A warm cabin,
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are her good friends.
Accompany me through 365 days.
In spring,
Your little golden wildflowers are in full bloom,
Makes me think,
What a wonderful world!
In summer,
You invited the sun in the sky,
Melted the snow on the Tianshan Mountains,
Snow water flowed down from the mountain and irrigated ten thousand mu of farmland.
You make me feel,
It is cool in summer, too.
Autumn,
Grapes touched my taste buds,
Jujube is written all over my stomach,
You let me know,
Autumn is full.
In winter,
You put snow-white cotton in your clothes and pants,
You told me it was warm in winter,
Ah!
My hometown,
You're beautiful and cool,
You are full and warm,
I will always be your child,
Spend every day with you
Modern poetry in my hometown II. Beautiful scenery of hometown
Hometown is beautiful, and the most beautiful thing is the water in that hometown.
In the morning, the sun shines on the lotus and sleeps in the water.
Zhu Jin Athena Chu yi brochette
The moon landed on the lake.
My hometown is beautiful, and my favorite is the water in that hometown.
My brother sat on the piano by the water, and the willow was drunk.
Sister Amei is busy washing clothes.
How crisp the laughter is
The beauty of hometown, the beauty of hometown
The most beautiful is the soft water in my hometown.
A gentle wind blowing by the water.
Swallows in the sky fly leisurely.
Wandering in the distance, please come back quickly.
Hometown is beautiful, and the most beautiful thing is the people in that hometown.
Singing every day is gratifying every year.
One side of the soil and water, one side of the family.
Rooted in the heart
The beauty of hometown, the beauty of hometown
The most beautiful is the soft water in my hometown.
A gentle wind blowing by the water.
Swallows in the sky fly leisurely.
Wandering in the distance, please come back quickly.
The beauty of hometown, the beauty of hometown
The most beautiful is the soft water in my hometown.
A gentle wind blowing by the water.
Swallows in the sky fly leisurely.
Modern Poetry of Hometown 3 I love my hometown,
Love the mountains and water in my hometown,
Love the soil and stones in my hometown,
Love every grass and tree in my hometown,
Love my hometown folks more,
Everything in my hometown,
I feel very kind and warm.
Hometown-
Where I was born and raised,
I grew up in your arms,
I aborted the baby,
The first breath is the air in my hometown.
The first thing I saw was the sky in my hometown.
I grew up sucking milk from my hometown,
I eat rice from my hometown,
I have a mother-child relationship with my hometown.
Love your hometown, sew your heart from the bone.
The old locust tree at the head of the village,
He was my childhood friend,
I ride on your back during the day,
I sit under your crown at night,
The Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon's wonderful fairy tales,
Right here-
Deeply imprinted in my heart.
All this,
How could I forget,
How can you not miss it deeply,
Why can't you think your mother is ugly?
How can you forget your mother's feelings-
The land in my hometown,
Especially fragrant and fresh,
The water in my hometown,
Especially clear and sweet,
I love my hometown,
My hometown haunts my mind,
Sweating,
Run into the land of my hometown bit by bit,
Work hard,
Little by little, I dyed it into my hometown manor.
Youth,
Into flames, reflecting the land and sky of my hometown,
Friends, dear friends,
Who doesn't love his hometown,
Who doesn't love his manor,
How would you dress your mother,
How will you dress up your mother,
Tomorrow, ah, tomorrow,
Just tomorrow,
Let's have a game,
Whose hometown is full of flowers.
Modern Poetry in Hometown 4 The sun shines into the window of the city.
The city is beautifully dressed.
The high-rise building is lined with clear water.
People are busy.
Flowers bloom and fall, and trees line up.
Blue sky, white clouds, flying
Spring is full of enthusiasm.
Children's cheerful laughter came from the school.
The song of steel in the factory is flying and sonorous.
There are cries of selling in the market.
The songs and dances in the square merged into a sleepless ocean.
Yangko dance twisted the melody of the times.
The waist drum played the music of the new period.
Tai Chi spreads mountains into the sea.
The scenery under the speed pulley
The wind rippled merrily everywhere.
Rain is a fresh scene.
It is industrious and busy here.
It is happy and auspicious here.
The raging heat wave raised the sails of prosperity.
Go sailing
Beautiful hometown
Notre Dame Cathedral
The breeze blew into the chest of the earth.
The countryside has been dancing more and more brilliantly.
The old sheep lay comfortably on the hillside.
Quietly guarding the lamb in spring
The girl's song fluttered in the sky like petals.
The young man is running on the road to becoming rich.
The children read aloud.
Happy time flows in the beard of the old man.
Weeds are green and flowers are fragrant.
Grass seedlings are covered with waves.
Small bridges, flowing water and green hills.
This is a good time for spring.
The motorcycle rattled like a bell.
Cleisthenes, an old cow, called a well-off society.
