Poetry about changes in hometown

1. What are the poems that describe the great changes in my hometown?

1. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and recently I have been busy with people. Only the mirror lake water in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. ——From the Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown"

Vernacular interpretation: I have been away from my hometown for a long time, and only after I returned home did I realize that the changes in personnel in my hometown were really great. . Only the clear water of Jinghu Lake in front of the door, rippled by the spring breeze, is exactly the same as it was more than fifty years ago.

2. Who lives in Wuyi Lane? Looking back, it reminds me of Xie’s family. ——From the Tang Dynasty: "Song Dynasty" by Sun Yuanyan. Wuyi Alley"

Vernacular interpretation: The Wuyi Alley where Wang, Xie and other large families lived is still there, but I don’t know who lives there. Looking back on history, I recall the Xie family back then.

3. My old hometown in the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River has been a dream for thirty years. The Wuyuan Palace is now in desolation, and the Guangling Terrace Hall is desolate. ——From the Five Dynasties: Li Yu's "Crying across the Zhongjiang River and Looking at the Stone City"

Vernacular interpretation: The south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River are my old hometown. It has been like a dream for thirty years. Now it has become deserted and deserted, and Guangling Terrace has become deserted. Incomparable.

4. Things are different and people are not empty. Heartbroken, I dreamed of entering Fangzhou Road. ——From the Song Dynasty: Cai Shen's "Bu Shuanzi"

Vernacular interpretation: When you return to the original place, it is no longer the same as before, and the person is no longer the person you knew, and you will inevitably feel sad when you look back. It was like having a beautiful dream.

5. The hometown is gone, and the principles of the near and far are balanced. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "No Home Farewell"

Vernacular interpretation: Since my hometown is gone now, it doesn't matter whether it is far or near. 2. Poems describing the changes in hometown

Nostalgia What has remained unchanged for sixty years is the faint nostalgia. What has been unforgettable for many years is the desire to go home.

I came back, bringing with me the wanderer’s desire to go home. I went back, and took away the longing for the motherland. The nostalgia and longing came from being rooted in this land. , longing, the longing for love that comes from the heart, transcends nationality, crosses rivers, love, the bits of loess, the bits of nostalgia. Some people say that this is the constant cutting of thoughts.

Unexplainable sorrow. Some people say that it is the feeling of constantly thinking about it, and the expectation comes to mind again. Homesickness is rain, homesickness is sorrow, longing comes from hometown, and longing comes from homesickness.

Only when you love deeply can you understand that longing is like a knife, but no matter how sharp the knife is, it can never cut through nostalgia. People who leave home deeply miss their homeland and their reasons. All the missing comes from the heart. The wanderer always has a longing for his hometown and a touch of nostalgia in his heart.

Returning Hometown Illustration: When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away. Children who meet each other but don’t recognize each other smile and ask where the guests are from. 3. Modern poems praising the changes in hometown

People! No matter how long you have been away from home, no matter how high your status is, whether you are poor or rich, the most difficult thing to let go of is the feelings of your hometown, the most difficult to forget is the scenery of your hometown, what you want to eat the most is the food of your hometown, and what you want to hear the most It’s a local accent and a local rhyme, and what I want most is to contribute to my hometown.

In recent years, the people of Zhucheng in my hometown, under the leadership of the municipal party committee and municipal government, have developed the local economy and built a beautiful home with wide roads and rows of buildings, well-organized transportation, prosperous factories and businesses, and beautiful mountains and rivers, becoming a A dazzling pearl embedded in the land of southeastern Shandong, a giant dragon of economic development, and a model of reform and opening up, attracting countless people from all over the country to visit, visit, inspect, discuss, and study.

People say: "Zhucheng has many people." Zhucheng has always been a place where talents emerge in large numbers, a cultural city, and a dry land dock. A large number of literati such as Su Dongpo, Liu Yong, Zang Kejia, and Tao Dun not only increased the popularity of Zhucheng, but also left a large amount of precious cultural heritage for Zhucheng. This may also be the reason why I like poetry. Foreign trade, Futian, Delis, groom 2∠E Ren Huaiji? Jiao Zhang attached ⑹ to drop Nao Lidan? Invading Jinqiang? Manganshen silly Mu ⒍?

