Modern poems about praising hometown

1. Modern poems praising hometown

1. "The Beauty of Hometown"

The sweetest hometown water,

The most beautiful is the local accent.

The sound of sweet water is beautiful——

Better than jade liquid and fine wine,

Like the fairy music in the world!

A wanderer wanders the world alone.

2. "Hometown"

My hometown is in that beautiful place

The mountains full of green pines are like a green ocean

Branches The lush leaves are dancing in the wind

The sound of the pine waves is like the symphonic movement

The embrace of the green pines is a symbol of unity

The proud and tall are the pillars of the hometown

Surrounded by mountains and scented with flowers

Beautiful scenery surrounded by mountains and rivers

Sparkling rivers flowing in the river

Green trees make it even more brilliant

My dreaming hometown

You are my loveliest hometown

3. "Song to Hometown"

It seems that there are some wrinkles on the face of hometown

But she is still young

Who has the strength to work

Just shout to the valley: hometown

She looks young, but she has forgotten many things

Including her birth and marriage

There are many rules in her hometown, and everything is about a balance of yin and yang

The only thing she doesn’t talk about is seniority

Her children and grandchildren all call them by their first names

She doesn’t hurt her self-esteem at all

She has never been far away from her hometown in her whole life

Every time an opportunity comes, she always says:

When I leave, who will take care of you and your descendants——

Helpless——

Children traveling far away have no choice but to take her avatar with them

My hometown has never cheated anyone in my life

So far——

She is still outside the Internet, enjoying peace and quiet

Extended information:

Modern poetry, also called "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty. It is a type of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, although they are all written to be inspired by objects, they generally do not adhere to format and rhythm.

Modern poetry is free in form and rich in meaning. The management of images is more important than the use of rhetoric. It completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry of "gentle and honest, sad but not resentful", and places more emphasis on free and open and straightforward statements and "can be "the communication between the sense and the insensible".

Representative figures of modern Chinese poetry include: Xu Zhimo, Bei Dao, Gucheng, Haizi, etc.

Sogou Encyclopedia - Modern Poetry 2. Modern poems praising hometown

Hometown

The years are getting colder,

Farming is slack in my hometown.

In the cold night,

this longing,

went to the forest,

to the farmland.

Holding corn stalks,

playing hide and seek,

playing naughty children.

The north wind blows,

The snowflakes are floating,

It’s leisurely.

At the foot of Langya Mountain,

is my hometown,

my cradle.

Ten Miles of Golden Beach,

Ten Miles of Peach Garden.

Wind and rain accompany each other,

How many years?

The hardest thing to forget,

During the summer vacation:

Under the shade of the trees,

Catching cicadas.

In the pond:

Playing with each other,

Picking lotus flowers.

On the seaside:

Brave the rough waves,

Raise the sail,

Ding the fishing boat.

In the fisherman's song:

At night,

I don't want to return.

How much hope is there in the dream?

Looking at my hometown,

I feel so much affection.

My hometown has beautiful scenery,

The water in my hometown is also sweet.

When will we triumph?

3. Small mountain village

Small mountain village,

The sound of chickens and dogs can be heard.

Put on your clothes and get up,

Open the wood door.

Welcome good guests,

Invite old friends.

In the fragrance of flowers and birds,

Bathed in the spring breeze,

Spend a good time.

Recite ancient poems,

Ming the ancient harp,

Play the harp.

Sitting in front of the window,

admiring the whole area,

the blue sky and white clouds.

Mountain streams with clear flowing water,

Pine forests on the slopes.

Far and near,

There are flocks of sheep.

Although it was written in the war book,

had no military exploits.

At the foot of Shu Mountain,

Be a commoner.

A game of chess,

A cup of tea,

Discussing ancient and modern times,

Talking about Emperor Qin.

Accompanied by singing,

Don’t worry about the road,

Don’t worry about poverty.

How much love?

How much hate?

Do not remember.

The world is so colorful,

Why bother,

searching hard?

