Poetry in my hometown

In daily study, work or life, when it comes to poetry, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Poetry is a literary genre that expresses social life and people's spiritual world according to certain syllables and rhythms. What kind of poems are classics? The following are the poems about my hometown that I collected for you. Welcome to share.

Poetry about my hometown 1 I love my hometown Henan.

Junior high school teacher in Zhang Cun Town, Mianchi County: Lu

A cold wind,

Can't blow away the heat in my heart.

Bitter cold,

Can't take away the warmth overflowing on my face.

The surging Yellow River,

Still telling the ups and downs of thousands of years.

The hardships of childhood,

Ruined,

It's your old face

The standard bearer of the times,

Write today's brilliant poems again.

Ancient battlefields that once competed with each other,

The frontier of western development today.

With a long history and splendid culture,

Facing new opportunities and challenges,

A new cry was made.

Hongqi Canal not only has water flow,

It is also the wisdom and sweat of Henan people.

A scorched umbrella

Open a bright sky for the people.

My hometown, Henan,

With a flick of your finger,

Great changes have taken place.

People who are complacent,

Make my hometown better.

In high spirits,

Work hard.

Although the future has a long way to go.

Firm ideals and beliefs will never change.

We have the perseverance of hanging a beam and stabbing a strand, and Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains remains unchanged. The persistence and persistence of Henan people,

Word of mouth.

Work hard, work hard, work hard again, develop, develop and develop again, and jointly build our beautiful home. I love my hometown, Henan.

Poems about hometown II. The dream of hometown is beautiful.

Come to see my hometown with me,

I like winding rivers,

Rice fragrance wafts in the wind.

I want to see Asan's tree seeds.

There are lonely thoughts floating there.

I want to pick a river.

The seeds of disappointment flow,

In the evening breeze, the river seems to flow deeply.

Flowing to the sad village.

There was a girl,

Look at me like this,

It's a little strange.

I said,

What cannot be changed, let it go,

Just like the river tonight only took away the wound tonight,

And the unknown world is still behind me.

Light the warm lamp.

She looked at my back,

Swinging in the lonely wind,

Left alone,

This is a chaotic world,

Loneliness is a deep feeling,

I don't know.

Poetry about Hometown 3 Looking at Hometown from afar

Holding loess in hand

Look into the distance

Rolling mountains

Over the mountain I love.

Thick bricks and low-rise houses

Kind, gray face and temples

The old grandmother sat on the threshold in the sun.

Kites in the hands of naughty children

Bells wandering in the mountains

Baa baa goat, Cleisthenes cattle.

A cock crow ushered in the morning sun.

Dewdrops on the fields in the village

I don't know how many farmers' pants are wet.

night breeze

I don't know how much sweat flowed on my parents' foreheads.

Harvest joy and increase your heart.

Tractors whistling on country dirt roads.

Sweep away poverty and backwardness.

Bring out the simplicity and simplicity of Dashan people.

Established the belief of brave life from generation to generation

grow up to an adult

I left this land.

Left my mountain village.

And my mother who loves me.

How many times have I woken up in my dream?

Wet tears on the pillow

When I was young, my friends sang and laughed.

There are also several bowls of fragrant Sophora japonica.

Holding loess in hand

Familiar figure, kind taste.

And the sound of books in that mountain village

Through deep valleys and ridges.

Ah, the hometown of dreams

My dear mother

My beloved land

You gave me simple feelings and a strong body.

I will always be the son of Dashan.

A Mother's Son

No matter where I am

I have missed you for a long time. .......

Poetry about hometown 4 1, the beauty of hometown

Who doesn't say that our hometown is beautiful, with blue sky and rich water?

Jinchuan Sydney is the best in the world, and everyone is bigger than the basin.

Autumn leaves are the most charming, and falling debris is the parting of hometown.

On Gada Mountain, the waterfall falls, and the dragon turtle spits water in a dragon.

On the Dadu River, a cowhide boat is an inheritance.

The goddess of the East Palace is a godly goddess of mercy.

Beautiful hometown, beautiful hometown!

You don't regret going to Jinchuan!

2. The beauty of hometown

Sweet hometown water,

The most beautiful thing is the local accent.

Shui Tian Xiang yin mei

Better than jade liquid,

Just like Yue Xian on earth!

Wandering around the world alone.

