Modern town poetry

1. A poem describing a small town 1. "Toddlers, trees around the village"

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

Trees surround the village and water fills the pond. Wandering in the east wind, high-spirited. The small garden is full of spring. There are peach blossom red, plum blossom white and cauliflower yellow.

Far away from the fence, there is a dark hall. Next to Qingqing and Liushui Bridge. Occasionally take the opportunity to flatten Donggang. Yinger is singing, Yaner is dancing and butterflies are busy.

2. Miscellaneous Seven in Summer Village

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

3. Miscellaneous poems in the mountains

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Wu Jun

The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest.

Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.

4. Twilight in the mountain village

Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao

Cold sounds can be heard miles away. People in the mountains live in scattered places and there are no neighbors nearby.

Birds are twittering in the wilderness, and the faint sunset scares passers-by.

A crescent moon did not take away the long night, and the flame on the border did not cross the Sanqin.

Outside a few bleak mulberry trees in the distance, the smoke from kitchen chimneys gradually began to make people feel close.

5. Sunset

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Cattle and sheep have already returned from the fields, and every family is closed.

The breeze is a charming night, but the beautiful mountain is not your home.

The spring water flows down from the stone wall, and the dew on autumn night condenses on the grass roots.

Under the background of gray hair and bright lights, why did Butler rice splash the spark of good news?

2. What are the sentences about the town (1) The town is quiet in the morning.

The town is hazy, and the river on the wide river is crystal clear, just like a big mirror with a clear blue mirror, which can reflect the distant green mountains and clear water and everything around the town like ink painting. The river along the street is full of boats, one next to the other, as if every boat is walking hand in hand! From time to time, under the stone bridge, a leaf crept out of the half-moon bridge opening, as if playing hide-and-seek with my brother in bridge opening! I like this town. It gave me infinite happiness and memories.

Its beauty intoxicated me and fascinated me. I like towns in summer, but I prefer towns at night. It is so quiet and beautiful. The town at night is very quiet, only hearing frogs, no noise from pedestrians, no abuse from pedestrians, what a beautiful town and sunshine worth remembering.

It feels beautiful, beautiful, so beautiful that I am intoxicated, so attached to its beauty that I want to be close to it so much. (3) Miandu River is also a quiet and elegant town in the forest. The town is surrounded by mountains, and there are three rivers flowing in the town, which brings infinite vitality to the town, so that there are always many large and small cars and wagons passing by on the clean streets of the town, and pedestrians strolling on the streets of the town.

The construction of the railway station in the town is also particularly distinctive. There is also a square in front of the station. There is a sculpture in the square, which symbolizes the take-off of the town and the happiness of life. There is a house built of wood near the railway station.

The town is calm and serene. With paddles, wooden doors, rivers and stone arch bridges, this town looks old and simple. Because of its bamboo baskets, stone roads, river piers and even tarpaulin umbrellas. Friends of the people in these small towns wander around the generous sunshine and quiet rivers, or fidgety, or vigorous, or implicit and meaningful, adding a sum to the east and repairing a corner in the west, or adding or subtracting, so that a fist-sized place can hold the feet of millions of tourists and they will never go out.

(5) After reading this book, I am tired of the lifestyle of city people, because city people are wasting their lives and living too tired. Although the water town is not as rich as the city, it is full of life and is kind and simple. I really want to go to the water town that the author will recall, but I can't, because that's what the author recalls, but that water town will become a paradise in my heart! ! ! ! After sighing, I was amazed at the cleanliness of the water town. Why can't we city people have a clean home? Let's start protecting the environment! ! ! (6) The town used to be an endless beautiful prairie. Now there are more and more people here, and the beauty of nature has disappeared.

Laura doesn't like living in a small town, she doesn't like strangers, and she doesn't like living in a small town without natural flavor. She likes nature, the swift river in Meixi, the snowy forest and the lush grassland. She hopes to move to the release area as soon as possible. At this time, I feel the same as her, and I want to go to nature as soon as possible. Even if there are wolves or other wild animals, I will go to nature. (7) the town never falls behind, and the mountains can't lock the spring breeze.

