1. Poems about caring about the development of hometown

That was the road we walked yesterday, and now the dust has still settled.

That is the scenery I have seen before, and it is still as beautiful now.

I have been sad in this corner for a long time, because that is my hometown and home.

Missing you is an endless road,

I have thought about it for a long time,

All I can think of is the inverted mood,

It takes a long time to walk,

All I see are the clouds far away in the sky,

Just walking on the deserted road,

The smell of home comes from afar,

The voice of home echoes in the distance,

Falling in love with her,

Not because of her beauty,

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It’s more about the feeling that has been waiting for a long time.

I hope you are satisfied~~ 2. Modern poetry describing the prosperity of my hometown

I stand behind the small town of Wen'an

Looking up at her

Like A flower

No, like a leaf

No, more like a bird

A wing in New Town

A wing In Zuogezhuang

What am I?

At least it cannot be her stone

It cannot be her cecum

An early awakening People

Let imagination lead

The golden sunshine bursts into applause

The whole town has risen into the sky

I want to do this in my hometown A thick feather of a big roc

(1)

When I was a child, I always doubted,

This winding road,

How could it be so long?

As a little me, I will never reach the end of the road.

When I was a child, I always complained,

This closed and crowded town,

How could it be so small,

Let the small I can never see the end of the sky.

When I was a child, I wanted to fly.

I always felt that my wings were bound by family affection.

I always felt that my dreams were sealed in care.

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Always impatient.

When I grow up, I can only recall the roads and water in my hometown carefully in my dreams.

The lights in the city are very bright,

But the one that belongs to me is missing.

The sky in the city is very vast,

but it is missing the pair of wings that can shield me from the wind and rain.

The long road to my hometown, now that I think about it,

is like a thread,

tying up the wandering heart of a wanderer.

The city of my hometown,

like a building or a shed,

is the eternal spiritual refuge of the wanderer

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The years are already cold,

Farming is slack in my hometown.

In the cold night,

this longing,

goes 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)

The beauty of my hometown

The most beautiful thing about my hometown is the water in my hometown

The sun shines on the lotus flowers in the morning and they sleep in the water

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Strings of gold and silver beads

The moon falls towards the lake

My hometown is beautiful, and my favorite thing is the water in my hometown

Ah Brother sits by the water and gets drunk by the music of the willow tree

My sister and sister are busy doing laundry

The laughter is so crisp

My hometown is beautiful, my hometown is beautiful

< p> The most beautiful thing is the soft hometown water

The wind blows gently by the waterside

The swallows fly leisurely in the sky

The wanderer from far away invites you Come back soon

My hometown is beautiful, and the most beautiful are the people there

I sing every day and feel happy every year

Where there is water and soil, there is love

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My hometown is beautiful, my hometown is beautiful

The most beautiful thing is the soft hometown water

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The swallows fly leisurely in the sky

Travelers from far away, please come back soon

My hometown is beautiful, my hometown is beautiful

The most beautiful thing is the softness The soft hometown water

The wind blows gently by the water

The swallows fly leisurely in the sky 3. What are the famous quotes and ancient poems about "changes in hometown"

< p> 1. I think some people are born in a certain place and don’t 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 the 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. My 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 4. Modern poetry describing the prosperity of my hometown

I stood behind Wen'an Town and looked up at her. She was like a flower, not like a leaf, not like a bird, one wing, one wing in the new town. Who am I in Zuogezhuang? At least it cannot be her stone. It cannot be her appendix. A person who wakes up early lets imagine leading the golden sunshine. Applause is everywhere. The whole town has risen to the sky. I want to be a branch of the big roc in my hometown. Thick Feather (1) When I was a child, I always wondered how this winding road could be so long, so that my little self could never reach the end of the road.

When I was a child, I always complained about how this closed and crowded town could be so small, so small that I could never see the end of the sky. When I was a child, I wanted to fly. I always felt that my wings were bound by family affection. I always felt that my dreams were sealed in love, and I was always very impatient.

When I grow up, I can only recall the roads and water in my hometown carefully in my dreams. The lights in the city are very bright, but the one that belongs to me is missing.

The sky in the city is very vast, but it only lacks the pair of wings that can shield me from the wind and rain. The long road to my hometown, now that I think about it, is like a thread, tying up the wandering heart of a wanderer.

The city in my hometown, like a building or a shed, is the eternal spiritual refuge of the wanderer. (2) The years are cold, and the hometown is busy. In the cold night, this longing goes to the forest and the farmland.

Holding corn stalks, playing hide and seek, playing naughty children. The north wind blows, the snowflakes drift, and the music is leisurely.

The foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle. Ten miles of golden beach, ten miles of peach garden.

How many years will it take to be accompanied by wind and rain? The hardest thing to forget is, during the summer vacation: catching cicadas under the shade of trees. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus flowers.

