My hometown poetry recitation 0 1 hometown, here I am. ......
Author: "Lotus"
Hometown, I am waiting here with my heart.
The vegetation you haven't turned green is awakened by the season.
Waiting for the green wheat seedlings to roll into the golden ocean.
Hometown, I'm here to savor it with my heart.
You pick the stars and turn them into fireworks between people.
Smoke curling up from the kitchen stove is an eternal totem of human beings.
Hometown, I am thinking hard here.
How many people leave you, like dandelion seeds.
Was carried to the legendary paradise on earth by the wind.
Looking for happiness and weaving their countless dreams.
Hometown, I feel it with my heart here.
You spread your invisible wings and soar.
Feel the smell of the earth, the fragrance of the earth and the hope of harvest.
Hometown, I pray here with my heart.
My hometown poetry recitation 02 The wind blows the true feelings of my hometown.
Author: misty rain boundless
Naughty wind blew away different feelings.
Flying flower folding umbrella is a kind of kite without thread.
Do you know the way home? Don't be ignorant.
Waiting in the depths of the vast grassland is true love.
Colorful scenery, the wind becomes like Youlong.
Who knows that the color of the wind is another name for the mood?
Colorful sunshine, clear sky in Wan Li, gorgeous heart like a breeze.
He couldn't bear the call of nature and turned and fled into the ethereal world.
The most grounded thing is homesickness, especially like it.
The charm of the local accent is endless, and the gentleness of the girl is intoxicating.
Whether wandering around the world, or wandering the cape.
The call in the wind, with a strong hometown style.
The wind in my hometown is calling, and the wanderer can hear the name calling my birth.
Open the title page of missing and write down a clear homesickness.
I lost my front tooth, but I can tell your story.
You are the most splendid scenery in the chaotic vision of the corner of your eye.
My hometown poetry recitation 03 sea my hometown
Author: Humor Master
I want to write about you in silence, but I'm confused.
You never stop surging
Surging. You are not a river in the south of the Yangtze River.
Soft, delicate and as dense as brittle bones.
As for Fu and absolute beauty, their amorous feelings are enchanting.
It's a little lame, too. There are no distant historical sites here.
Show off your hometown like friends in the south.
There's always a hint? pronounced homesickness
Like rain, duckweed blooms in the middle of the lake.
Vortex, I suspect rouge is green.
Qinhuai river, poetry of falling into the English
Glittering with green bitterness.
Those ambiguities were a disgrace to the Five Dynasties and Ten Countries.
Li Yu's quatrains are too empty.
On the other side? A narrow river
Broken without leaving a trace.
I used to fantasize that there were talented people here.
Maybe this is a disaster.
Legends in Vicissitudes: Bangqiu and Qixingtuo
Stone trough, tiger beach and tiger tail
Blue tangled reef
Ruins of the post station, clay pots under the soil.
Millennium lotus seeds bloom; There are rock paintings
Is it a cow or a coitus group?
Buried fishing village beach, Asia's top square.
Chinese watches have replaced lighthouses and frivolous sculptures.
Ruins are the soul of politicians.
Deng Hua is as crazy as wildfire every night.
I'm tired of today's city.
Like a wandering girl
Profiteers and politicians of the past
Revelry and plunder. My persistent sea
Mother never abandoned her.