Ask for a tearful poem about tourism (it must be even, rhyming and neat. )。 Ask the master to help write a song, and thank you here.

The rain and tears of the old trees broke their souls, and the dead trees fell to one side.

Collect three or two yellow flowers and feed them to young children.

Looking at the woman in Qingshui River, I didn't know it was cloudy yesterday.

Crossing the river is only for beauty, and beauty looks back at the river.

This is what I saw when I went back to my hometown. It was cloudy when I went. The next day, the weather made me feel good, so I went to the river in my hometown and saw a beautiful girl. I don't know whether it is the beauty of the river or the beauty of people, but I have never seen her face. Because the back and the river are really beautiful, I can't help laughing when I think of it. I wrote a poem about my spring trip to my hometown here, but there is no name.