I am thousands of miles away from home, but my heart is closely connected with my hometown. Zhucheng’s cultural and economic status in China makes us outsiders proud. The great achievements made by various industries in our hometown are the pride of each of us who are traveling abroad.

I joined the military immediately after graduating from high school at the age of 19. With my good cultural foundation and unremitting efforts, I grew from an ordinary rural youth to a colonel officer, and made some small achievements. I have lived up to the expectations of my folks. Over the past 30 years, what I have always thought about is to take practical actions to repay my hometown and folks who raised me.

The special nature of the army means that I have no more ways and means to repay my hometown, so I can only use my poetry skills to promote my hometown. Over the past few years, I have published many poems in different newspapers and periodicals to promote and praise my hometown. For example, I published "Ode to Zhucheng" in "Chinese Contemporary Poets and Lyricists Dictionary (Volume 5)":

Zhucheng Yuan What is Dragon City? It was named after the unearthed keel.

Su Shi rode thousands of horses to Pinggang, and Liu Yong served in the imperial capital for three generations.

Admire the beauty of the mausoleum and see dinosaurs in the dinosaur park.

The buildings are stacked on top of each other, the water is green and the sun is rising, the pearl of eastern Shandong is dazzling. 4. Verses describing the great changes in my hometown

When I left home when I was young, my elder brother returned, his local pronunciation has not changed, but his hair on his temples has faded.

We have met but no longer know each other. Where is the visitor?

Mao Zedong

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou." "Swimming"

He drank Changsha water,

and ate Wuchang fish.

Thousands of miles across the Yangtze River,

As far as the eye can see, Chu Tianshu is at ease.

No matter the wind or waves,

It’s better than taking a leisurely stroll.

Today I have some relief.

The Master said on the river:

What a dead man!

The wind is moving,

the tortoise and the snake are still,

the grand plan is coming up.

A bridge connects the north and south,

The natural chasm becomes a thoroughfare.

More erect stone biscuits on the Xijiang River,

Cut off the clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain,

The high gorge leads to Pinghu Lake.

The goddess should be fine,

She should shock the world. 5. What are the famous sayings and ancient poems about "changes in hometown"

1. I think some people are born in a certain place and do not get what they deserve. Chance throws them into an environment at random, but they always miss a hometown they don't know where it is. ——"The Moon and Sixpence"

2. Places that cannot be reached are called distant places, and the world that cannot be returned is called hometown. But what I have always longed for is a place further than the distant place. ——"Princess Mononoke"

3. In people's minds and hearts, the unique color of the place where they were born cannot be erased, just like speaking with the accent of hometown. ——La Rochefoucauld

4. My eyes can no longer see the hometown where I was born and raised; enduring suffering innocently is my destiny in life. The long call of the eagle owl on the roof echoes throughout the jungle, my heart is groaning and I am filled with sorrow. That is a place I have no chance to reach. ——Dostoyevsky

5. Once the hometown is gone, the distance and the distance are balanced. My mother was always in pain and sick, and she stayed in Gouxi for five years. ——Du Fu

6. Neither the devil in hell nor the evil people in the world can stop me from returning to my hometown. ——"The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes"

7. In the quiet night, I am thinking about my hometown, my relatives, and my friends! ——Jack Ma

8. If mountains and rivers are not valued, I will never return to my hometown. ——Lin Yutang

9. White clouds are the snow-capped mountains of the sky; blue sky is the ocean of the sky; sunlight is the lava of the sky; haze is the coal mine of the sky; star clusters are the cities of the sky; meteors are the vehicles of the sky; Everything can only be seen from a distance, so the sky is the hometown of fantasy. ——Gu Cheng