China’s beautiful landscapes,

What’s not to love?

This is the most pure feeling.

4. Kuang Lu Picture

A little cold light,

coming from the shabby study room.

How many years?

Never forget,

that hometown,

that village.

No matter when,

until the end of the world,

until the end of the earth.

Always with me:

Write about Kyushu,

Write about Sifang.

One night,

I wrote poems that flowed into the river,

I wrote lyrics that flowed into the river.

The spirit is soaring,

The exquisiteness is unparalleled in the world.

How many beautiful chapters,

are still treasured.

Today's guests are leaving the lamp,

Already left out,

Missing,

The young man.

A pot of wine,

Drunk,

beside the road.

The most desolate,

alone,

turn to the sky,

express your heartfelt feelings.

I hope that our generation:

will be more brilliant tomorrow.

Look at the sky above,

Look at the pride:

Still unrestrained.

Where the iron pen is wielded,

Despite the strong wind and waves,

every sentence is a masterpiece.

"Who doesn't say my hometown is good"

Lyrics and music: Lu Qiming, Xiao Peiheng

Green mountains are closely connected

White clouds surround each other In the mountains

The terraced fields are layer upon layer of green

Bursts of singing are carried by the wind

Hey, who doesn’t say my hometown is good?

Deer yo eh er yo

Bursts of singing are carried by the wind

The winding river flows endlessly

The tall pines and cypresses are evergreen

Men, women, old and young are of the same mind

A family is indistinguishable from one another

Hey, who wouldn’t say my hometown is good

Deer yo eh er yo

A family is inseparable from fish and water

Green fruit trees cover the hills

Endless waves of wheat shine with golden light

Harvest songs ring everywhere

The singing of happiness lasts for thousands of years

Hey, who doesn’t say good things about my hometown

Deer yo, ye er yo

The singing of happiness lasts for thousands of years 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. Who knows about modern poems about praising hometown? Urgent use

The moonlit night in my hometown (modern poetry) quietly falls with nostalgia. From the end of the pen, I gently recall the silver-white moonlight in the fields of my hometown, which was softened by the barking of dogs. The memory of the small village stretched out its long ears to listen to the sound of the years, silently gestating a deep nostalgia. The old Sophora japonica at the head of the village The tree is as old as the years. Grandpa's story grows here. The dry tobacco bag covered with moonlight rises and the stars fall into dreams. Knock open the firewood door of the years. The sweetness and simplicity gurgling out. Under the oil lamp, my mother's country songs are slowly incorporated into the soles of my shoes. The emotions that bite me move the door. The white poplars outside shook the moonlight, which made me even more moved by the barking of dogs outside the village. The moonlight peering through the treetops in the distance was gently bitten, while the small village fermented the gentle night into the dawn in its deep sleep. Comments[0]. 5. The writing of modern poems praising my hometown

