A poem about hometown, full of children.
Please tell me.
My chimney
Did you smoke in the kitchen?
Yueer
Please tell me.
My dear father.
Have you finished smoking that half bag of dry cigarettes?
Yueer
Please tell me.
Love my mother the most.
Have you finished washing the dishes?
Yueer
Please tell me.
The cow I grew up with.
Did you just lie on the ground?
Dear moon
Please open your eyes.
take a look
Hometown located in a ravine
Dear moon
Please accept my idea.
Just tonight
Take it to my hometown.
Dear moon
Please tell your hometown.
No matter how far I go.
I will always miss my hometown.
Hometown Poems on the Loess Plateau (Ⅱ)
There is a big crack in the earth here.
There is a sunken pit at the joint.
Lying in the hometown of dirt
Rolling mountains
Extend to the end of the field of vision
stably
Like a lying lion
An abrupt mountain peak
day and night
Where are you standing?
Overlooking the village where smoke is scattered.
canyon；rift
A cut made in the ground by a knife.
A trickle in the canyon
It's blood from the wound.
One road after another
crisscross
Like blood vessels
It's just that the blood vessels in my hometown are too small
Plumes of smoke
It is their hope that rises.
Look at the upward trend.
No, just like their lives.
Poems about Hometown Part III This bright moon
Hanging in the light blue sky like a jade plate.
In silence
Overlooking the vastness of the earth
The moonlight is beautiful.
Pale yellow like orange juice.
As white as milk.
Give people a sweet and refreshing feeling.
Moonlight penetrates the flowing white clouds.
Through the bright night
Through the dense Woods
Written on the calm lake, written on the lotus leaf?
Take advantage of this moonlight
Send a homesickness.
My hometown is in the canyon.
To the people lying in the canyon at the moment.
The poem about hometown Part IV: Along the mountain road that is not straight.
up
A seemingly two-story residential building
Then the red flag fluttered.
More than twenty pronunciations
Echoing the broken backboard next to the toilet
Toona sinensis stolen from the top of the girder
Withstood the collapse of the school.
Fourth grade classroom wall
Poetry about Hometown 5 1 Temple
Colorful flags flying
Longtai case
Bless one side
The gate ditch is at God's feet.
Her depth
Measure the distance between man and God.
Do you remember
We often ask our teacher for green tea.
Take water from her arms.
Do you remember
When we are herding sheep,
Light the smell of hay
Team five, right above her.
Team four, right next to her.