3. The taste of hometown

The sky in my hometown is so blue,

Wan Li is cloudless and transparent.

The night in my hometown is so quiet,

The stars are thin, and the moon is bright and clear.

The water in my hometown is very sweet.

Cold and delicious.

People in my hometown, so close,

Passionate, generous and simple.

The roads in my hometown are very wide.

Flat, straight and comfortable.

The taste of hometown, an eternal dream!

4. hometown

My hometown is in that beautiful place.

The pine trees all over the mountain are like a green ocean.

Float in the wind and dance.

The sound of pine trees sounds like a symphony.

The embrace of pine trees and pine trees is a symbol of unity.

Proudly tall and straight is the pillar of hometown

Surrounded by mountains, flowers are floating everywhere.

Beautiful scenery near the mountains and rivers

The river is sparkling.

It is even more brilliant to be shaded by trees.

Hometown haunted by dreams

You are my loveliest hometown

5. The wind in my hometown

It still smells like that.

Drifting with the fragrance of the earth

It still smells like that.

Grandpa's smoke drifted away.

It still smells like that.

The smell of corn wafts in autumn.

Daoxiang in early summer

It still smells like that.

The wood of the old house is floating.

It still smells like that.

Smoke wafted from the villagers' lunch.

It still smells like that.

Gone with the wind the breath of childhood

however

I slept soundly in my dream.

Step 6 miss your hometown

Not far from there.

There is a manor that makes me daydream.

I often think of my lovely hometown.

The stream gurgled quietly.

People like natural scenery.

Now it's changed.

I worked hard to realize my dream.

Float in the wind and dance.

The mountains echo the green ocean from afar.

The setting sun shed a thick orange.

The evening breeze brought a hint of coolness.

People enjoy the love of nature.

Always immersed in the fragrance of nature.

It is already a gallery of heaven.

That's where I miss my hometown.

7. Miss your hometown

How many times have I returned to my hometown in my dream?

Indulge in playing with childhood friends.

Listen to the old man telling a serial story vividly.

Hometown in memory

Still the beautiful and happy little mountain villa.

I haven't been back to my hometown for years.

I wonder if the scenery in my hometown has changed.

I heard that young friends are wandering around.

Only the old people are still plowing and herding sheep at home.

How I want to go back to my hometown after such a long separation.

Embrace the old tree outside the old house

Serve my elderly parents for a few days.

Go door to door.

Old people in the village talk a lot.

Go to the pine forest in Xishan.

Chase rabbits and smell flowers.

The stream to Donggou

Take a bath and bask in the sun.

Oh, hometown

The small mountain villa in the dream

I'm going to carry you on my back

Take you to a brighter distance.

8. Concern for hometown

The flying hoe witnessed the hard work.

Years of wind and frost have worn away smooth feet and hands.

Farmers who are looked down upon by city people,

But gave us an eternal gift.

Gradually,

Missing is endless.

The sheep are still grazing,

The cow is still walking.

A pair of retractable skirting boards,

Stumbling behind.

Let that stubborn character dance with the land,

Until the end of my life.

No matter how beautiful the scenery in the city is, it is hard to compare with the mess in my hometown.

No matter how warm human feelings are, it is hard to compare with kind parents.

Let the seasons cycle,

Times have changed.

The wanderer has sorrow in his heart that he can't repay his parents.

9. ode to hometown

Peach blossoms are fragrant, cauliflower is yellow,

Pear flower and silver cotton have a good scenery.

Man-made rivers dream of a well-off life,

Shili Lotus Thyme.

10, the land of bright moon

My hometown is a bright moon.

The bright moon is the hometown of one party.

The sky where the moon rises

broad and profound

Five thousand years of civilization

Precipitate the fertility of hometown land

loaf about

It is the exile of my hometown.

It is also a kind of willing parting.

The footsteps of wading through mountains and rivers are accompanied by pain.

Skew all the way

Behind him, rows and rows.

Deep and shallow simplicity

In spring, set out in the desert.

In summer, working in the forest

Hometown is blurred in the field of vision.

My hometown is melancholy in tears.

365 days and nights

How many missing flowers have been condensed

A breezy night

A song sung gently by the wind

Moonlit night on the riverside.

Homesickness breaks my heart.

hometown

All the lotus flowers in the pond should be in bloom.

The wind is mild, and the water is Ying Ying.

A cloud fell into the water.

