1. Poems about describing your childhood hometown

Poems about describing your childhood hometown 1. Words to describe your childhood hometown

Childhood hometown

Singer: Xing Jiguang

Lyrics and music: Xing Jiguang

When I was young, my dreams were very beautiful

I always yearned to go far away to find them

Drops of tears tell of parting

Caring for my hometown is always in my heart

I felt very powerful when I was young

I always hope to leave my hometown to create miracles

The strands of flowery hair endure the separation

Missing my hometown is always in my dreams

The willow branches are floating beside the river in my hometown

The small town in my hometown Little swallows are painted on the bridge

Little footprints are deeply imprinted on the paths in my hometown

My hometown is the memory of my childhood

The fragrance of rice is flowing in the fields of my childhood.

The songs of childhood are conveyed on the boat

The birds are playing in the bamboo forest of childhood

Childhood is an eternal memory

Xiaoxiao When I was young, my dreams were very beautiful

I always yearned to go far away to find my hometown

The drops of tears expressed parting

I always care about my hometown

I felt very powerful when I was little

Always looking forward to leaving my hometown to create miracles

The strands of colorful hair endured the separation

Missing my hometown is always in my dreams

The small orchard in my hometown is full of big honey pears

The small bluestone in my hometown is engraved with little names

The small vegetable garden in my hometown is full of young vegetables.荠

Hometown is the memory of childhood

The smiling cauliflowers in the fields of childhood

The singing on the boat in childhood conveys messages

Childhood Children are escaping in the bamboo forest

Childhood is an eternal memory

Clear memory

The hometown of childhood is a beautiful memory

Memories

My childhood hometown, my beautiful hometown will always be a memory

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2. Poems about hometown

Home is king In Wei Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems", "In front of the beautiful bed, the winter plum blossoms have not bloomed yet".

Home is the bright moon in Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" "Looking up at the bright moon, lowering your head to think about your hometown".

Home is the nine-curved ileum in Ma Zhiyuan's "Autumn Thoughts", "The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world"

Home is the "Sunset Xiangguan" in Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower" Where is it, the mist on the river makes people sad.

Li Bai's "The sound of the flute in Luoyang City on a spring night" "The sound of the jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills the city of Luo." Human nocturne.

Home is the midnight song in "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rings to the passenger ship" in Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"

Home is Wang Anshi. "The boat is anchored in Guazhou" "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me?"

Home is Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North" Why should I cut the candle from the west window? But when it rains at night in Bashan

3. Poems about hometown

Nostalgia

Yu Guangzhong

When I was young, homesickness was a thing. A small stamp,

I am on this side, my mother is on the other side

When I grow up, nostalgia is a narrow ship stamp,

I am on this side, and the bride is on the other side.

Later, nostalgia is a short grave,

I am outside, and my mother is inside. But now, homesickness is like a shallow strait,

I am on this side, and the mainland is on the other side.

Recalling Shandong Brothers on September 9th

Wang Wei

Being a stranger in a foreign land,

Thinking of family members even more during the festive season .

I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place.

There is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night

Wang Jian

Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard,

The cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

Tonight the moon is bright and everyone can see,

I don’t know who is missing in autumn.

Sauvignon Blanc

Nalan Xingde

One step up the mountain, one step down the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, it’s deep in the night with thousands of tent lights. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.

The sky is clear and the sand is clear, autumn thoughts

The dead vines and old trees are dimly lit by crows, the small bridges and flowing water are home to people, and the old road has a westerly wind and a thin horse. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

4. Poems and famous quotes about childhood

1. Things are always unique and irreplaceable: these are memories of childhood. ——French novelist and dramatist Dugar's childhood quotes in "Thibaud's Family"

2. Don't wait for a moment. The gray head of a young man will make you sad. ——Yue Fei

3. Childhood is a stage in the continuous regeneration process of life. Human beings will survive forever in this continuous regeneration process. ——Irish playwright Bernard Shaw, "Parents and Children"

4. We should strive to make our children strong, so that they can live a peaceful and quiet childhood in a loving environment, and that they can have good confidence. Extend it as long as possible. ——Marie Curie

5. The ability to think objectively is reason, and the emotion based on reason is humility. Only by freeing ourselves from our childhood illusions of omniscience and omnipotence can we be objective and use our reason. ——Childhood quotes from German psychiatrist Fromm

6. I don’t have any talents, but I just like to pursue problems to the root. ——Einstein

7. The greatest pride in life is to realize your childhood dream when you become an adult. ——Ma Jia

8. Don’t try to know everything, otherwise you will know nothing. ——Democritus

9. I remember, I remember, the tall fir tree was lush and green; I often thought that its delicate treetops were close to the blue sky; that was My childhood fantasies. And I now know that heaven is further away than we imagined as a child, which makes me unhappy. ——British poet Thomas Hood "I remember, I remember"

10. Children are the key to heaven. ——Merri Stoddard, "Children's Prayer"

11. The more questions a child asks, the more he will know about things around him in early childhood, and the smarter he will be in school. The brighter the eyes, the sharper the memory. To cultivate your child's intelligence, you have to teach him to think. ——Former Soviet educator Suhomlinsky

12. Praise childhood, it brings the beauty of heaven amidst the difficulties of our earthly world. ——Amir

13. False knowledge is worse than ignorance. Ignorance is like an open field that can be cultivated and sown, while false knowledge is like a wasteland full of weeds from which it is almost impossible to pull out the grass. ——Kang Tu

14. The ignorance of childhood is cute, the ignorance of teenagers is ridiculous, the ignorance of youth is pitiful, the ignorance of middle age is deplorable, and the ignorance of old age is sad. ——Professor of Beijing Normal University and cultural scholar Yu Dan’s childhood quotes

15. The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods. ——Du Fu

16. To be a true confidant, you must trust each other. [Russia] Leo Tolstoy: "Childhood, Boyhood, Youth"

17. Childhood was originally the most wonderful stage of life. At that time, the child was a flower and a fruit. It is a hazy intelligence, a kind of never-ending activity, a strong desire.