Poetry--I love the flowers of my motherland in October. I love the flowers of my motherland in October. She is extremely brilliant and brilliant, because she has 56 fragrances in my heart- — Ah, this fragrance is unforgettable in my heart all year round, from the peach blossoms in the north in the spring, to the fragrant rice flowers in Hainan in the cold winter, from the Fujian mountain villages full of lychee trees in the hot summer, to the fruity fragrance of Turpan with ripe grapes in the autumn... There are colorful flowers every day. It is open, and there is a good harvest in sight every season. In these fragrances, I see the most gorgeous scene - and her snow white and green, as beautiful as the clear sky at dawn, and the hope of the future... National Day Ode "Motherland, you have walked through it" The extraordinary 55 years are like a baby growing into a mature man. Today you are full of vitality and exude vitality. You have experienced hardships and also had laughter. After going through ups and downs, tomorrow will be even better. In the past 55 years, you have experienced great things. Through earth-shaking changes, your people are getting richer and stronger. Your national power is getting stronger and stronger. You have united the hearts of the descendants of Yan and Huang in the world! You have won the respect of the world. Now you are working hard and entering the new century. Today, in this joyful festival, I say to you from the bottom of my heart, Hello, motherland! A song written for the motherland. The wind of golden autumn brings a faint fragrance. The chrysanthemums in the frost offer pieces of fragrance. A season of kisses. The afterglow of the sunset. Love overflows. Gentle eyes look at the tranquility of the surrounding fields. Passion flies up to the poem. Listen to the gurgling of the Yellow River, which carries countless sufferings. Watch the river sand. How many memories have been deposited and devastated are your old appearance. Childhood hardships have left an eternal mark. Wind, frost, snow and rain. Half a century of struggle. The abyss has been spread for five thousand years. The footprints of a civilization of five thousand years. The long river of history is rolling with the heroic waves of the past. The strings of the piano sing today's glorious melody. Motherland, I am proud of you. As a towering Huabiao, let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn. As the majestic Tiananmen Square, let the wind and clouds welcome the rising sun. In the ears of history, a salute comes. The rumbling echo, the overwhelming echo, is the echo of China's vicissitudes of life. A giant looked down at the world, and the loud voice was heard by the whole world, the People's Republic of China was founded! When the first five-star red flag rose slowly, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind in the clear sky, and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw it. The Chinese people have stood up since then! This history is condensed with magnificence, and it is painted with the sunshine of October to its fullest. This impassioned momentum builds a monument standing in the east of the world. The glorious era, with its vigorous hands, writes a glorious chapter of New China, and the people are proud of it. Pointing to the country. The suffering mother wiped away the tears in her eyes and revealed the joy in her heart. She was sincerely happy. The motherland marched boldly towards prosperity. Singing our history, there is the myth of Pangu's creation of the world, bursting out with the light of life. Singing our history , the glory of the four great inventions is sown in this barren land. Singing our history, we have the saintly wisdom of Laozi and Confucius, and the sacred fire of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us. Singing our history, I feel the red flag dancing in the wind on National Day. The sky is graceful, the lights are shining brightly. The whole country has been celebrating for decades, and thousands of households are happy. The sound of gun salutes in celebration of the 55th anniversary of the National Day shakes the world, and the five-star red flag is like a colorful cloud. The glorious history has attracted the attention of the world, and the land of China is full of flowers. Reform and opening up are spreading. The sails are set, the motherland leaps forward on a thousand-mile horse. Today, we are fighting for glory again, and the bright future is praised by the world. Looking at today, we will be even more energetic after the storm.

6. 10 Poems Praising Hometown

1. "Hometown" Modern: Wen Yiduo Sir, sir, where are you going? What's wrong with you in such a hurry? I want to see if my hometown is still there; I want to leave, I want to go back to Wangtian Lake.

I want to ask if there are still white waves rolling in the center of the lake, green waves rolling in the rice fields, and are there any sparrows playing martial arts on the water bamboo branches? Sir, sir, the world is so new and strange. If you don’t travel here, where would you go? I want to visit my hometown, I have my own thoughts; I want to see the corncrakes hatching their eggs in the rice field, and there are still pigeon footprints on the mud with the word "一", and how many white clouds on the sacred mountain change in one minute. This time, there were swallows flying to other people's halls to announce the good news. Sir, sir, I advise you not to go home; only the life of traveling is free in this world.

The heart of a wanderer is a remnant monument eroded by wind and frost. The monument is already covered with the words of hometown. Oh, I want to go home, I want to go home quickly, I want to listen to the waterwheel outside the door. I keep singing all day long, and then keep the music of my hometown in my heart. Sir, sir, why do you want to go home? There is glory and wisdom in the world.

You don’t know that there is a lovely lake in your hometown. Half of the blue sky is always immersed in the lake water all year round. There are rabbits on the lakeshore looking for food at dusk, and there are also dogs that don’t chase rabbits when they see them. I want to see if this is still the case today. Sir, sir, I can't understand you anymore. Why on earth do you want to go home? I want to see how many thorns are still growing on the water chestnuts in my hometown. I want to see how many silks there are in a lotus root. I want to see if my hometown still recognizes me. I want to see how many new steles have been added to the graveyard. There are also flowering bamboos in the garden.