10. The old hometown in the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River has been a dream for thirty years.

——Li Yu 6. Good poems about changes in hometown

Good poems about changes in hometown Chapter 1: Hometown Author: Mei Hua Tingxue In the past, hometown was the sorrow in the corner of the mother’s eyes, the frown of the father’s frown, and the child’s lack of food. Hungry Disease’s hometown is a barren land that breeds bitterness under the dilapidated eaves. The roof leaks in the summer rainy season. The dripping dripping is like a pebble hitting the mother’s heart. The damp house is filled with moldy sighs. The biting cold wind clangs clang clang clang in winter. How can the doors and windows withstand the invasion of cold? The whistling north wind is like a whip whipping my father's old back. Time has been wasted years and life has bent the bodies of my father's generation. My hometown is struggling to breathe in poverty. Who will save you? The spring breeze of reform has blown the green of China. The land is full of vitality, and now my hometown is my mother. The happiness flowing in every wrinkle is the joy and drunkenness on my father’s eyebrows, which are the beautiful memories of my children’s childhood. Looking at the red brick houses with carved beams and painted columns, they are filled with warmth and sweetness. Straight asphalt roads stretch toward villages, the future, and prosperity. Parks in the middle of the streets are filled with flowers, colorful butterflies playing, and smiling faces filled with joy and comfort. Fruit-laden picking gardens are filled with laughter and laughter. People sow in hopes of harvesting. What I taste is sweetness. Listening to strings of sweet notes flying through the jungle, crossing the river and lingering in the corners of my hometown. Our hometown is in the field of hope. Part 2: The small bridge in my hometown. Author: Liu Ya'er. The small river is still green and clear, with spring waves rippling under the sunshine. The slightly cold wind blows in the face, and the familiar bridge is reflected in the sparkling waves. The weeping willows beside the river are dancing like graceful gauze. I occasionally see a few cheerful birds. The little birds are passing through the willow forest, leaving behind bursts of playful and cheerful chirping. The elegant white goose has already had a foresight, completely forgetting the steep spring cold. I can’t wait to jump into the clear water to flirt with my beautiful figure. I wander on the small bridge in my hometown. In front of my eyes, there are constant flashes of my childhood dreams. I used to play and play here. The splashing water is reflected in the sunshine, rendering the colorful childhood. I used to swim across this small bridge from the water to steal melons from the melon garden in the neighboring village, making my belly full. In the exciting moments, I still don’t forget to draw a mustache for the sleeping uncle. I once expressed my love to my beloved girl on the bridge, and my sweet words made the fish under the bridge drunk. It stopped there infatuatedly, forgetting to shake its head and tail. Now it stands here again in my hometown. The reflection in the water on the small bridge has already stained my temples with frost. The long years have taken away so many beautiful memories. The old man who has returned to his hometown is willing to stay by the small bridge in his hometown for the rest of his life and enjoy the beauty of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter and spend the sunset. Happy old age under the afterglow Chapter 3: The river in my hometown Author: Duan Baolin The river in my hometown has dried up long ago, but it is really stored in my memory, winding and circling like white jade, crystal clear, like the square, round, pointed and flat shape of the stones at the bottom of the glazed river. The colors are bright, red, yellow, blue and green. There are often children wearing open trousers picking up things in the river. They will spread the stones they picked up into beautiful pictures. In places where there are gaps, the river often washes out ponds. Some naughty children often come here. The splashing water of swimming and playing spreads the laughter and laughter. Beautiful girls often come to the river to wash clothes. The lively sound of washing clothes and the laughter like silver bells echo in the fields. Occasionally, you can see the cattle and sheep from the village coming to the river to drink the sweet spring water. I don’t know how many livestock the river has raised and how many farmlands it has irrigated. Come to the river at night to listen to the croaking frogs and the sound of the rushing water. It’s a beautiful country nocturne. The beautiful river that once flowed endlessly. Why on earth have you disappeared? Four: Buildings in Hometown Author: Soaring Eagles The buildings in hometown are springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain. Row after row, under the blue sky and white clouds, beside the green mountains and green waters, they look like shining pearls and emeralds. The buildings in hometown are poems written by fathers and fellow villagers for decades. A lifelong dream has formed a solid foundation that supports the backbone of the house. The buildings in your hometown have faces like village girls. Because your beauty has attracted the envious eyes of the city. There are modern factories beside you. The buildings in your hometown have announced. The prosperity and strength of the new countryside, modern civilization, has entered ordinary people's homes. Every household lives in a dream paradise. Children sing cheerful songs, and happy songs echo in the countryside. Chapter 5: Hometown that cannot be returned. Author: Slogans, Festivals, Poor Scholars Long Distance After being tired, I returned to my hometown with tears in my eyes. The holiday in my hometown was so joyful that it was even more of a worldly feast. The villagers, aunties, flatteringly called out to officials of all sizes. The villagers chatted with each other about how much money the bosses had. The villagers pointed and pointed. Talking about the luxurious cars and luxury houses, I stood at the entrance of the village and dared not recognize my childhood friends. They couldn’t call me anything, and I couldn’t even call them anything. Folks also have small buildings. Folks also have milk. Folks also have pure water. Don’t be modest. The folks who want to have a genealogy happily ask you what your official position is, how much money you have, your house and car, how are you preparing to go home and build a house? I grabbed the few change in my pocket. 7. What are the poems that describe the great changes in my hometown?

