A poem praising the beauty of hometown

1. Poems describing the beauty of hometown

A poem about the beautiful scenery of hometown 1. Ancient poems describing the scenery of hometown

1, night view of Chunjiang River

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

Jiang Lin has more hair, and the clouds are getting brighter every day.

When you are at the road sign, you will feel the longing for spring.

Only when you are happy can you not spread beauty.

At dusk, under the golden pavilion, passenger ships are full of flowers.

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Trees are lush and flowers are in full bloom by the river; Clouds and sunset in the sky reflect each other, and the scenery is bright and beautiful.

When Levy met this beautiful scene, the feeling of surprise was sudden. Consciously, the spring thoughts are vague and complacent, and the interest is beyond words.

At sunset, the whole river was bathed in the afterglow of sunset, and the river was golden.

The falling petals fell on the passenger ship of the ferry with the sunset. Such a beautiful and charming scene is amazing.

2. Flower path

Tang dynasty: Han Yu

The bees and butterflies have gone, and the fragrance has heard the other side.

If you want to know the flower island, look for the red clouds on the water.

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Bees and butterflies are flying in the same direction, along the direction of bees and butterflies, mobilizing their sense of smell, and suddenly feel the fragrant aroma spread to the other side of the broad river.

Want to know where the island in the river is full of flowers? Across the wide river, there seems to be a red cloud in the distance.

3. General situation of Jiangnan tourism

Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong

Chu's mountains are endless, and the road back home is so rugged.

Look at the sunrise in the East China Sea, and you will know that it will rain. Hear the roar of the night tide.

My book sword is falling, and I am detained near the south. My home is far away, and my home is hard to collect. My home is under the wild geese in the north wind, and it blows south but not north.

The oranges in Wutan are ripe and I want to send some home, but no one takes them to Luoyang.

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Chu's mountains are endless, and the road back home is so rugged and depressing.

When I saw the sunrise and colorful clouds in the East China Sea, I knew it was going to rain. When you hear the surging waves of the great river, you will know that the night tide is coming.

My sword fell and I was detained near Nandou. My hometown is far away, so it is difficult to collect books at home. The geese in the north wind blow to the south and can't return to the north.

The oranges in Wutan are ripe and I want to send some home, but unfortunately no one has brought them to Luoyang.

4, that is, things

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In late spring and March, the Wuxia Gorge is long and the sun shines brightly in Yunfu.

Thunder suddenly sends a thousand peaks of rain, and flowers are as muddy as flowers.

The oriole turned over the water, and the swallow might as well get muddy.

In the picture of Gefei shutter, nothingness belongs only to Xiaoxiang.

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The late spring and March of martial arts seems to be longer than other places. The white clouds above are dancing with the wind, reflecting the sunshine and very bright.

Suddenly it thundered, and immediately it rained heavily. Between heaven and earth, the mountain peaks are shrouded in boundless rain, and the heavy rain suddenly gathers and scatters, and the fresh air is filled with all kinds of flowers at once.

Delicate orioles encounter thunderstorms, panic and turn back, and their habitats are uncertain; Swallows are different. It works in the rain and flies in the wind.

When I opened the shutters in front of the window, I saw a beautiful picture. The scenery in the canyon is very spectacular. The mountains are steep and there are thousands of thunderstorms, but they still lack the vastness of Xiaoxiang Dongting.

5, butterfly love flowers, spring is bleak and fragrant.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Spring is fading and the grass is resting. The view from the guest room and Tomb-Sweeping Day. People remember to say goodbye at dusk in the courtyard. Birds are everywhere.

Close at hand, mountains and rivers divide into Chu and Yue. Eye broken soul pin, answer the dust off. The dream is broken and my heart is broken. The sound of the horn blows the plum blossom moon.

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Originally, spring is a season of blooming flowers and lush weeds, and there are pleasing and jubilant scenes everywhere. But the good times didn't last long, and this beautiful scenery has long passed. After living in a foreign land for a long time, it's another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Sitting in the yard at dusk, I miss my loved ones. However, when the flowers were everywhere, I happened to meet the shrike.

The place where relatives are located is only a stone's throw away from here, but it is also divided into Chu and cross-border areas. They can't move freely but look at each other. Fish and geese communicate with each other. Looking through the autumn water, there is no news. By the fifth watch, not only did the dream fail, but the harsh horn sounded when people woke up in their dreams. Why doesn't this hurt the guest's heart?