On the seaside: Facing the rough waves, raising the sails and swinging the fishing boats. In the fisherman's song: At night, I don't think about returning.

How much hope is there in the dream? I look back at my hometown with endless affection. My hometown has beautiful scenery and sweet water.

When will we triumph? (3) My hometown is beautiful. My hometown is beautiful. The most beautiful thing is the water in my hometown. The sun shines in the morning on the lotus. Gold and silver beads sleep in the water. Strings of gold and silver beads. Oh, the moon is falling towards the lake. My hometown is beautiful. My favorite thing is the water in my hometown. The sound of my brother sitting by the water. The willow tree is drunk, my sister and sister are busy doing laundry, and the laughter is so crisp. My hometown is beautiful. The most beautiful thing about my hometown is the soft water of my hometown. The wind beside the water gently blows the swallows in the sky. They fly leisurely in the distance. Wanderers from far away, please come back to your hometown. Beautiful. , The most beautiful thing about my hometown is that the people in my hometown sing every day, and I am happy every year. The roots of the soil and water are born in my heart. The most beautiful thing about my hometown is the soft water of my hometown. The wind beside the water gently blows the swallows in the sky. Wanderers who fly far away, please come back to the beauty of your hometown quickly. The most beautiful thing about your hometown is the soft wind beside the water in your hometown, gently blowing the swallows flying leisurely in the sky.

5. Are there any poems praising the development of the new countryside in my hometown?

Here it is for you, please refer to: Hymns to the New Countryside in My Hometown In the middle of the Jiuling Mountains in northwest Jiangxi, there is a place that is "pleasing" and "fertile" for people. The place is "China's top ten bamboo hometowns" - "Yifeng". The lovely and charming hometown of Qingliu "Yexi" is its pulsating blood and green treasure house. "Guanshan" is its high-energy national highway "320" ", the "Changtong Expressway" runs east-west through the county, the "Bukit (Daguang) Expressway" north-south access realizes the people's dream of the people in the old district, the Buddhist resort Zen ancestral temple "Dongshan", "Huangpi" is famous as "Caodong" and "Linji" in the city "The hometown of Tao Yuanming, the pastoral poet of Tianxiaweizong, the originator of Buddhism, is also located in the east of the county. The fertile land of 1935 square kilometers is dotted with six townships (including forest farms), eight towns and two reclamation farms. It was built with the hard-working hands of 300,000 people. "Tianbao", known as "Little Nanjing", is a beautiful homeland with different accents and different customs but the same ancient roads and warm heart. It welcomes new opportunities. The high-speed hub spurs great changes. The mountain town is famous. The people of the ancient village inherit the culture of the ancient village and fully display the style of the country with humanity. "Lingli" collects the elements of the times and writes a new chapter. "Tanshan" ancient town and "civilized villages and towns" have achieved great results. They pioneered and advocated the strong industrial town and forestry rich town to revitalize the hometown. Old trees and new flowers glow with infinite charm and smile to welcome guests from all over the world. "Tatanshan" "Big money will be more prosperous tomorrow. "Changtong Expressway" will bring opportunities and prosperity to "Tongan". The Buddhist ancestral home "Dongshan" has beautiful scenery and welcomes guests from all over. "Taipinggang Cultural Site" reveals the history of ancient civilization to people. The ancient porcelain town is blessed with talents. Wanmin Tong'an porcelain clay rich minerals promote the economic development of "Huaqiao", "Kiwi wine industry" endures to create a reputation as "the hometown of kiwi fruit", both agriculture and forestry make full use of wood and bamboo resources, vicissitudes of life, "Lubanfang", Chinese civilization rejuvenates, the famous "black gold" The origin of "Tangpu" is an important town in the history of "Kangle". The ancient city is rich in products and can be called a granary to protect resources. Change the way of attracting investment. Shoe industry giants have settled in the treasure land. Construction is in full swing and constantly refreshes the former glory. The "Hometown of Yuanming" at the foot of Nanshan is the "archway" that Tao inherited from his ancestors and carried forward. "The material heritage of the former lion dance and Nuo opera is worthy of being the hometown of martial arts. The plywood, furniture, and transportation industries have become the pillars of the rise of "Chengtang". Various industries have developed together with Fukang's emerging transportation industry to achieve happiness. "Xinzhuang" has rich mineral resources and the rise of "Wanguo Mining Group" Agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry and sideline fishery have developed in an all-round way, and all industries are prosperous. It is worthy of being a dazzling pearl in the east gate of my hometown. The "Hometown of Grass Cloth" relies on the advantage of the national highway to accelerate its development. The clarion call to strengthen the town through industry has resounded on both sides of the Jinjiang River. "Tianyin Cave" and "Ancient Rock Burial" have left much suspense. The characteristic plywood forestry industry aircraft carrier is undoubtedly the "Xueling Group", the "Cheche Forestry Farm", forestry and water conservancy bring endless wealth, strengthen township enterprises, develop forest bamboo products and ceramic green industries, green homes, hard-working mountain people sincerely work together to skillfully use resources to build nests and storage Water attracts phoenixes and attracts phoenixes. "Huanggang Town" is blessed with forest resources. With the added advantages, the customs of the locals have not changed. The local accents have joined hands to build the hometown of "Linji". Natural heritage, wonderful scenery, green treasure house, the paradise "Shuangfeng Forest Farm", original ecology and simple folk customs, surrounded by the ocean of moso bamboo, "Shui Meizi", pure vegetables, delicious food, famous all over the world, mountain treasures everywhere, healthy and natural, you can pick them, and you can taste them. "Qiaoxi" relies on the county to support the industrial pillars of urban and rural areas. Integrating agriculture and commerce into one, the road is prosperous, the new countryside has a new look, small buildings and villas are towering, and beautiful girls in the city are vying to marry country grooms. At that time, the cadres were decentralized to their second hometown "Shihuajian Reclamation Farm". The unforgettable years of burning passion spread the touching stories to the porcelain industry base. The old papermaking workshop has left its footprints in the past, Taiyangling's "Garden in the Sky" is as beautiful as a fairyland and is unparalleled in the world. Emerging agricultural, industrial and commercial integrated enterprises are booming. "Xinchang" old street has a new look and has become a modern city. Picturesque scenery on both sides of the river. People are Ankang. Parks and squares are scattered throughout the city, each with its own characteristics. Yexi Avenue Green Corridor Pedestrians Happy Industrial Park opens its doors Attracting investment and attracting visitors from all over the world, the "Yingtian" automobile has become famous all over the world. The urban and rural glass, ceramics, and lead-zinc battery industries have spurred GDP. "Yingmei" and "Xinxing" have created myths and benefited local places. The changes in history reflect the progress and development of the times. The footsteps of the century have revitalized the ancient city with vitality. Forgive me for my poor pen to describe the beautiful scenery and great changes in my hometown, because it is truly perfect and unparalleled in the world. 6. Poems describing hometown