1. The sun is rising and the night is dying, and the spring is entering the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang. ——Wang Wan "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"

2. Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branches of the bird's nest.

——Nineteen ancient poems of the Han Dynasty "Xingxingxingxingxing"

3. When you come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? ——"Three Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

4. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask the stranger. ——"Crossing the Han River" by Tang and Song Dynasties

5. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

6. When children see each other but don't know each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. ——He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown"

7. Elegies can be used as weeping, and distant views can be used as homecomings. ——Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy"

8. Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Luo City. In this nocturne, I hear the willow trees breaking, and who can forget the sentiments of my homeland? ——Li Bai "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night"

9. Where is my hometown, forget it unless you are drunk. ——"The Bodhisattva Man" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty

10. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. Xue Daoheng's "People Think of Returning Every Day"

1. Hai Ri is born and the rest of the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang. ——Wangwan of the Tang Dynasty, "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"

The remaining night is about to end, and the rising sun is rising over the sea; the year is not yet over, and spring has begun in the south of the Yangtze River. When you are on the road, where can you send family letters? It is better to entrust the wild geese returning from the north to carry it to Luoyang in the distance.

2. Hu Ma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branches of the bird's nest. ——Nineteen ancient poems of the Han Dynasty "Traveling again and again"

Hu horses come from the north, so they are attached to the north wind; phoenixes come from the south, so they nest in the south branches. The metaphor does not forget the fundamentals.

3. You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? ——"Three Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

I would like to ask if the wintersweet flower was blooming in front of the carved window of my house when you came?

4. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone. ——"Crossing the Han River" by Tang and Song Dynasties

The closer I get to my hometown, the more panic I feel. Even if I meet people from my hometown on the road, although I am eager to know what is going on in my hometown, I hesitate to ask questions.

5. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and lower your head to miss your hometown. ——Tang Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the window. I couldn't help but lower my head and meditate, thinking of my distant hometown.

6. When children see each other but don’t recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. ——Tang He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown"

When the children in my hometown saw me, no one recognized me. They smiled and asked me: Where did this guest come from?

7. Elegies can be used as weeping, and distant views can be used as homecomings. ——Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy"

A tragic song replaces the cry of homesickness. Climbing high and looking far away, I feel like I have returned to my hometown.

8. Whose jade flute is flying quietly, and the spring breeze fills Luo City. In this nocturne, I hear the willow trees breaking, and who can forget the sentiments of my homeland? ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night"

Whose house does the melodious sound of the flute come from? As the spring breeze blows, it spreads throughout Luoyang. Just tonight, who wouldn't feel homesick after hearing the sad "Breaking Willows"?

9. Where is my hometown, forget it unless you are drunk. ——"The Bodhisattva Man" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty

Where is the hometown I miss day and night? Only in drunken dreams can we forget the pain of homesickness.

10. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. Sui Xue Daoheng's "Every Day I Think of Returning"

It has been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. The day to go home will fall behind the flocks of geese flying north in spring, but the idea of ????going home comes before the spring flowers bloom. 8. Verses that describe the great changes in my hometown.