2. What poems describe the scenery of hometown?

1, "Passing the Old Village"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops. The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.

2. "quatrains"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Two orioles sang softly among the green willows, and a neat team of egrets went straight into the blue sky. Sitting by the window, you can see the snow accumulated all the year round on Xiling Mountain, and ships from Dongwu, thousands of miles away, are parked in front of the door.

3. "Tour Shanxi Village"

Song dynasty: Lu you

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. In the harvest year, the hospitality is very rich. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.

The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.

4. Rain in the mountain village

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.

Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.

There is a crow in the rain, and one or two families can be seen faintly in the mountain village. On the village road above Zhuxi, a slab bridge is oblique. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law call each other and choose silkworm eggs together. Only gardenias are in bloom, swaying in the courtyard alone.

5. "Four Seasons and Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity II"

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly

A plum tree turns golden, and the apricots grow bigger and bigger; Buckwheat flowers are white and rape flowers are sparse. As the day grows, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by; Only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.

3. Poems describing hometown scenery

1, night parking near Fengqiao

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Translation:

The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the bell ringing at midnight reached the passenger ship.

2. "Doing Good and Walking Early"

Tang dynasty: Wen

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.

Translation:

Get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.

Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office. Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of ducks and geese frolic in the winding lakes and marshes on the shore.

3. Travels of Jiangnan

Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong

Chu's mountains are endless, and the road back home is so rugged. Look at the sunrise in the East China Sea, and you will know that it will rain. Hear the roar of the night tide.

My book sword is falling, and I am detained near the south. My home is far away, and my home is hard to collect. My home is under the wild geese in the north wind, and it blows south but not north. The oranges in Wutan are ripe and I want to send some home, but no one takes them to Luoyang.

Translation:

Chu's mountains are endless, and the road back home is so rugged and depressing. When I saw the sunrise and colorful clouds in the East China Sea, I knew it was going to rain. When you hear the surging waves of the great river, you will know that the night tide is coming.

My sword fell and I was detained near Nandou. My hometown is far away, so it is difficult to collect books at home. The geese in the north wind blow to the south and can't return to the north. The oranges in Wutan are ripe and I want to send some home, but unfortunately no one has brought them to Luoyang.

4. "End of residence"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Books in the distance return to dreams, and only empty beds are Su Qiu's enemies.

Under the steps of moss mangroves, the moon is sad in the rain.

Translation:

I haven't heard from my beloved wife for a long time, so I can't hear from my family. I can only go back to my hometown in my sleep to solve my homesickness. However, after waking up in the middle of the night, I suddenly found that I had been away for a long time. Looking around, there is only an empty bed and a lonely and cold autumn night, which makes me feel sad.

Living alone in a foreign land, few people come and go on weekdays, and the front steps are covered with moss. The green and autumn red leaves became blurred under the cover of misty rain and hazy jathyapple. Cold rainy nights and cold moonlight are nothing like the grinding of homesickness.

5. Early autumn in Taiyuan

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Autumn is getting stronger, flowers are sleeping, and autumn dryness is like fire. Autumn comes from the north, and the clouds in the north also bring the Fenhe River.

Night after night, the moon in Taiyuan winds, but the heart returns to Cheryl's hometown, her body, with the moonlight. The heart that misses my hometown is like the continuous Fenhe River, and I miss my hometown all the time.

Translation:

Autumn is getting stronger, flowers are sleeping, and autumn is as dry as fire. Autumn frost came here early from the north, and the clouds in the north also brought autumn colors to the other side of Fenhe River. Every night, Qiu Meng is wrapped around the moon in Taiyuan, the border, but her heart returns to the Qilou in her hometown with the moonlight, beside her.

Miss my hometown, like the continuous Fenhe River, has been flowing to my hometown.

4. Ancient poems describing hometown scenery

1, Late Scenery of the Spring River Tang Dynasty: The rivers and forests in Zhang Jiuling are getting richer and the clouds are getting brighter every day.

When you are at the road sign, you will feel the longing for spring. Only when you are happy can you not spread beauty.

At dusk, under the golden pavilion, passenger ships are full of flowers. Trees are lush and flowers are in full bloom by the river; Clouds and sunset in the sky reflect each other, and the scenery is bright and beautiful.

When Levy met this beautiful scene, the feeling of surprise was sudden. Consciously, the spring thoughts are vague and complacent, and the interest is beyond words.