1. The road to my hometown. On the days when I leave home at night, the road to my hometown always stretches into my thoughts the moment I close my eyes, lingering with memories. The road to my hometown is filled with my childhood. Joys and sorrows.

Sweet and sour.

With tears and smiles, I now feel that no matter the bitterness or sweetness of the past, it is a melodious song that touches the heartstrings in my memory, like a clear spring. The road in my hometown carries my yesterday. Yesterday, I was running in ragged clothes with the wind on a field full of weeds. Chasing the smiling spring on the dirt roadside 2. Homesickness in the rain, continuous drizzle, continuous drizzle. The raindrops falling in the sky form a line, just like a wanderer's continuous longing for his hometown. The rain must have washed out a clear village. The wheat waves are in the dreams of the folks. Rolling over a corner of the eaves among the green trees, smoke curling up from the kitchen, imagining climbing up the hill in my hometown. My father sat on the door of the old house, wiping the fatigue from his forehead with the back of his hand, lighting a dry cigarette, squinting slightly and watching the raindrops falling on the eaves, constantly converging into joy. The stream flowed to the green fields. 3 Sitting on the door of my old home, I watched the clouds rolling in the sky. The blue sky became darker with more clouds. On the apricot tree in front of the door, a donkey was chewing the scent of grass. I don’t know which house. The donkey also raised its neck and brayed, and a white rabbit brayed like snow.

1. The road to my hometown, the days and nights when I leave home, the road to my hometown always stretches into my thoughts and lingers with my memories the moment I close my eyes. The road to my hometown is filled with the joys and sorrows of my childhood. Sweet and sour.