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and recently I have been busy with people.

Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown" Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang's interpretation: I have been away from my hometown for many years. In recent years, people and things have changed a lot.

Only the lake in front of the door, the spring breeze will not change the old one. 2. Now that the hometown is gone, the principles of the near and far are balanced.

--- "No Home Farewell" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's interpretation: Since the hometown is gone, it doesn't matter whether it is far or near. 3. My old hometown in Jiangnan and Jiangbei has been a dream for thirty years.

Wuyuan Palace is now in neglect; Guangling Terrace Palace is desolate. "Crying at the Stone City across the Zhongjiang River" The Next Five Dynasties: Li Yu's explanation: The south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River are my old hometown. It has been like a dream for thirty years. Now it has become deserted and deserted, and Guangling Terrace has become extremely deserted.

4. The Wusun tribe’s hometown is far away, and they are filled with sorrow and sadness. "Listening to the sound of Dong Da playing the Hujia and sending messages to the house to help" Tang Dynasty: Li Qi's interpretation: Wusun's tribe has become far away from their hometown, and now they are beginning to complain about the people living here.

5. How could Lian Xiaoyu just talk about hometown? "Sulonggongtan" Tang Dynasty: Han Yu's interpretation: How to talk about hometown, or can we only talk about hometown? 6. Looking from a high distance, you can see your hometown only deep in the white clouds.

I missed my return home all day long, but I failed to live up to the attentiveness of Du Yu. "Nian Nujiao·Sheltered over the river, written in Xinting" Song Dynasty: Wang Lan's interpretation: Standing on a high place, looking at one's hometown, in the white clouds Deep down, I miss you every day and can't go home. 7. After the war, everyone put away their bows and arrows, and turned due west to face their hometowns, which are far away.

Every year, counties and counties send out conscripts to build hills and mountains with Liaodong. "Liaodong Journey" Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian's interpretation: The war is over, we each put away our bows and arrows, and prepare to go home to the west.

8. The distant night is full of frost, and sometimes I dream of returning to my hometown. "Zi Jin Ri Zhi·Select Two" Song Dynasty: Yu Wenxuzhong Definition: At night, I think about the grass and frost in my hometown, and sometimes I dream about my hometown.

9. There are more than a hundred families in my house, and the world is in chaos. "No Home Farewell" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's explanation: There are many houses near me, and in troubled times it's like everyone is going their separate ways.

10. Living in the mist and falling light, nothing in the world matters. I poured out the remaining jade and walked through the bamboo. I rolled up "Huang Ting" and lay down to look at the mountain.

Living in a very pastoral place, no trace of the world is relevant. 11. The Tian family has a hard time in autumn, and the neighbor girl is in the cold at night. "Staying at Xun Ni's House at the foot of Wusong Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's interpretation: In the autumn, we have to do very hard farm work in our family's fields, and the neighbor's girl is always cold in the spring night.

12. Where does your family live? I live in Hengtang. I stopped the boat to ask for help, maybe I am a fellow countryman.

"Changganxing·Where does Jun's family live" Tang Dynasty: Cui Interpretation: Where does your family live? My home is in Hengtang. I stopped the boat for a while to ask, but we are from the same hometown. 13. My home is close to the water of Jiujiang River, and I come and go on the other side of Jiujiang River.

We are both from Changgan, but we have not known each other since childhood. "Changgan Xing·Home is near the Jiujiang Water" Tang Dynasty: Cui Hao's explanation: My home is close to the inner side of Jiujiang where the Jiujiang water comes and goes. We are all from this place and we haven't known each other since we were young. 9. A short poem about the changes in my hometown

One street, one old street.

A pot of wine, a pot of old wine.

A photo, an old photo.

There are countless people coming and going on the street,

I have never seen them before, but they seem to be familiar.

Because each of their faces,

has this sunshine, this smile,

has this longing for tomorrow,

There is this joy of family reunion.

All this is like a pot of wine,

You never get tired of tasting it, and it gets better and better with age.

It’s like recreating a photo,