At sunset, the whole river was bathed in the afterglow of sunset, and the river was golden. The falling petals fell on the passenger ship of the ferry with the sunset. Such a beautiful and charming scene is amazing.

2, Huadao Tang Dynasty: Han Yu bees and butterflies have gone, and the fragrant wind smells across the bank. If you want to know the flower island, look for the red clouds on the water.

Bees and butterflies are flying in the same direction, along the direction of bees and butterflies, mobilizing their sense of smell, and suddenly feel the fragrant aroma coming across the wide river. Want to know where the island in the river is full of flowers? Across the wide river, there seems to be a red cloud in the distance.

3. A trip to the south of the Yangtze River in the Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong's early mountain was extremely beautiful, but it was gloomy. Look at the sunrise in the East China Sea, and you will know that it will rain. Hear the roar of the night tide.

My book sword is falling, and I am detained near the south. My home is far away, and my home is hard to collect. My home is under the wild geese in the north wind, and it blows south but not north. The oranges in Wutan are ripe and I want to send some home, but no one takes them to Luoyang.

Chu's mountains are endless, and the road back home is so rugged and depressing. When I saw the sunrise and colorful clouds in the East China Sea, I knew it was going to rain. When you hear the surging waves of the great river, you will know that the night tide is coming.

My sword fell and I was detained near Nandou. My hometown is far away, so it is difficult to collect books at home. The geese in the north wind blow to the south and can't return to the north. The oranges in Wutan are ripe and I want to send some home, but unfortunately no one has brought them to Luoyang.

4, that is, the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu grew up in Wuxia in late spring and March, and went to Yunfu for sunshine. Thunder suddenly sends a thousand peaks of rain, and flowers are as muddy as flowers.

The oriole turned over the water, and the swallow might as well get muddy. In the picture of Gefei shutter, nothingness belongs only to Xiaoxiang.

The late spring and March of Wuxia seems to be longer than other places. The white clouds above are dancing with the wind, reflecting the sunshine and very bright. Suddenly it thundered, and immediately it rained heavily. Between heaven and earth, the mountain peaks are shrouded in boundless rain, and the heavy rain suddenly gathers and scatters, and the fresh air is filled with all kinds of flowers at once.

Delicate orioles encounter thunderstorms, panic and turn back, and their habitats are uncertain; Swallows are different. It works in the rain and flies in the wind. When I opened the shutters in front of the window, I saw a beautiful picture. The scenery in the canyon is very spectacular. The mountains are steep and there are thousands of thunderstorms, but they still lack the vastness of Xiaoxiang Dongting.

5, butterfly love flowers, spring affairs and grass Song Dynasty: Su Shi's spring affairs and grass. The view from the guest room and Tomb-Sweeping Day.

People remember to say goodbye at dusk in the courtyard. Birds are everywhere.

Close at hand, mountains and rivers divide into Chu and Yue. Eye broken soul pin, answer the dust off.

The dream is broken and my heart is broken. The sound of the horn blows the plum blossom moon.

Originally, spring is a season of blooming flowers and lush weeds, and there are pleasing and jubilant scenes everywhere. But the good times didn't last long, and this beautiful scenery has long passed.

After living in a foreign land for a long time, it's another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Sitting in the yard at dusk, I miss my loved ones.

However, when the flowers were everywhere, I happened to meet the shrike. The place where relatives are located is only a stone's throw away from here, but it is also divided into Chu and cross-border areas. They can't move freely but look at each other. Fish and geese communicate with each other.

Looking through the autumn water, there is no news. By the fifth watch, not only did the dream fail, but the harsh horn sounded when people woke up in their dreams.

Why doesn't this hurt the guest's heart? .