Lotus seeds in the hands of lotus picking girls

Ordinary water, green, green.

1 1. My hometown is in the northwest.

Rock fracture, sky impact, desert, flying snow

Northwest sorghum cattle are everywhere.

My home is in the golden land of northwest silk.

There are wonders of the Yellow River and the Weishui Plain.

Look at the dust flying in Mobei

A wisp of smoke, a little lingering, a little love.

Write poems for you inside and outside the Great Wall.

I miss you, the backbone of the loess high slope in my hometown.

Rape blossoms are fragrant, and sweet potatoes are bright.

The stream gurgled under the blue sky.

Recalling Shaoling Mountain, Southland and Shuihao Bai Liu.

Now, I think of you.

Think of my mother's back and the land under my feet.

12, homesick night

The breeze is recorded privately, and the good dream is half destroyed.

Rain knocks on the window at night, and gardenias fall into the pond.

Ruthless response to the moon, deliberately sad.

Long country road, two lines of tears.

I dream of going back to my hometown.

July has arrived.

I dream of going back to my hometown.

There is nothing but grass and trees there.

Welcome me back.

Large wheat waves

Swaying in my dreams.

The extended river

All this is flowing in my heart.

I see willows near the village.

I am familiar with it.

I stood at the entrance to the village.

That kind of long-lost simplicity

Care about one's life

Those beautiful scenes in the past

They all come back to my mind.

As in the bronze mirror of the sunset

Bright fire is in full bloom.

In the sky far from home

I'm finally tired of flying

Capturing the words of love

All homesickness is backward.

I fantasize in the rhythm of the poem

Emotion at the poetic level

Imagine when it rains.

I gently wiped the homesickness from my cheeks.

Walk back to the village

14, homesickness at dusk

Alone along the window

Through the heavy fence

Look around the city

My nose is full of the spicy taste of my hometown.

It just makes me sneeze.

But I didn't see smoke coming out of the kitchen.

I think it's just a spicy confidant.

If it's a local accent,

Why not get some firewood and smell it?

Let the nearest wanderer chat and seek comfort.

A drunken spring breeze blew into my heart from the cuff.

A faint sunset, floating in my hometown.

It is these stubborn grasses.

Disturb the dream of the country

It's like a wounded deer breaking into an Iraqi heart.

Countless troubles are too heavy to lift and let go.

Look at the clouds on the horizon.

Gently cut open the skirt of spring.

A kite finally broke free from the thread in your hand.

Fly away gradually

Standing at the entrance of my hometown.

Are you going in or out?

How many years of hesitation have not changed.

My parents' expectation may be to forgive my sins.

be empty-handed

Throw away all your bags.

Travel again along the curve of childhood.

The original mill, horse stake, stone mill

There is also a primary school in the south of the village.

And acacia trees with branches stretching all over the sky

Chunxiang wine hotpot

The rim of the cup hasn't touched the lips yet.

I'm already drunk.

Chunqiumeng Java

At this time of night.

Chang 'e on the Moon

peony

Wandering monk

Barefoot fairy

Around me

Sleep with the peace of the country.

Tonight's dream is really beautiful and sweet.

Just keep it that way.

A long childhood

Little friends are playing with each other.

Poetry about Hometown 6 "Charm Moves to the West"

Mountains are fragrant, water is fragrant,

Luanhe River culture spread in the wind and rain.

Brave broadsword, broadsword marching,

Bright rocks are shining with golden light, shining with golden light.

The battlefield of the past,

Become a lingering paradise.

Ah, poetic scenery, picturesque chestnut countryside,

Your beauty is desirable.

Ah, poetic scenery, picturesque chestnut countryside,

Your blessing will last forever.

How many high-spirited children,

Affectionately song for you.

The heart is fragrant, the dream is fragrant,

Green homes are fragrant in the years.

Charming gold, gold in two thousand counties,

Deep affection for the hometown of chestnut production, the hometown of production.

Millennium civilization and rich land,

A sea of laughter.

Ah, poetic scenery, picturesque chestnut countryside,

Your beauty is desirable.

Ah, poetic scenery, picturesque chestnut countryside,

Your blessing will last forever.

How many high-spirited children,

Sing you affectionately, sing you affectionately.

live in a mountain

Mountain springs are sweet, birds are sweet, and the barren hills in the past were all orchards.

Retired and idle, before building a house, husband and wife lived in the mountains for a long time.