Under the influence of modern civilization, this town has taken on a new look. When young people just put on bell bottoms, the old people were very angry and soon put up with it, because jeans and miniskirts appeared again.

According to newspaper reports, old people in big cities like to play with birds. Soon, the old people on the streets of the town were humming songs and walking leisurely with birdcages. Blacksmiths who wear reading glasses also use electronic key matching machines.

(8) Simple towns and simple people. People on the ridge say hello to you. If you greet warmly, even every smile will make people feel very comfortable, just like sunshine, perhaps because Xinjiang is not short of sunshine, hehe! However, the occasional rain will wash away the dusty town and people's busy and tired hearts.

After the rain, the town took on a new look, which was refreshing and unforgettable for a long time. Here, I learned to experience life and wash my old heart. (9) When you walk into Dianhong Town, you will be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of Shunning Road in the town.

The wide four-lane highway closely connects the east and west areas of the town. Both sides of the road are green all year round? Li and Cinnamomum camphora are a tree, and outside the tree is a new comprehensive high-rise building for commerce, trade and residence.

In winter morning, when you walk on the road after morning exercise, the rising sun will drag your shadow on the road for a long time, forming a beautiful natural picture; After dinner in summer, when you walk slowly on the sidewalk of Shunning Road and the breeze blows gently, you will feel as if you have entered a fairyland on earth, and your whole body is so cool and comfortable. (10) If Beijing is prosperous, then the towns in the south of the Yangtze River are quiet; If Xining is unrestrained, then Jiangnan town is exquisite.

Jiangnan town has unique charm and unique spirit. The small three-story house there is so exquisitely built that even the balcony handrails and the roof are carved with patterns.

In Wuzhen and Xitang, every alley is paved with solid green slates. Although the alleys there are narrow, the green slate paths will be carved with unique patterns. The scenery there has an unobtrusive beauty, a refreshing beauty.

The people there speak softly, with a gentle but enthusiastic tone. Jiangnan is handsome and beautiful! (1 1) The scenery of the town is also very charming.

Hailing River surrounds the town like a green ribbon, but the most charming place is the park. Entering the park gate, an artificial lake immediately appeared in front of you.

The lake is crystal clear. There are several boats on the lake, and the people on the boats are singing loudly. There is a small earth slope in the north of the lake, and there is an antique pavilion on the earth slope.

On the cobblestone path, there is a simple picture at a distance, such as a fish and a flowerpot. Cross the cobblestone path to the suspension bridge.

The rickety suspension bridge leads directly to the island in the middle of the lake. It's a far cry from the dirty park before! (12) The town has beautiful scenery at night.

Light is the protagonist of this long night. On the street, the street lamps are shining brightly, covering the stage of this town with a layer of golden clothes. The neon lights on the roadside are like seven-color ribbons, because they are already golden.

3. Xi Murong, a homesick poem in modern hometown

The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.

It always rings with the moon at night.

The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.

Like waves in the fog

After parting

Homesickness is a tree without rings.

Never grow old.

Yu Guangzhong is nostalgic

When I was a child/homesickness was a small stamp/I was here/my mother was there.

When I grow up/homesickness is a narrow ticket/I am here/the bride is there.

Later/homesickness was a low grave/I was outside/my mother was inside.

Now/homesickness is a shallow strait/I am here/the mainland is there.

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Please sing a song for me.

In that forgotten ancient language

Please call gently with a beautiful vibrato.

Great rivers and mountains in my heart

That is a sight that only exists outside the Great Wall.

Who said the tone of Saiqu was too sad?

If you don't want to hear it,

That's because ... ...

There is no desire for you in the song.

We always have to sing and sing.

Like a grassland shining with golden light thousands of miles away

It's like sand whistling through the desert.

Like the Yinshan Mountain on the bank of the Yellow River.

Heroes ride strong.

Go home with honor.

Poetry:

Charming piccolo

□ Yu Guangzhong

Come back, mother, the east can't stay long,

The tropical ocean where typhoons were born,

The air pressure in the North Pacific is very low in July.