5. What is the poem about hometown scenery?

Passing through Meng Haoran, an old man's village, prepare chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertain me on your farm, and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. Let's have a banquet and talk about Sang Ma with a glass in hand. I'll come back when I'm on holiday in the mountains and in the chrysanthemum season. Du Fu's quatrains are beautiful in the sunset, flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze, swallows fly in the mud, and Yuanyang sleeps in the warm sand. Du Fu's quatrains are full of orioles and green willows, and a row of egrets are flying in the sky. The window contains the west. In a good year, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay. There is no road to doubt in the mountains, and there is another village. Rain over the mountain village-Wang Jian crows one or two chickens in the rain, and Zhuxi Village Bridge is inclined. The woman and aunt called a silkworm bath and looked at the gardenias in the atrium. My letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan-Wang Wei, now the mountain is cold and blue. Autumn water is at the door of my hut all day, leaning against my staff. I listen to cicadas in the evening breeze, the sunset stays at the ferry, and dinner smoke floats from the house. Oh, when will I promise the hermit again? Sing a wild poem under five willows? . Qingpingle Village-Xin Qiji has low eaves and green streams. Wu Yin is charming when he is drunk, but who is proud when he is white-haired? When I was young, I hoed beans and streams, and when I was middle-aged, I wove chicken cages. I like children and rogues best. Li Bai, a kind pillow bowl from Zhongnanshan, went down to the blue mountain in the evening, and the moonlight escorted me home. Looking back, I saw my own road, lying in the thick shadows and passing by a friend's farmhouse. We sing to the tune of the pine wind; We finished our song. When the stars set, I was drunk. My friend was very happy. Tao Ran forgot the machine. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" —— Fan Chengda's newly-built farm is flat with mud mirrors, and every family plays rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter and laughter thundered gently, and flail rang all night. April in the Country-Weng Juan is covered with green and rainy. The sun shines through the Woods in the countryside and the smoke is very low. The oriole loves the new cool and flies over the green hills to sing. "Five Wonders of Mountain Village"-Su Shi's bamboo fence hut is surrounded by mountains and waters, and flowers are everywhere in the mountain village in spring. There is no peace in the world, and solitary smoke starts from others. The misty rain is coming, and the chickens and dogs are restless. Where can we accommodate it? However, if you teach the scalper and no one appreciates it, someone will advise you to plow. The old man is seventy years old and is ashamed of the sweet bamboo fern in Chunshan. After a while, the child's voice will be fine, better than a year and a half in the city. I'm ashamed of stealing and forgetting, but you'll be sad by the end of the year. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall. You can consider traveling less in life. "a merry boy"--a stream song of sun guangxian's maoshe park. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. The water is red and the fragrance is rich. Outside the village house, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa slowly turned to the sunset. It rained heavily last night, and it was a cool day. "Village Scene"-Chen blows the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and Qing Xiao holds the pole to watch the geese. When the silkworm went upstairs, there were fewer mulberry leaves and more rice seedlings on the water cart. "The boat covered with white bamboo awning is occasionally lent to a nearby village", admiring his white awning boat. Two Confessions of the Global Village Entering the North Temple —— Wang Anshi's Raft Going Out of the Wild and the City's Yin and Ye Fen. Slide across the canal, stroll in Jasper, and grow crops in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus is dyed with tobacco fat, and musk deer is burned in deep water. When the sunset disappeared, the chickens gathered together. The "village house" Tian family has been busy since then. If the vegetables are moved far away from the water, the fruit will be frosted. Rice is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes tea. Guests come and have wine, stay in Maotang. "The mountain village is Xiao Si"-open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighbor Weng Shuitou lives. Today, it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy is wearing a short cup. Smoke wafted from the house at midnight. Xia Zhizhi is drunk, and Wuliu sings wild poems? . Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo. I play the pipa and hum a song. The voice is too light, and no one can hear it except my partner Mingyue. An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, and the weather in late autumn came. Moonlight in its groves of pine, Qingquan Rock upper class. The sound of bamboo returns to the Huan girl, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat. If you want to rest in spring, the prince and grandson can stay. I want to go to Songshan Qingchuan, and I want to go for leisure. If the water is intentional, the dusk bird will return. The autumn sunset submerged the distant mountain peaks. Next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. When I look back, the mist is behind me. When I enter them, they are all gone. A central peak separates the wilderness. In Zhong Nanshan, all the valleys are different. If you want to leave someone behind, ask the woodcutter on the other side. It's good to leave home in the middle of the year, and it's better to be alone in the south. It is better to succeed than to know yourself. When you get to a poor place, just sit and watch Yun Qi. It's time for duty. From the passage of a green stream around the mountain for 10,000 times, in less than 30 miles, the rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but where the light dimmed in the dense pine trees, the surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns and weeds flourished along the river bank. In my heart, I have always been pure, and so has Qingchuan. Please stay on the rock and the fishing will be over. In Weichuan, Tianjia obliquely lights up the city, and cattle and sheep return to poor lanes. The wild old man misses the shepherd boy and leans on his cane to wait for Fei Jing. Wheat seedlings are beautiful, silkworms sleep on mulberry leaves. I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past! . New Green Leaves (overnight) Looking at the new green leaves, Yuan Ye is vast and has no atmosphere. The national gate is near the ferry. The trees in the village are connected with the estuary. Baishui is in the field. After Bifeng came out of the mountain, there were no idle people in the farming month. Home is in the south. Huanghuachuan dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and stops for several miles. I will see the disciples in the circle, and I will see the forest hills. It will rain softly and whisper. Green trees are as gloomy as floating trees. I used to be tired of obscurity, but I was worried about broadmindedness. Brother Cui Puyang has a good autumn scenery in front of the mountain, and the scenery in Kuangjun Pool is idle. Thousands of miles know the mountain in front of the door, and several peaks show clouds. I craggy to the state of Qin, the rain is slanting, and the evening birds are still there. So I am still alive today, and I sigh with shame. Reflect on me from the moss, Xiao Chun and Meng Haoran. I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. In the birdsong stream, Wang Weiren is idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, birds jump in the spring stream. In the bamboo pavilion, Wang Wei leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest. I played the lute and hummed a song that was too light for anyone to hear. The moon came to take pictures. Meng Haoran stayed in Jiande River and boated in Yanzhu, worrying about new things at dusk. How clear the moon is on the water! . In the mountains, Wang Wei came out of the white stone in the west of Beijing, with thin red leaves. On the mountain road, there is no rain, and the air is green and humid. In the mountains, Wang Wei is empty after the rain, standing in the autumn moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stones in the stream, whispers in the bamboo forest, the laundry girl coming home, the lotus leaf in front of the fishing boat, going to Qiu Lai in spring, what does Wang Sun have to do?

