Poems about the beauty of hometown

These three capitals describe the Lixia Pavilion on Daming Lake in Jinan. (1) The wind and rain bring fresh coolness, look at the waves of willows and bamboo smoke, and the green sky is dyed into a Mojie painting; the lakes and mountains are blooming in the late morning, the love is red and green, and the cold fragrance flies up to the Huanhua poem. (2) The spring breeze of willows brings bliss to all directions; the autumn moon of lotuses brings a bright light. (3) This pavilion on the right side of the sea is ancient and has many famous people in Jinan.

Island

My love for you

How can I not be sad?

My hometown;

Bamboo flowers

Maybe oleander

The quiet fragrance

In the night sky< /p>

Slightly rippling;

A curve of blue water

Urges the roses that quietly go east

The fallen flowers lick the embankment

Wandering in the quiet bay;

Faintly flowing from the streets

Your gentle and shy voice

Calling to pluck the poet's strings;

I am at a loss

This seems to be childhood

It also seems to be love;

A feeling of lovesickness

Suddenly flying

I hurriedly sneaked in

I can’t keep this

Happy past.