2. "Sauvignon Blanc: A Journey to the Mountains" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, thousands of tents with lights in the dark night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.

Vernacular interpretation: The soldiers marched non-stop towards Shanhaiguan. The night was already deep, and thousands of tents were lit with lamps.

The wind was blowing and snowing outside, which woke up the soldiers in their sleep and reminded them of their homesickness. How warm and peaceful their hometown was, how could there be such a howling wind and dancing snowflakes? The noisy sound. 3. "Ode to Hometown" Modern: The Central Plains is a little red. The moon is the brightness of hometown, and the water is the sweetness of hometown.

This is the land that gave birth to me and raised me. Even though I am no longer here today, I still miss the atmosphere of the past.

You are a mother, but you are bigger than a mother. With warm arms, look forward to my return home.

Wanderer, how longing for that beautiful place. I especially remember that that small forest was the world of my childhood.

Even if the other country is prosperous. It's not worth a cup of weak tea from my hometown.

4. "Going to My Hometown" Author: Zhou Jianhaochao Go to my hometown and let a bee awaken the memories of my childhood. Country roads are the nerve endings of your hometown. Just a gentle step on them will wake up your hometown.

Go to your hometown, lead a scarab beetle, and straighten the old house that is falling on its side. Put a few bundles of thoughts into the stove and burn out the smoke.

Go to your hometown, pick up the sound of cicadas and sort out the autumn wind of the past. Put several baskets of past events into a stone mortar and pound them into moonlight.

Go to your hometown, roll up a pile of snow, and make it look like your childhood. Pour a few happy events into a big bowl and drink. The next year will be stroking the dreams of your loved ones, but I will miss you deeply in the distance.

5. "Hometown" Author: Yunnan Aneng Hometown, you are the palm of your hand. Only when you put me in it can I feel tenderness. Hometown, you are the back of your hand. You hold me close to the sun, so that I can have a ray of light.

Hometown, you are my mother, giving me a strange life. Hometown, you want peace, I wish you good health.

6. "Hometown" Author: Jinlushan people looked at the ridges of Longshang fields intertwined with roads on both sides, followed the dirt road on the dam where weeds grew, and at the end was their hometown - Suojia village. There are several old elm trees standing at the entrance of the village, like elderly people, guarding the future generations of the village.

Several old houses with ruined walls can be seen in the center of the village, recording the long history of the village. This was the paradise of joy in my childhood. Get together with a few friends, in small groups, play hide-and-seek hopscotch to catch crickets, with a simple smile full of innocence.

In winter, the old people sit around here with their hands in their sleeves, basking in the sun and doing household chores. In summer nights, women gather here after dinner to enjoy the cool air and chat about interesting things in the village. Now, thirty years on, this place is still the homeland with a warm temperature in my heart.

"The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown." It is the time of reunion during the Spring Festival again. Carrying the expectations of my family, I embarked on the last train home.

7. "Love the Motherland and Love My Hometown More" Modern Times: Even though my heart follows the yellowish warmth of the remaining autumn rain, the Yellow River flows and meanders on the land of the North; my soul stirs and pursues the amazing scenery. The water of the Yangtze River in the hot land of southern China flows straight to the East China Sea. They are a golden flash on the coast of Chinese people's lives, and across the river are the paradises they yearn for.

Looking up, it suddenly dawned on me that the motherland is good. Keep your head down and be happy, my hometown is beautiful.

Under my feet is the holy land I seek, and I suddenly look back. Love the motherland, love hometown even more.

The years flow quietly, along the road of time. The motherland is prosperous and the country is prosperous. Reminiscent of the past and the famous figures throughout the ages.

