The sweetest hometown water and the most beautiful local accent.
Sweet water and beautiful local accent-better than jade liquid and nectar,
Just like Yue Xian on earth! Wandering around the world alone.
My hometown is with me.
When ivy covers the roof,
Blue bricks are honed in the fleeting time,
The whirlpool is full of vicissitudes,
The shoulders of the old house are getting heavier and heavier.
Only dead wood beams support the wind and rain,
The old house is really old,
Traces of dying years covered my mother's forehead.
Dandelion seeds take root,
But always take my mother's heart away and float around.
Heart, division,
Insomnia days, tossing and turning the local accent can't sleep,
My eyes are burning with the smell of hometown beans,
Hold a handful of loess and leave it at the bottom of the sea.
No matter how big the waves are, they can't take away the roots of the land.
It's just a silk thread that stretches my thoughts,
My hometown told me to move forward in difficult days,
Rugged in the swamp, staring at the sun,
The language with a knife conforms to my flexible personality.
Bending one by one, crushed by wheels,
Will take care of those who are indifferent,
Heat them again,
Pure mountain springs soak the messy world,
Plant the tree of tolerance in the fiery heart,
Seeing the Big Dipper looming in the dark night sky,
I turned my faith into a lantern and hobbled forward.
3. Miss your hometown
Not far from there, there is a manor that makes me daydream.
I often think of my lovely hometown, where the streams are gurgling and flowing quietly.
People like natural scenery, and now they have changed their appearance.
Strive to realize your dreams, flourish and dance.
The mountains echo the green ocean from a distance, and the sunset sheds thick orange.
The evening breeze is cool, and people are enjoying the love of nature.
Indulge in the fragrance of nature forever, this is already a gallery of heaven.
That's where I miss my hometown.
4. Hometown problem
Flying hoes have witnessed hardships, and years of wind and frost have knocked out smooth feet and hands.
What makes city people look down on farmers, but always give us gifts?
Little by little, there is no end to missing.
Sheep are still eating grass and walking with cows.
A pair of shriveled feet, staggering behind.
Let that stubborn character dance with the land until the end of life.
No matter how beautiful the city is, the scenery is hard to compare with the soil in my hometown, and no matter how passionate my feelings are, it is hard to compare with my kind parents.
Let the seasons cycle and time change.
A wanderer has bitterness in his heart that he cannot repay his parents.
5. Hometown and Poetry
Spring is clearly visible in my hometown of Yuan Ye.
In the field, in the village, in the alley, in the dream of the cultivator.
Besides, I've watched the bright moon for half my life,
The holy spring warms the coolness of the night.
The homeless man's clothes were covered with colorful patches.
That is, beautiful and touching homesickness.
Step into the familiar soil and drink a bowl of old cellar caused by homesickness.
Drunk enough to shout a folk song that was born and raised in my hometown.
Drunk and crying; I woke up and smiled.
The bright moon in my hometown is the soul of my poem.
In my memory, it has always been refreshing and quiet.
A bright moon and a pot of wine, poetry surges in drunkenness.
The soul is jumping, and the story of childhood hurts the bones.
Time flies like water, my son said in Sichuan: the deceased is like a husband.
Youth is gone, and now it is frost.
Hometown is poetry, and poetry is hometown.
The Girl by the River is a poem, and I have only written poems for her all my life.
Poetry in my hometown is full of lifelong affection.