"What I want to say most to my hometown Wuchang" expresses love and praise for the new Wuchang in the form of poems, nursery rhymes and other forms. A paragraph, 200 words.

Perhaps it is the gunfire in Wuchang City that obliterates your beautiful figure

Perhaps it is the majestic tower on the Yangtze River that enlarges your beautiful eyes

When I saw you, you were so silent

Hiding a pair of deep pool-like eyes deep in the forest behind me

Only a lake The affectionate water surged in front of my eyes and made a joyful sound

It made me think about the innocent emotion and carelessness that I had lost

On the lake The wind came, and the gentle and cool wind caressed my face

I felt a gentle and affectionate heart caressing my vicissitudes of life and tired face

And the sudden bright and The extinguished eyes are as clear as crystal

Passionate and disappearing into the sky like smoke. The sky is a vast expanse of mist

A long and affectionate setting sun, painted with gorgeous colors, makes people fascinated...

I am thinking about one more thing The leaf boat is swaying gently on your vast lake

How I want to accompany you to relive the youth I once had in the dusk of the setting sun

How I want to cling to that tree The old and tall trees are accompanied by the pea-green green teeth that continue to grow

Walking lightly with you holding an umbrella in the rainy weather

Stepping on the clear water on the ground, humming the song "The gentle breeze and gentle waves convey deep feelings"

Find a bench, sit down, and stare at the hazy and confused lake in the rain

< p> Think of the Zhang Xiaoxiang who lived thousands of years ago, and the soul-stirring poems he left behind:

"The plain moon divides its brilliance, the bright moon has its shadow, and it is clear on the outside and inside."

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I still miss your quiet eyes, suddenly shining and moving, just like this clear lake water

A crescent moon gushes out quietly, swinging a small boat, implying A story full of shyness

On that summer night, tell the story of the beauty we once had and the once crimson-red youth...

In the distance, a slightly melancholy song came with the wind, The dam that invades the heart.

I turned around, but the drizzle was still falling, and there was a cloud of smoke on the lake.

The swaying dusk swallowed my body like a cloud, a channel for my emotions to surge.

I never saw the return sail sailing towards the quiet harbor, nor did I see the dark green tree branches waving to me

In front of my eyes, there was only a thin lake of desolation. I feel restless

In my ears, there is only a lake of frog sounds as clear as bells disturbing my eardrums...