What are some poems about returning to my hometown after twenty years ?

Don't dream of faintly cursing the passing of Sichuan, the old garden thirty-two years ago. The red flag rolled up the serf halberd, and the whip of the overlord was hung high. For the sake of sacrifice and ambition, dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky. I like to see the thousands of waves of rice and grass, and heroes everywhere smoke at sunset. —*** "Seven Laws to Shaoshan".

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains. The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me? —Wang Anshi, "Docking the Boat in Guazhou".

The young and the eldest left home, and the hometown voice did not change and the sideburns urged. When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. ——He Zhizhang, "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book".

I don't see the slightest yellow between the eyebrows, the flowers bloom and fall in a foreign country, and the sub-rules are biased towards the third month, which evokes sadness and breaks the bowels. ——Zhang Mingzhong, "Homecoming Puppet Book".

Outside the green mountains of Klook, in front of the green water. The tide is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging. The sea is born in the night, and the people of Jiangchun are old. Where to reach the township book, return to the side of Yanluoyang. ——Wang Wan, "Under the Solid Mountain in the Second Bei".

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum is not blooming? ——Wang Wei, "Miscellaneous Poems".

The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter is restored to spring. The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. - Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River".

It has only been seven days since the spring of the year, and it has been two years since he left home. After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers. ——Xue Daoheng, "Thinking of People Every Day".

Whose jade flute flew darkly, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the old garden. ——Li Bai "Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night".

The guest house and the state have been ten frosts, and the heart remembers Xianyang day and night. For no reason, he crossed the dry water, but he looked at the state as his hometown. - Liu Soap, "Journey to Shuofang".

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed; Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. - The Book of Poetry, Xiaoya, Caiwei".

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. - Song Zhiwen's "Du Da Yuling".

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum is not blooming? ——Wang Wei, "Three Miscellaneous Poems".

Everything in my hometown is reflected in my mind, it contains the good memories of my childhood, and it makes me feel the warmth of home. Hometown, you are a bright pearl, so I can't take my eyes back. You let me keep all the interesting things of my childhood intact, you are all the people who love me and love my hometown, and we will use our own ability to repay you.

A poem by Zhang Jiuling: "The sky is wide and the sky is wide, and the hometown is earnest." ”

Create your own song, the love of the future.

A love that travels through time.

Doppler shift, breathing makes the truth of flight, all because of you, affect the horizontal geostrophic deflection force, resulting in course deviation.

The general theory of relativity, the parallel universe, is because of you, losing the benchmark for forced landing and opening the lost hatch.

The purine group is disordered, and the collagen is too rich and full, all because of you, breaking the hormone secretion habit and creating quantum entanglement.

The adrenal glands are soaring, and biochemical fusion enhances molecular kinetic energy, all because of you, the dimension of love is a top-level factorial, and the arrangement is to turn zero into a whole.

The mothership is loaded, hovering in the Kuiper Belt of the galaxy, all because of you, life escapes the wreckage of the ship's hull and restarts the future of space.

The blockchain is connected, and everything that has existed in you is because of you, you have chosen to be cruel and give up innocence, and dissolve the soul of dreams.

Twenty years later, science is advancing at a rapid pace, and my hometown is completely new. I rode back to my hometown on the highway.

Everything in my hometown is refreshing to me: what used to be a short building has become a high-rise building with hundreds of floors, and some people say that it is possible to take an elevator to go up such a tall building. No, in this day and age, elevators are outdated, and next to the building, there is a bubble that will not break, and you can take this bubble to go up.

Let's take a look at the road, which used to be potholed and had a thick layer of dust when the wind blew, but now it is a wide road, and several cleaning trucks come out every day to clean the road. There are also dense cypress trees on both sides of the road. There are also more traffic lights, making it much easier for pedestrians to cross the road.

2.A sentence about the scenery of the hometown of the post-twenties.

At first glance, the stream is still so clear, and there are dozens of weeping willows on both sides of the stream, and the soft willow branches flutter in the wind. That graceful dance is so beautiful. When it hangs on the surface of the water, the waterfowl stand on its waist and sing, and the flowing water also sings in harmony, making a pleasant sound.

Beautiful and soft. The village is surrounded by a murmur.

In the blink of an eye, the weeping willows by the creek are so dazzling, brilliant, in the twenty years as long as the years, how did I not notice that the creek still has a graceful dance, the beautiful color glow shines on me, my heart is full of cherishment and excitement for a moment, in those twenty long years, I miss my hometown like a knife, when I see the time of my hometown, they flow out rapidly. (It's purely hand-played, a work for fifth-grade children, please like it if you think it's beautiful).

What will become of the school building?

The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will not return. The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless silk rain is as thin as silk.

′。Build a stupid cow to stop a small thousand.