Looking at today, heroes are showing their true colors. I happily walked on the country road, so what? Only when you are surrounded by a hundred miles of azaleas do you know the paradise of flowers and birds; walk into the sea of ??grass and feel the tranquility of the sea; the rising sun rises from the God Mountain, and countless willow branches dance with the sea; the strong rural scenery and nostalgia, Drunk with whom? Who composes rural folk songs? Standing in the breeze and feeling the fragrance of green trees and wild grass, you can instantly feel the warmth of spring and the flowers are blooming. The warmth is endless, and the country roads extend in all directions.

Pieces of green woods decorate my hometown, and I suddenly feel like a long sword cutting through the sky. I love my motherland and my hometown even more. 8. "Missing Home" Modern: The red and green rice fields in the Central Plains are rare anymore. The crowing of frogs and the whispering of autumn insects in the dead of night were once beautiful sounds of nature. The fragrance of orange flowers everywhere in March attracts countless bees. The colorful butterflies flutter around, enjoying watching the rainbow in the sky after the rain in my hometown, rejoicing with the fish swimming up the river, recalling the sweetness of midsummer fruits, being obsessed with the warm arms of my childhood parents, and the cute smiling faces of my childhood playmates reappearing in my mind, no matter what No matter how tired and far I have walked, I still miss my hometown deeply.

9. "The Beauty of Hometown" Modern: Xu Sheng The sweetest hometown water, the most beautiful is the local accent. The sound of sweet water is as beautiful as jade liquid and fine nectar, and it is like the fairy music in the world! A wanderer wanders the world alone.

10. "Hometown" Modern: Xu Sheng My hometown is a beautiful place, with mountains full of green pines like a green ocean, with lush branches and leaves.

7. Poems in Praise of Hometown (Modern)

Wangwushan Mountain in My Hometown

Food and Feeding Millet and Thoughts

I want to sing a song for him

Compose a string of beautiful notes

My hometown, Wangwu Mountain

It is the piercing sun of the East Where the Clouds Dawn

The ancient Yellow Emperor launched his battle against the evil Chi You

The famous Battle of Zhuolu

The sun in the east shines in the Temple of Heaven

The victorious witch dance of our ancestors

The Yellow Emperor, with his arrogant kingly spirit

held up a cup of blood to the sky Wine

We are in Wangwu Mountain in Jiyuan, Henan Province

The green sea is rolling on Wangwu Mountain

The ancient bodhi tree is intertwined

Late at night The flowing fireflies and fairy lanterns

are illusory

but there are secrets revealed by the Queen Mother

My hometown, Wangwu Mountain

is like that Broad and indifferent

The elegant and well-educated people are calm and relaxed

Taibai's thoughts were melted by the tranquility here

Zimei's sorrow was blown away by the misty wind here Light

Li Yishan’s passionate love is heard here

The beautiful Princess Yuzhen cultivates immortality here

The great master Sima Chengzhen sits in the white clouds

Can’t hear the Queen’s scolding and calling

Here are the footprints of a generation of medicine kings

The old man’s donkey died here

Here The scripture is a wordless sword

The sword points to the red dust and the sword dances in the Central Plains

My hometown, Wangwu Mountain

Standing majestically between Henan and Jin

Talking about him requires a realm

Reading him makes my mind spin

Melting in his vastness and breadth

In the sea of ??red leaves in autumn Lian Tan

Embracing the seven-foot-long thousand-year-old ginkgo

Juggling the crystal clear water of the Fountain of Youth

My hometown, Wangwu Mountain

North Relying on the majestic Taihang Thousand Miles Away

Looking south to the gurgling Yellow River

How profound and broad its posture is

I am ashamed to be the innocent child of Jiyuan

Wangwushan in my hometown

There is no shortage of famous people

Jishui absorbed the quietness and inaction of the four people in Shangshan

The pure wind nourishes the knights Shi Nie Zheng's bloody bravery and bloody tragedy