Green trees are hidden under the red wall of Biwa Lake.
The smoke is rolling in the morning and smells good.
It is quiet and harmonious here.
Happiness and well-being are here
Golden wings control magical dreams.
Fly to the distance
Lovely hometown
Notre Dame Cathedral
The flag of happiness flutters in the sky of the soul.
The thoughts that can't be closed are constantly expanding.
For a hundred years, we have been looking up and down.
Follow your dreams.
Staggering steps bent the spine.
The villagers lingered in the predicament.
For twenty years
It's finally full of rain and dew and sunshine.
Centenarians are truly rejuvenated.
Gave birth to new strength.
Develop economy and attract investment.
Make great efforts to govern, make great efforts.
Stay with you in the wind and rain
You and I are growing together in progress.
Look after each other and help each other in the same boat
Destroy the cuckoo in spring and sing loudly in the morning light.
The loud singing sowed the hope of a bumper harvest.
Beautiful reverie grows in my heart.
The road to a well-off life leads to the distance under your feet.
The fiery red sun lit up the urban and rural areas.
I love my hometown.
This is our paradise.
The modern poem "Hometown 5" was sung with a chill last night.
The fragrance of Lu Hua after the rain
Sophora japonica lost its core in front of the court.
Lonely floral fragrance
carry
Spring thoughts and summer dreams sail far away.
Autumn is coming.
Take a look at my hometown.
Shan Ye is golden.
The air is filled with the smell of fragrant rice.
The moment the sweat slipped.
The heart began to fly
The mountain wind bent the persimmon tree in front of the door.
The mountain spring has been singing.
The smiling face of Zhongshan doll harvest in autumn sunshine
Make widely known
Autumn is coming.
Take a look at my hometown.
The crops went into the granary.
Shandnur
pack one's luggage
Gently shake off the sunset on your shoulders.
Out of the village that has been wandering for thousands of years
seek
The fragrance of spring, the lotus fragrance of summer and the golden color of autumn.
Autumn is coming.
Take a look at my hometown.
The mountains are covered with bloody sunsets.
Maple leaves are scattered on the slope.
On the winding stone steps
Leaves rustle.
Shanlushang
Eighteen farewells are an expression of endless sadness.
The mountains in autumn are beautiful and desolate.
Autumn is coming.
Modern Poetry in Hometown 6 "One"
If you forget to wake up
I'd rather close my eyes first
Don't be paranoid.
I'm always by your side.
Use superfluous words and deeds
I still hope you can understand
You're confusing me.
absent-minded
Not my temperament.
I still hope you can understand.
The dream of rushing forward
Forward piety
Helpless principle
Desire for return
This is another kind of scenery.
second
Dear you
no longer
A look of suspicion and resentment.
On the way back
That's how it happened.
I just want to.
Pull out such a topic
As a reminder to myself.
"three"
Shh, February scissors.
Light rain in March
Kites in April
Attractive or unattractive outing
Slightly charming
Hard work is the most important thing.
Extra topic
Shh, share sharply
whale
One morning of the year.
usually
Lovely seedlings
The glory of the years
Can see clearly.
four
undeniable
How can you talk about your hometown without feelings?
The color of happiness
Diversity of love
Surging blood
This is a breeding ground with high sky and thick soil.
Nao zui Xin Hu
Ecstasy of joy
A river full of wishful thinking.
There will be a commotion soon.
Shout good luck
Swing duck
Please fold it for me.
five
After so many years.
It is cumulative.
How to express it completely?
Or this thing.
Do you know
No, no, no
Where did the time go?
Prove in one sentence
A low old house
Simple nostalgia
Playmates full of children's voices
Forever in my heart
I had so much fun that I forgot to go home.
That's not seeking love.
The less times I go home, the more I miss it.
Nostalgia-A Word Behind the Times
Like a countryman
Go to town like a countryman.
Use imagination to color things that are getting blurred.
I miss my hometown, but I don't want to
Let it precipitate the memory of ordinary people.
I only miss that part of my hometown: from Nanling.
From Liuxing Bridge to Beihe River.
To the Violet Factory (during the Chinese New Year, a few days?
Uncle Ben also went here and said there.
There is the ancestral grave of my hometown)
I only miss the morning when my mother was carrying water.
Hometown, handmade pancakes, zongzi, moon cakes.
In my hometown, the old farmer in the orchard drove away the children who stole peaches.
My hometown
I only miss my hometown.
There, "hometown" consists of one word.
It has become a land separated by national highways.
And a man pulling a trailer. at present
When I write, I miss my hometown.
The trailer puller has stopped working.
Like a machine.
Like a machine returning to the factory for maintenance.
Waiting for rebirth
I always feel exactly about myself-
"In order to write an outdated poem.