A hundred flowers blossom, a hundred fruits compete for fragrance, and bees and butterflies are busy collecting honey.

There is tea under the tree, flowers in the garden and grandchildren whispering around their knees.

The dog barked and the guests were expensive, so he quickly brought the glass in the room.

My hometown

Apricot flowers in my hometown

Smell sweet in my heart

The sacred elm in my hometown

Is an example in my heart.

The blue sky in my hometown

There are goshawks flying.

Yuan Ye, my hometown.

There are horses flying.

No.2 middle school in my hometown

It is the temple of knowledge.

Children in hometown

Try to learn to be strong

I love you, my hometown.

You are really rich.

There are mountains of soybean sorghum.

You are so beautiful.

There are flowers and green grass everywhere.

You are full of energy.

White cranes are like clouds and elms are in the forest.

You are full of weather.

Apricot flowers are like groups of rain fish.

That's very kind of you. You are so modest and kind.

You are the cradle of our growth.

You are our dream paradise.

I love you, my hometown!

Poetry about Hometown 7 Spring Morning in the Country

Huaye

When the dream is still filled with the fragrance of spring flowers

The birds began to sing beautifully.

They sang about the vitality of spring.

They talk about whose seedlings are stronger.

They urge lazy people.

"Go to farm, go to farm!"

Which field grows rice?

Which land grows corn?

Which field has ears of wheat?

Birds embrace spring.

Enlarged meeting of village Committee

That old ginkgo tree

Dense leaves

It is the permanent habitat of birds.

Crystal clear morning dew

It is a natural tea for birds.

You say a word, he says a word.

Birds caused a heated debate.

Everyone agrees.

a loud bang

Birds fly to their places of contact.

Poetry about Hometown 8 It rained in my hometown, and it fell all night in autumn.

Thousands of miles away, the north wind blows the guest clothes.

Jiangchuan listens to the rain flute at night and leans on yat sen villa.

Pingsha was silent and sad.

Hometown dike, weeping willows farewell.

Qian Shan month, a sad blue.

Nagato missed another chance, and his voice was clear and sad.

Zhu Yan is stained with dust and dreams.

Twenty-three strings are urgent, and falling flowers are independent.

Only this song can solve the heart.

When the moon falls, the sheep frost flies away.

Go back to your hometown, three thousand miles away from home.

Boundless, but ask how much sorrow.

The dream is endless, and Zhong Lu walks with you.

The wind is raining and the smoke is blurred.

Who plays the flute in his hometown?

I lost my snuff and lost weight all night.

It is difficult to see the shadow of drunkenness.

Xiang Jun xiaoxiang Xi I Qin Xiang.

Laugh at 3,000 seats without complaining about parting.

The years are blue and the sky is blue.

A bosom friend is rare, but no one listens to the broken string.

The sunset is lonely and endless.

Only this song can relieve the feeling of heartbreak.

The frontier fortress rises from one corner to another and people are not noticed.

Qiang tube is difficult to continue, and leaves are everywhere.

Strange to the rain, drunk.

It's better not to meet each other.

All the people dispersed after the strike.

It's all scattered.

I want to pin my homesickness on this.

Poems about hometown. The fresh sickle reflects the mother's old face.

The smoke from my kitchen has drifted to the village head.

Many footprints have long been abandoned by wet weeds.

The river at the entrance of the village is more and more like my thin thoughts.

Running more and more like a kite with a broken line.

No one can hold anyone back.

Maybe at the moment.

Much like the branches of a hunchback tree at the entrance to the village.

Much like a field path that went out in May.

In the father's palm print

The tide rose in May.

Poetry about hometown 10 A ray of sunset

A hazy evening filled with mist.

Crescent bend

The road is long.

The river flows

Smoke curled up from the kitchen of the house.

Golden grove

green grass

The worm began to sing sweetly.

The kind mother looked at the village entrance.

Tender telephone

Children herding cattle and sheep on the other side of the mountain

Indulge in the gorgeous sunset glow on the horizon.

The poem about hometown 1 1 opened a long scroll of China's modern history, full of sadness, humiliation and helplessness.

From the rippling South Lake to the five-star red flag in front of Tiananmen Square, the Huangpi people finally stood up in humiliation and stood tall. Looking up at the sky, Shenzhou flies;

Overlooking the earth, the peaks leap.

