Poems about Praising Hometown 1. Poems about Praising Hometown

The years in North Taoyuan are cold, and my hometown is busy.

in the cold night, this yearning goes to the forest and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide and seek, playing stubborn children.

the north wind blows, and the snowflakes float, making you happy. At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle.

Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden. Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade of trees.

in the pond: playing with each other and picking water lilies. By the sea: face the stormy waves, sail and swing fishing boats.

in the fishing song: at night, don't think about returning. How much hope in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel affectionate.

the scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When is the triumph? 3. In the small mountain village of Yangqiling, chickens and dogs hear each other.

get dressed and drive to Chai Men. Welcome guests and invite old friends.

in the fragrance of flowers and birds singing, you can enjoy the spring breeze and have a good time. Singing ancient poems, singing ancient instruments and playing stringed instruments.

sit by the window and enjoy the whole area, blue sky and white clouds. The mountain stream is clear and flowing, and the pine forest is on the slope.

far and near, there are sheep. Although in the afternoon, there is no meritorious military service.

at the foot of shushan, be a civilian. A game of chess, a cup of tea, on ancient and modern times, said the emperor Qin.

with singing, you don't worry about the Tao or poverty. How much affection? How much hate? Don't keep it.

the world is colorful, so why bother to pursue it? China has beautiful mountains and waters, where is it not fascinating? This feeling is the most pure. 4. A little cold light comes from the broken study.

how many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. No matter when, to the old days, to the barren land.

stay with me forever: write about Kyushu and write about Sifang. One night, I once wrote a river of poems and lyrics.

The spirit is soaring, and the exquisiteness is unparalleled in the world. How many medals are still treasured.

Today, the guest under the lamp has been neglected and disappeared, young lang. A pot of wine, drunk on the road.

the most desolate, alone, telling the sky. May our generation be more brilliant tomorrow.

Looking at the sky, look at the lofty sentiments: still unrestrained. Where the iron pen is waved, the wind and waves are raging, and every sentence is sung.

9. Four Poems of Spring in Qinyuan 1. The cloud picture of the distant cave is clear, the grass is green, the river is curved and the path is long. Birds fly by under the blue sky and white clouds.

the summer color is not strong, and the rice and wheat are yellow. In the faint wind, there were bursts of songs, and several readers were walking.

In the field, the sunset glow is sent away and the sunrise is ushered in. Nostalgia for a small school taught me to sail from now on.

although the ends of the earth, this feeling is unforgettable. Despite all the disasters, I am still crazy.

Raise the sails, ride the wind and waves, and then nurture the pillars for all generations. On the journey, it is in full swing and radiant.

2. The picture of the first snow on the river shows that the cold wind is drizzling, the rain and snow are raining, and the night is long. Alone under the blue wall, alone at the desk.

the tears are rippling, and the sadness is faint. A piece of paper is hard to sue, and it has been scattered for many years. The cuckoo is calling outside the window.

awakened, my hometown dream, my missing. Stroll through the fisherman's yard and ask when the bright moon will come with you. Since there is love, why not? Tears flow, how many poems are there? Ear came, waves burst, who is the river sobbing for? How much has been scoured out in the waves? A hero.

3. A glass of Gu Song Lou Yue Tu turbid wine, a song by Long song, Mid-Autumn Festival. When the clouds break the moon, the residual flowers make shadows, which is relatively silent and autumn.

all kinds of difficulties, gone with the wind, why do you have to be like fire when you face the sky? The song is not finished, sighing that the river flows east, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. How many all-powerful guests are there when the past is gone? Who can tell the right and wrong? A few degrees in spring and autumn, how much hate.

Walking through the green hills, the scenery remains the same, and then looking for Li Bo in Matsushita, no one is there, leaving only an old song. 4. Danxia's visit to Pang Luohua is intentional, and the water is ruthless and the years are long.

I hate the size of the world, and the crowds are like the sea. No one is with me in the same boat through thick and thin. It's a long story. Learn to be a singer and ask the seagulls to heaven.

why? Teenagers have become, old men with white hair? Raise a glass to get drunk, but it's hard to raise a glass of hate and shame. Although the iceberg is deep, the volcano runs.

but the world says: a barren hill. Wind, frost, rain and snow, silent for thousands of years, I don't know when to roar? Under heaven, for the common people, drive away the cold autumn.

Reference: "Three Hundred Poems", author: Bai Yu's years are cold, and his hometown is in the slack. In the cold night, this yearning goes to the Woods and farmland.

holding corn stalks, playing hide and seek, playing stubborn children. The north wind blows, the snow floats, and the music is leisurely.

at the foot of Langya Mountain, it is my hometown and my cradle. Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Garden.

with wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade of trees. In the pond: play with each other and pick the lotus.

by the sea: face the stormy waves, sail and swing fishing boats. In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it.

how much hope do you have in your dreams? Looking at my hometown, I feel affectionate. The scenery in my hometown is good, and the water in my hometown is sweet.

when is the triumph?

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6. Ancient poem about praising hometown and loving hometown

1 "The Wind" Li Qiao (Tang)

Autumn leaves can bloom in February.

Cross the river and wave in thousands of feet, and enter the bamboo.

2 at heron lodge Wang Zhihuan (Tang)

mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river.

but you widen your view three hundred miles, by going up one flight of stairs.

3 "Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran (Tang)

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.

but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.

4 there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice,

Yeǐ ng into the deep forest, shines back to me from the green moss.

5 thoughts on a quiet night Li Bai (Tang)

so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed and could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

6 quatrains (1)

Du Fu is beautiful in the mountains and rivers, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.

the mud melts the swallows, while the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

7 Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan (Tang)

a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.

a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.

8 Xiao Wa propped up the boat and stole the white lotus back.

I can't hide the trace, and duckweeds bloom together.

9 < 1 > Li Shen (Tang Dynasty)

If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap ten thousand seeds in autumn.

If there are no idle fields in the four seas, farmers will starve to death!

1 < b > show mercy to farmers Li Shen (Tang)

When weeding at noon, sweat drips down the soil.

but every grain of Chinese food is hard.

11 a note left for an absent ecluse Jia Dao (Tang)

when I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree, "My teacher," he answered, "went for herbs".

but toward which corner of the mountain, how can I tell, through all these clouds?.

12 Leyouyuan Scenic Resort Li shangyin (Tang)

with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs.

the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.

13 people come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch.

look at a leaf boat, you are in a storm.

14 "Summer quatrains" Li Qingzhao (Song)

Born as an outstanding person, he died as a ghost hero.

so far, I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

15 "What I See" Yuan Mei (Qing)

The shepherd boy rides a yellow ox and sings Lin Yue.

I tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly I kept silent.

16 all waters are pale green, reaching to the bottom. You can swim with fine stones and look straight at them. (Wu Jun's Letter to Zhu Yuansi)

17 Wang Wei: Zhuli Pavilion

leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.

too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.

18 Wang Wei: Farewell

friend, I have watched you down the mountain and till now in the dark I close my thatch door.

grasses return again green in the spring, but O my Prince of Friends, do you??

19 Wang Wei: Acacia

when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches?

take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.

2 Li Bai: resentment

how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, and how quiet she leans, and how troubled her brow is!.

you may see the tears now, bright on her cheek, but not the man she so bitterly loves?

is that ok?