It gave birth to a pure hero like Dang Jixin

It gave birth to a dignified bloody man like Yu Sili

Du Balian’s arrogance inspired the smoke and clouds of history

The achievements of the Calabash Team were praised by great men

Entering Wangwushan

Entering Deep in Jiyuan

Look at the fiery rising sun in the east

Enjoy the intoxicating sunset in the west

And the warm smoke from cooking fires

Under the pure blue sky

Look at my honest fellow countryman

His face is dripping with crystal beads of sweat

That shy smile at the corner of his mouth

Simplicity and generosity

Revealing the shrewdness of people in the mountains

Happiness spreads sweet waves in the heart

Entering Wangwu Mountain

Go into the depths of Jiyuan

You will understand

and you will believe

The myth of Foolish Old Man who moved mountains

In the dazzling Central Plains

Jiyuan's take-off

It is by no means a miracle or accident

Entering Wangwu Mountain

Taste the richness of the fool's spirit

Entering Wangwushan

Endless humanistic cuisine

Make your soul nostalgic

My hometown Wangwushan

Although it is not as mysterious as Songshan Mountain

It is not as calm as Dongyue Mountain

It is not as steep as Huashan Mountain

It cannot be called the beauty of Hengshan Mountain

Much less of the fantasy of Hengshan

. . . . . .

But Wangwu Mountain is Wangwu Mountain

Therefore, its reputation is not inferior to that of the Three Mountains and Five Mountains

In the eyes of the world, it looks gloomy

The rich traditional Chinese Taoist culture

makes her full of charm

Wearing the cigarettes of the ages

Naturally loves Jiyuan, Henan

History loves Wangwu Mountain

World Geopark

This is the height that humanity and geological heritage have raised her up

I believe that in Under the gentle breeze of the new era

Under the good policies of the Party Central Committee

and the deep care of the Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government

Under the people of Jiyuan City and the Municipal Party Committee With the dedicated efforts of the municipal government

Wangwushan will have a better tomorrow

The people of Jiyuan will live a more prosperous life

——"The King of My Hometown" Wushan! ”

I believe the people of Jiyuan will hold this golden sign high and go further under the bright sunshine

Oh my hometown, Wangwushan

——The journey is long! 8. 10 poems praising hometown

Hometown is always a place that people dream about.

Whether it is for life or anything else! People who have left their hometown still miss that hot land in their hearts when they return from their dreams at midnight. Use the most beautiful words to praise your hometown! Bury the most precious feelings about your hometown into words.

Let that feeling replace yourself and return to your hometown. 1. "The Beauty of Hometown" The sweetest hometown water, the most beautiful is the local accent.

The sound of the sweet water is better than the jade liquid and nectar, like the fairy music in the world! A wanderer wanders the world alone. 2. "Hometown" My hometown is a beautiful place. The mountains are full of green pines, like a green ocean. The leaves are luxuriant and dancing in the wind. The sound of the pine waves is like the symphonic movement. The green pines embracing each other are a symbol of unity. Standing tall and tall, they are surrounded by the pillars of my hometown. The mountains are fragrant with flowers, the mountains and rivers are surrounded by beautiful scenery, the rivers are flowing, the sparkling green trees are shading, making it even more brilliant. My hometown that haunts me, you are my loveliest hometown. 3. "Missing You, Hometown" is decorated with the morning sun after the rain. Under the clouds, the golden-winged bird flapped its wings and looked around.

Waving Supa, I waved - ah, I miss you, my hometown! Wear a thousand paper kites to the blue sky and gently let go of your first childhood dream. I quietly pursue the fading back - ah, I miss you, my hometown! Playing and playing on the other side of the river beach, heavy Balixiang trees hang down from the branches.

In the bleak autumn wind, I stand indifferently - ah, I miss you, my hometown! In order to make the oath last from generation to generation, a red bean is carefully sown in the fertile soil. The candlelight was blazing, and I shook my head——Ah, I miss you, my hometown.

9. Modern poems praising hometown

The most unforgettable

The river in hometown

Where

the hard-working women wash their clothes

Naughty children playing

There is the smell of mother

There are memories of my childhood

Unforgettable

Country roads

How many times have I held my mother’s hand and walked there

I still remember the apple tree that year