Mushroom clouds rose into the sky,

Breaking the nuclear monopoly of the Soviet Union and the United States;

The burning Olympic flame,

Let the world know the vitality of China again; Hong Kong belongs to the motherland, and "one country, two systems" is a shame; Macao has returned to the embrace, and the rainbow is floating at the turn of the century. China, who loves me, the pace of athletes is rising;

Love my China, China is heroic.

My dear motherland,

Your greatness is like a running river,

Your prosperity is like a giant galaxy.

My dear motherland,

You shine like the sun and the moon, worthy of the times,

You coexist with the majestic Great Wall,

Accompanied by the ancient Yellow River.

Poetry about my hometown 12 Once upon a time, there was a pure land that made me want to stay.

This is my hometown of fairyland.

I love my hometown, but I use strange love.

No matter the grandeur of the mountain.

Whether it's wonderful music.

Still the touching legend.

Not as magical and magnificent as home.

But I like it-I don't know why-

Its tenderness in the green field.

The endless Woods are swaying in the wind.

Its grassy highlands.

I like the bird that shuttles among the white clouds.

I like cows walking on the path.

The warm sunshine will always cover this pure land.

Add a little life to the earth.

I prefer the buzz of bees.

Because it is the representative of this pure land.

I am full of happiness that people don't know.

Look at this beautiful and quiet sky.

A farmyard full of grain.

A gurgling stream.

Everyone feels happy.

Only here can life be sublimated.

Here, here. Only here.

The beauty and elegance are vividly interpreted.

Poems about Hometown 13 Green New District

Facing the newborn sun,

A touch of new green stretches the branches and leaves.

I saw it,

See the hope of returning to nature.

Gently push open the glass window,

Birds sing happily,

I heard it,

Heard the imagination of the forest.

Walking on the tree-lined path,

The fragrance of green trees is refreshing,

I smell it,

Smell the breath of life.

Ah!

Tiexi

Once the dust falls,

Be baptized by patches of green shade.

The noise of the year,

Covered by laughter.

Strive for the new Tiexi

A shabby low bungalow,

With the pace of the times, it disappeared,

Tall buildings,

With the rhythm of the times, it rises from the ground.

Tiexi New District!

I don't want to compare you to the sun,

Because you emit more light than the sun.

I don't want to compare you to the moon,

Because you are brighter than the moon.

I really want to fly in the sky,

Because I want to see the new area in my eyes.

take

Never forget.

Have different dreams at different times,

Different times have different hopes,

Bless you, New Tiexi

Grow sturdily in the sun and shine brilliantly.

Poetry about hometown at the moment 14

Unwilling to mention the past.

I'm afraid I'll break the sad memories of the past.

A country soaked in rain

Cold as a thorn.

The breeze keeps pulling my thoughts.

Now, I don't even have the courage to miss you.

Why is it sweet in the past?

Like a kite with broken wings.

Remember, you once lived in my heart.

Now there is a long distance.

When you turn around smartly.

Why can't I take it with me?

The trace of sadness in my heart?

The autumn of that year

Under this walnut tree,

Wrote that song for you

A poem entitled "Missing Love"

Poetry about hometown 15 I love my hometown, and I love Pingyu.

I love my hometown,

There are spacious roads here and beautiful new houses here.

That is a portrayal of hard work and getting rich.

I love my hometown,

There is clear water here and blue sky here.

This river is full of memories of my childhood.

The sky is full of my happy notes.

I love my hometown,

There is a warm family here and a beautiful village here.

Wherever I go, I will worry about this place.

My parents were born in the village and I raised them.

I love my hometown,

The roads here are getting wider and wider, and the houses here are getting more and more beautiful. People are hardworking and thrifty, and live a happy and healthy life.

I love my hometown,

This is the hometown of Fan Chen. Sweep the house first and then sweep the world.

This is the hometown of Tae In, honest, rigorous and sincere. It has a long history, rich resources and convenient transportation.

The reputation of "the hometown of automobiles and places" will be heard all over China.

"Home of cars and places", where I was born and raised,

Your reputation was full yesterday, and I am proud of you!

Your tomorrow is full of vitality, and I am proud of you!

I love you, the car and the local land.

I love you, my hometown.

I thrive under your care.

Under your care, I light my hopes and fly my dreams.

I love you, Pingyu-my hometown!

Pingyusi 1 ST primary school east