This machine, together with nostalgia, has been overhauled for a whole year. "
Modern Poetry in Hometown 8 Danshui Riverside
Rolling hills
Qian Shan is full of water-a long journey
By the river bank
In the valley
Even barren and thin soil.
Your beautiful image
No matter where you go.
Phyllostachys pubescens, Phyllostachys pubescens, Phyllostachys pubescens, Cizhu.
Every household on both sides of Danshui River.
You have forged a deep friendship with the villagers.
Bamboo table, bamboo stool, bamboo chair and bamboo bed
With my "childhood"
The past is like smoke.
Gradually revived in my mind.
Mom and I are like shadows.
Shake the bamboo bed by hand.
I lived in a bamboo bed when I was a child.
Suck the mother's breast milk
Learn English from Yaya
Later, I learned to walk underground.
In mom's joke,
Grow up like a slender bamboo
commemorate
Mother told me this riddle.
Die Peng Tou Niang Peng Tou
Give birth to a pointed fat baby.
At that time I
Lack of knowledge
Blink your eyes
Explore sb.' s thoughts/memories
I can't think of what it is at the moment.
Or was it revealed in mom's language?
Wow, that's you.
The bamboo I see every day
Yes, bamboo is everywhere on the mountain.
Full of green
burst with vitality
Slim figure
Straight into the morning fog
Intertangled branches
You touched me.
I squeeze you.
Smile at the breeze, caress
Suck the dew of spring.
look at you
Think of you.
Talking about you
I can't help thinking about it.
Villagers along the Tamsui River
Honest and simple
look at you
Think of you.
Talking about you.
Strong personality
fear no hardships
Never give up.
You dig deep into rocks and soil.
Intertangled branches
Only today's.
The leaves are lush.
Isn't life like this?
We must lay a solid foundation.
There will be a future.
For the motherland
For the sake of the people
Long-term commitment
Looking at the fresh water bamboo
Endless green
Thoughts flooded into my mind.
Cann't stop
People should be like you.
willpower
Strive with all one's strength
Never give up.
Look at the rosy clouds all over the sky
There are countless green oceans.
In front of my eyes
The beautiful scenery came out.
Freshwater bamboo
unforgettable
Your quality
I'm impressed with it.
Modern poetry in my hometown. Humming childhood songs.
Thinking about first love.
It's always when you're lost.
I remembered the road to my hometown.
The road in my hometown
Full of memories.
We spent our childhood there.
Remember both sides of the road.
Trees and big banyan trees planted near the campus.
Are there many kind families on both sides of the road now?
sometimes
We also don't forget to look back.
Look back at the road.
Now the city surrounds us.
Will we be as prosperous as other cities one day?
Can neon lights light up the whole village at night?
The village where we lived as children.
There were not so many people and neon lights at night.
But at that time, we were so carefree
Look back when you grow up.
The road in my hometown has also changed a little.
Every door is paved with snow-white cement roads.
Go home occasionally.
I can still hear the sound of Aunt Zhang bickering with her husband next door.
Year after year, day after day.
We have experienced the changes of the times.
When can I feel the way home?
At that time,
Always staring at the sky when no one is around.
Can we change our habits now?
Although this city surrounds us now.
But when will the hometown road become the main road of the city?
Oh, there are too many roads in my hometown.
Recorded our childhood.
Oh, the people in my hometown are really nice.
Including everything we have.
My father taught me when I was a child.
Be a useful person after long hair.
But who can really understand?
The road to our hometown is our last road.
Oh, the way home,
Recorded everything about us!
Modern poetry in my hometown 10 I always think of it, in the dense hometown.
Look up at the city sky.
I always thought. In the field of hard work
Let hip-hop music become the horn of labor.
I always think of the beautiful fountain.
Is it possible to wash away sweat and dust?
I always thought. City and hometown
Why is there always a different harvest?
The city is so far away that I forgot I was in my hometown.
My hometown is very close, but I have a doubt in my heart.
When hometown becomes the memory of the city.
In my dreams, I always smell the ripe wheat.
The city is so close that I can't integrate into the city life.
My hometown is far away, and that kind of warmth makes it difficult for me to give up.
Walking in the city illuminated by neon lights at night
A yearning, floating out of this city.
My beloved hometown did not stop me.
Strange city, my happiness is piling up bit by bit.
When the land of the city is full of brilliant flowers
The fragrance of love permeates the buildings in my hometown.
I waved the flag and shouted for the city with youthful passion.
I use the color of life to add luster to this city.
Every time after a busy rest, I was born and raised in my hometown.
Go back, deep in the distant clouds.
The city and hometown are always on both sides of the wheel of time.
Unusual stories bind a long journey of life.
This city showed me my hometown.
My hometown has also taken on a new look under the influence of the city.
Cities allow "migrant workers" to find self-confidence and show their talents.
Hometown is also like a gentle serenade.
Both the city and my hometown are my concerns.
My hometown and city are my paradise.