Come back, mom, the south won't stay long,

One-way street of the sun train

In July, the equator moxibustion pedestrians' feet.

Come back, mother, the north can't stay long,

The white kingdom of reindeer,

There is no rest night in July, only day.

Come back, mom, you can't stay in a foreign country for long.

The little urn dream in front of the French window,

Use the little plants you planted yourself.

Come back, mom, and protect your town after the fire.

Spring is coming, and I will tread the wet and cold Qingming road.

Bury you in a small grave in your hometown.

Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan.

The weeping willows hang down to your grave,

When spring comes, you must dream of a girl.

Dream of your mother.

Mother, on the Qingming road, my footprints will be deep,

Willow hair dripping with rain, mother, dripping with my memories,

Come back, mother, and protect this empty city.

4. What ancient poems describing the "ancient town" are called "Meeting Li Guinian and Going Down the River"?

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.

Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

Translation:

I often watch your performances in the Qi Palace. In front of Cui, I have also appreciated your art many times. Now is the time when the scenery in Jiangnan is beautiful, and I met you again in this late spring.

Du Fu (7 12-770), with beautiful words, is called "Du Gongbu" and "Du Shaoling" in the world. Born in Fugong County, Henan Province (now gongyi city, Henan Province), he was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty. Du Fu is regarded as a "poet saint" by the world, and his poems are called "the history of poetry".

Du Fu and Li Bai are called "Du Li" together. In order to distinguish them from the other two poets Li Shangyin and Du Mu, that is, "Little Du Li", Du Fu and Li Bai are also called "Big Du Li".

Extended data:

Ancient towns generally refer to commercial market towns with a history of over 100 years and well-preserved large-scale ancient residential buildings. It is a settlement form between an ancient city and an ancient village, which is mostly developed from commerce.

Once a famous market town in ancient times, now large-scale ancient residential buildings have disappeared, and they are no longer called ancient towns, such as Foshan Town, Jingdezhen Town, Zhuxian Town and Hankou Town. This kind of market town is called "famous town". In ancient times, it used to be the county administration of a place, but with the transfer of county administration or the revocation of counties, the places that declined in Cheng Zhen were sometimes called ancient towns, such as Anju ancient town (Anju ancient town).