——French writer Balzac, "Usure Miroe"

18. If my childhood days could come back, then I would no longer waste time, I would use every minute and every second. Come and read! ——Indian poet, writer, philosopher, Rabindranath Tagore, winner of the 1913 Nobel Prize for Literature, "The Fulfillment of Wishes"

19. If kind emotions are not formed in childhood, then you will not be able to cultivate them at any time. This feeling comes. Because the formation of people's sincere feelings is linked to the understanding of the most important truths they first come into contact with, as well as the experience and feeling of the most delicate aspects of the motherland's language. ——Suhomlinsky

20. What we know is limited, but what we don’t know is infinite. ——Laplace

5. Poems describing hometown

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

Sweet and sour. With tears and smiles, at this moment, I feel that no matter how bitter or sweet it was, it is a melodious song that touches the heart 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 sat on the door of my old home and looked at the clouds in the sky. The blue sky became darker because of the 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. Amid the scoldings of the adults, they flutter their wings and soar towards the place where the sun is heading west. 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 in the spring breeze. It seems that the beautiful hopes of the villagers are drifting towards the distance of their dreams. The mountain ridges connected with the fields stretch continuously to the distance of their dreams. The peaks disappearing in the sky are the faces of the loess houses lying at the foot of the loess houses 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.

6. One sentence to describe the beauty of hometown

1. "The Proud Fisherman: Thoughts on Autumn"

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

Autumn under the Fortress The scenery is different when you come, but you don't notice when the geese leave Hengyang. Sounds are heard from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes.

A glass of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.

Translation: The scenery on the border is completely different when autumn comes, and the geese flying towards Hengyang show no nostalgia. The mournful sounds from the border areas came from all directions along with the sound of horns, in the overlapping mountain peaks. The dusk is heavy, the sun is setting over the mountains, and the lonely city gate is tightly closed.

Drinking a glass of old wine and remembering my hometown thousands of miles away, my thoughts are all over the place. I think of the injustice on the border, the unfinished achievements, and I don’t know when I can return to my hometown. The Qiang people's flutes played melodiously, and frost spread all over the earth. It was late at night, and the soldiers could not sleep peacefully. Both the generals and the soldiers had their hair dyed white by the frost and snow, so they could only cry silently.

2. "Letter from the Capital"

Ming Dynasty: Yuan Kai

The river is three thousand miles away, and the letter from home contains fifteen lines.

There is no other words to say, except to return home soon.

Translation: The river is three thousand miles long, and the letter home is fifteen lines long. There were no other words between the lines, they just told me to return to my hometown as soon as possible.

3. "Shi'er"

Song Dynasty: Lu You

After death, Yuan knows that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.

Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he did not forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices.

Translation: I originally knew that when I died, everything in the world would have nothing to do with me; but the only thing that made me sad was that I could not see the reunification of the motherland with my own eyes. Therefore, when the day comes when the Song Dynasty army regains the lost land in the Central Plains, you hold family sacrifices and don’t forget to tell your father the good news!

4. "A View from the Wugongtai Temple in Autumn"

Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing

After the ancient platform crumbled, I looked back at my hometown in autumn.

There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the mountains and rivers are deep.

The setting sun is still shining, and the cold chimes are all over the forest.

Melancholy about the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River remains alone until now.

Translation: The dilapidated vegetation of the ancient platform has withered, and the autumn scenery arouses my homesickness. The temple in the wilderness has few visitors, and the view of Yunfeng across the water is even more profound. The setting sun slowly sets over the old city, and the sound of chimes echoes in the forest. I feel sad about the past of the Southern Dynasties, but only the Yangtze River flows from ancient times to the present.

5. "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Crossing the Jingmen Gate to travel from the Kingdom of Chu.

The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.

Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers.

I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.

Translation: Traveling far by boat, passing by Jingmen and arriving at the hometown of Chu State. The green hills gradually disappear, and the plains stretch as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges into the vast wilderness. The moon reflecting on the river is like a flying mirror tomorrow; the clouds turn into blue and form a mirage. The water of my hometown is reluctant to part with me and sends me on my boat trip thousands of miles away.

7. Poems describing 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 "Traveling again and again"

3. On a Chang'an night when the rain stagnates, I am alone with the broken lamp and feel sad. My hometown is cloudy and watery, and it is not suitable for autumn to return to my dreams.

4. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone. ——Wen of the Tang and Song Dynasties, "Du Da Yu Ling"

5. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

6. Everyone goes to Jiangnan, but tourists only like Jiangnan. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain. ——Wei Zhuang's "Jiangnan is Good"

7. It is only seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. ——Xue Daoheng, "People Think of Returning Every Day"

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's "Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night"

9. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

10. Where is my hometown? You can forget it unless you are drunk. ——"The Bodhisattva Man" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty

11. The heart chases the southern clouds and passes away, and the shape follows the northern geese. The chrysanthemums under the fence in my hometown are blooming today.

12. 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

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

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

15. The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Whoever fights for time wins the hair on the sideburns.

16. People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world. I already hate that the green mountains are blocking each other, and the green mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.

17. Where is Rimu Xiangguan? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad. ——Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower"

18. It has been ten years since the guest house was in the same state, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. ——Liu Zao's "Lvci Shuofang"

19. In the past, when I left, the willows lingered; now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing. ——"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Caiwei"