6. Sentences describing hometown scenery

Donghu Park, Donghu Square, Wuyi Overseas Chinese Square, Academician Road, Chang Di Fengqing Street, Busan Park, Yuhu Park, Sports Park, Celebrity Square, Zhougang Square, etc. The city's functions have been further improved, and its appearance is changing with each passing day.

When you arrive in Jiangmen, the most important thing to see is the watchtowers scattered in the countryside and bamboo forests. In the vast green rice fields, the winding river flows slowly, and there are watchtowers with different styles in the dense and tall bamboo forests. Every watchtower has a touching story ... visiting the watchtower is like opening a picture of the hometown of overseas Chinese and entering the historical past.

In addition to the watchtower, Jiangmen landscape gardens abound. The latest eight scenic spots in Jiangmen's hometown of overseas Chinese are: East Lake in Jiangmen East Lake Park, Birds of Paradise in Tianma Village in Xinhui, Emerald Peak in Guifeng Mountain Scenic Area in Xinhui, Chuan Dao Style in Shangxiachuan Island Coastal Tourist Area in Taishan, Liyuan Dawn in Tangkou Town, Kaiping Diaolou Wonderland, Enping Hot Spring Wonderland and Heshan Dayan Moutain Scenic Area.

7. Sentences describing hometown scenery

There is a small pond in front of my house. The pond is full of lotus flowers, and there is a bunch of bamboo beside it.

In spring, the lotus leaf pokes its head out of the mud, and the sharp little head just sticks out of the water, causing the dragonfly to stop on the beach. That small cluster of bamboo shoots broke through the soil, bathed in warm sunshine, and desperately grew to the top of their parents' heads.

Summer has come, the pond is already green, the lotus flowers are scrambling to open, and the white flowers attract passers-by to stop. Small bamboo shoots have grown into tall bamboos, swaying gently in the wind.

Autumn is getting stronger and stronger, and the lotus pond is in ruins. The once pride withered with the autumn wind, and the bamboo is still swaying with a stronger body in some chilly sunshine.

Winter brings beautiful white snow, and the frozen pond has become a place for children to skate and play. Bamboo stopped dancing and quietly waited for the next spring in the cold wind.

8. What poems describe the beauty of hometown?

1. The cold light in the hotel stays alone and doesn't sleep, and the guest's heart turns sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.

People say that sunset is the end of the world. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

The river is three thousand miles long and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!

5. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

6. Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

7. Spring grass grows in the head of Baidicheng, and Baiyanshan goes down to Qingjiang. Southerners come up to sing a song, but northerners don't come up to be nostalgic.

8. I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

9. The grass withered yesterday, but it is green today, which makes people homesick again. I dreamed of going home at night, and it was already dawn before I got to Tonglu.

10. Far from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.