Baidu encyclopedia-ancient town

5. Five modern poems about my hometown 1, the road of my hometown. On the day I left home at night, the road of my hometown always came into my mind at the moment I closed my eyes. The road of my hometown was full of my childhood joys and sorrows, ups and downs, tears and smiles. At this moment, I think whether it is bitter or sweet, it is a melodious song in my memory. The road of a clear spring hometown carries my yesterday. Yesterday, I was in rags, running with the wind, chasing smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. 2. I am homesick in the rain, and it is raining in Mao Mao. The raindrops falling in the drizzle sky are like the rain that a wanderer keeps missing his hometown. It must have washed away a clean village. In the dreams of the villagers, the wheat waves rolled over a corner of the green trees, braving the smoke and imagining climbing to the top of their hometown. Father sat on the door of the old house, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a cigarette. Squinting my eyes, I watched the rain dripping on the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown and looking at the rolling clouds in the air, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On an apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey called it out. The donkey also raised its neck and called out a white rabbit. White as snow suddenly jumped up and stopped from me. Several chickens ran out of the grass screaming, and one of them swallowed a bug as soon as its neck was stretched out. A familiar voice made me look at the intersection. Thin mother is driving the pig home. The Song of Homesickness is a melodious and beautiful song of homesickness. The moon always hangs in the middle of the night, and the stars blink. A wisp of Wei Yun was cut off by the breeze. On such a night, I gently sang loveliness with my homesick heart. The beautiful hometown of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green water and golden wheat waves must be rolling in again. You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again. Tonight, just sleep peacefully, sleep in a dream with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe my father drove the donkey with a whip and brought some hope. Hometown, the hometown of my poetry, a village lying in a ravine, I want to write a poem praising your hometown with the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart. My hometown is in the sky. The rolling back of the mountains is singing in the ravine. The lights in the moonlight sparkle with beans, and the breeze blows up the skirts at night. So I put wings in the dream of the mountain people, fly, fly ... to the glorious hometown ahead. In the dim candlelight, your son knocked on the keyboard with tears in his eyes and arranged the missing sentences into jumping lines. Step on a car crawling on the mountain road. Dear hometown, your son is coming to you. How many times does dusty dust fly back to the homesickness in the wanderer's dream? How many times has it fallen in the middle of the night in his hometown? How many times does the stream slowly flow back to the homesickness in the wanderer's dream? How many times has this beautiful scenery flowed out in the poems of the wanderer? How many times have the flowers returned to the memory of the wanderer? Homesickness is like this touching spring. From the deep eyes of my hometown, I pulled out my lingering attachment to my hometown, and the wheel ran over the mountain road of my hometown. So there is a corner of vicissitudes hidden in the gap of leaves. After 7 noon, I woke up. My hometown is used to entertaining wanderers who come home, but I am no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. The sound of wind, birds, crows and tractors awakened hot money from dreams. The sun shone obliquely on the face through the window grilles. In spring, the sound of birds and the laughter of children echo outside the wooden fence. Look at the spring breeze running in the blue sky. Wei Yun waved snow-white long sleeves to cheer for spring. Green wheat seedlings carpeted the hillside. Poems of hope echoed in his hometown village. The children are playing with apricot, pear and peach blossoms. The adults blamed the children for scaring away spring. Look, there are a group of birds flapping their wings on the old locust tree and flying west towards the sun. 8 hometown, hometown, I was born and raised in my hometown. Every night when I am wandering in a foreign land, my dreams always haunt you. The winding mountain road has left every footprint of my growth, witnessed the slow growth of a mountain village teenager, witnessed the waves rolling in the spring breeze along the roadside of a mountain village, just like the villagers' beautiful hopes floating to the distant place of their dreams, the roads and mountains connected with the fields continued to delay to the distant place of their dreams, and then disappeared into the sky. The international peak is a loess house lying at the foot of the mountain, looking out from generation to generation. Their faces are engraved with wind and frost, and their childish faces are touched by rough hands covered with calluses. The willows and wisps of smoke around the house are accompanied by the wishes of the villagers. Ran Ran floated into the blue sky, and a few kind screams of cattle and sheep awakened the homesick wanderers in their dreams, and knocked out a few lines of poems on the keyboard, flowing quietly like a river in their hometown. On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. The grass on the mountain dances with the wind, and the pools and fertile fields under the mountain. The fragrance of the green fields is like the pulse of the river in the canyon. In spring, the branches of apricot trees are endless. There are green leaves covering the sky in summer. In cool autumn, the continuous rain can't cool the lover's heart. In winter, there is no trace of snow, but the impulsive feelings of young people can't be buried. On the other side of the mountain, there are endless smoke, endless rivers and endless beautiful scenery in my hometown. Endless comfort always moistens into an idyllic beauty and stays in my memory. The night sky is curved, and the waning moon stares at the lights of thousands of households with tired eyes, and the warmth spills into the night sky through the window. Perhaps only the house in your own home will have lasting warm thoughts. This is a lonely figure. Dream is a missing heart. True feelings come from the heart and love. At this time, the midnight bell has already rung, and a homesick wanderer is looking at the horizon by the faint candlelight. 1 1 The wanderer is homesick and the moonlight is dim. The moon in my hometown is bright in my dream, and the wandering heart is in love with the crescent moon among the stars in my hometown, but my parents are looking forward to his eyes, while my brothers and sisters' affectionate wishes are more like lovers' peach petals. I stand at the top of the night. Gathering the smoke from my hometown, I miss my hometown deeply, but it is crushed and sprinkled to my hometown in the moonlight at night. 12 Dashangou-my home, the land on the Loess Plateau, has cracked a big crack here, and a sunken pit lies in my hometown. The rolling mountains extend to the end of the field of vision, steadily like a lying lion, and the abrupt peaks stand there day and night.