I love my own poems in my hometown of Qinhuangdao.

I like the river in my hometown.

A small slope covered with green grass by the river.

I like cicadas on poplar branches by the river.

Happy songs are sung year after year.

The stone bridge arched its tired waist in the rain and told me

Tell a long story

Tell about the hard work of people by the river.

Waving a sickle to harvest.

New rainfall

Frogs nest in the grass.

The river dried up.

Barefoot children groped in the mud.

Fish, shrimp, shellfish and snails

I like the river and the joy here.

Time flies so cold.