Tears and smiles at this moment, I feel that no matter the bitterness or sweetness of the past, it is a melodious song that touches the heart in my memory, like a clear spring. The road to my hometown carries my yesterday. Yesterday, I was in ragged clothes. The wind runs along the dirt roadside covered with weeds, chasing the smiling spring. 2. Homesickness in the rain. The drizzle, the drizzle. The raindrops falling in the sky form a line, just like a wanderer who misses his hometown constantly. The rain must wash out a bright and clean world. The waves of wheat in the village roll over a corner of the green trees in the dreams of the villagers. The smoke from the roof is rising from the roof. I imagine climbing up the hill in my hometown. My father is sitting on the door of the old house, wiping the fatigue from his forehead with the back of his hand. He lights a cigarette and squints slightly to look at the roof. The raindrops continue to fall and merge into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. 3 Sitting on the door of my old home, I sit on the door of my old home and look at the clouds in the sky. The blue sky becomes deeper because of the more clouds. It is on top of the thick apricot tree in front of the door. The donkey was chewing the scent of grass. A donkey from somewhere brayed. The donkey also raised its neck and brayed. A white rabbit, as white as snow, suddenly jumped past me, stopped, and ran toward a few chickens in the grass. One of them screamed and ran out of the grass. One of them stretched out its neck and swallowed an insect. A familiar voice made me look at the thin mother at the intersection who was driving the piglets home. 4 The song of homesickness is a perfect match for missing one’s hometown. A melodious and beautiful song is always written in the deep nights when the moon hangs high and the stars blink, and a wisp of clouds is cut by the breeze. Always on such nights, I sing softly with a homesick heart about my lovely and beautiful hometown. The blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, The golden waves of wheat in the green water must have begun to roll again. Look, there are smiles on the lips of the villagers. Tonight, just sleep peacefully. In the dream, sleep with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe your father will take the whip. Driving the donkey and carrying some hope 5 Hometown, the hometown of my poems, a village lying in the ravine. I want to use the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart to write a poem to praise you for my hometown. My hometown stretches across the sky. The backbone of the undulating mountains sings softly from the meandering streams in the ravines. The lights are shining under the moon, and the cool breeze lifts the clothes of the night. Then I insert my wings in the dreams of the mountain people and fly, fly... fly... Go to the glorious hometown ahead, under the weak candlelight, your son is typing on the keyboard with tears, arranging the missing sentences into jumping lines of poetry. 6. Go home on May 1st and pack a bag of homesickness, and step on a row of cars crawling on the mountain road. My dear Hometown, your son is coming towards you. The dust is flying all the way. How many times the wanderer's homesickness in his dreams is just like this flying dust falling in the late night of my hometown. The mountain peaks are green all the way. The stream flows slowly. How many times in the dream of the wanderer, the homesickness is like this beautiful scenery of clear mountains and clear water. In the poem of the wanderer, a picture flows out, with new green willow buds all the way.

How many times the fragrance of flowers returns to the wanderer’s memory, and his homesickness is just like this touching spring. In the wanderer’s deep eyes looking at his hometown from afar, he pulls out strands of attachment that cannot be brushed away. When he goes home, his wheels roll across the mountain road of his hometown, so there is A corner of the vicissitudes of the eaves looms between the gaps in the leaves. A poem after waking up at 7 o'clock. My hometown is used to entertaining the wanderers who return home, but the wanderers are no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. The sound of wind, birds, roosters, and tractors woke up the hot money from his dream. The sun shone slantingly on his face through the window grilles. The bursts of birdsong mixed with the laughter of children echoed in the spring. Walking out of the gate like a wooden fence.

Watch the light wind chasing spring running in the blue sky. The light clouds wave their snow-white long sleeves to cheer for spring. The green wheat seedlings spread their carpets on the hillside. The poems of hope roll on the land of my hometown. At the edge of the village, the children hold hands Look at the adults playing around with apricot, pear and peach blossoms and scolding the children for scaring spring away.

There is a group of little birds on the old locust tree. They flutter their wings and soar towards the westward direction of the sun. 8 My hometown, my hometown, my hometown, the place where I was born and raised. My dream every night when I am wandering in a foreign land. The winding mountain road is always haunted by your appearance, leaving every footprint of my growth. Witnessing the growth of a mountain village boy. Witnessing the slow development of a mountain village. The green fields on the mountain roadside are rolling with waves in the spring breeze. It seems that the beautiful hopes of the villagers are drifting towards the distance of their dreams. The mountain ridges connecting the fields stretch continuously to the distance of their dreams. The peaks that disappear into the sky are the faces of the loess houses lying at the foot of the mountains that the grandparents and grandchildren look out on with expectation from generation to generation. Carved with wind and frost, I caressed the childish faces of my children and grandchildren with rough hands covered with calluses. The willows and poplars surrounding the house and the wisps of cooking smoke slowly floated towards the blue sky with the wishes of the villagers, and a few cordial cries of cattle and sheep. Awakening the homesick wanderer from his dream, he typed out a few lines of poetry on the keyboard, flowing quietly like a river in his hometown. 9 On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. The grass on the mountain is dancing in the wind, and the beautiful pond at the foot of the mountain is beautiful. Fertile fields, green fields are fragrant, and most of all, the river in the ravine is like a beating pulse. In spring, there are endless apricot blossom branches. In spring and summer, the green leaves cover the sky and overflow with coolness. In autumn, the continuous rain cannot cool the lover's heart in winter. The heavy snow leaves no trace but cannot bury the impulsive feelings of young people. There is endless smoke from my hometown on the other side of the mountain.