2. Introduce the ancient poems of Minqin, my hometown 1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. When teenagers leave home, the local accent will not change. Children meet strangers, where do they come from? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
One winter after another, one spring after another. Now, when I meet people near my village, I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
4. Under the blue mountain, we meandered forward, and my boat and I followed the green water until the river bank widened at low tide, and there was no wind blowing my lonely sail ... The night now succumbed to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was old, so I could finally send my messenger, Yan, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: "The Mountain in the North")
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. After the wild goose falls, people think about the flowers before and after. (Xue Daoheng: People are homesick every day)
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: Think of a quiet night)
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't help but feel homesick.
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. I crossed the mulberry river for no reason, but I hope Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? . (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
3. Poems about Minqin Desert Green State My hometown is Minqin, Gansu, which is an oasis embedded in the desert. This is a good place with beautiful scenery and rich products.
In the city, there are wide and long asphalt roads. On both sides of the road, trees are shaded and flowers are in full bloom. There are scenic desert park and newly-built cultural square; High-rise buildings have sprung up. Standing high, the whole city is full of green trees and buildings.
Minqin has many specialties: sweet Elaeagnus angustifolia, red pepper, sweet and delicious Yellow River honeydew melon, plump black melon seeds and big round onion. ...
Ah! What a beautiful hometown! I love my hometown, and I love the hardworking and kind people in my hometown even more. With them, I believe the future of my hometown will be even better.
4. Poems praising Minqin The scorching sun has mercilessly blackened your strong body.
Time has gradually turned your black hair white.
The crow of the rooster awakens you who are sleeping soundly.
In the evening, I urge you to return to your familiar and unfamiliar home.
How many times have you inadvertently changed and changed?
But you always pay attention to the crops that grew up under your care.
You don't have a mind like a vast sea.
It's not as high as the towering peaks.
I want to praise you.
Because you have promoted the progress of the motherland.
You are not as beautiful as a hundred flowers.
Not as tall and straight as Song Qing.
I want to praise you.
Because you have created a warm home for poultry.
Your hard-working and simple image embodies the beauty of nature.
Honest and upright behavior affects everything.
You are a lovely farmer.
Lovely farmers will always be my concern.
I am the son of a farmer.
I love my parents deeply.
They are part of hundreds of millions of farmers.
It is not luxury that flows in the blood.
As a rural person, I am very proud.
Because farmers have traveled all over the world.
Write a poem to praise you-a lovely farmer.
Ordinary makes you great.
You are like the scorching sun in a clear sky.
The dazzling light casts the prosperity of the motherland.
Write a poem to praise you-a lovely farmer.
I'm not exaggerating your praise.
From my sincere heart
Because the countryside is my warm home.
Heart for the people in Yushu earthquake area
Tears wet my cheeks.
May the dead rest in peace and the living mourn.
The glory of China's love has spread all over the world.
Write a poem to praise you-a lovely farmer.
You will always be the beacon of the motherland.
5. There is a song about Minqin in Gansu, and there is a sentence in the lyrics: hardworking people, brave people, hardworking people.
Lyrics: Zhang
We are hardworking people.
We are brave civil servants.
Facing the endless yellow desert
Fight against wild sandstorms
Blue soil lake with lost feet
Looking forward to the dry Shiyang River
Visit a deep dry well
Guarding the old thatched cottage
Worship the spread Suwu Temple.
Listen to the crying camel.
Low-level emotion cultivated by attachment
Weaving lonely Populus euphratica forest
Build a new home for survival
Shout to the sky with your head held high.
Shout one after another
Hard-working people.
Brave civilian workers
Sand prevention and afforestation
Build a drought-resistant greenhouse
Outstanding civilian worker
Kind-hearted Minqin people
Dare to contend with the desert
Dare to fight drought
Watering golden wheat fields
Cultivate snow-white cotton fields
Cultivate green Populus euphratica forest
Harvest bright red peppers.
Sweet yellow honey in my heart
Well-known black melon seeds at home and abroad
Sunflowers smile at the sun.
Delicious apples and pears
Clear vineyards
Crispy and sweet jujube tree
Harvest potatoes, fennel and onions
We appreciate the good return policy.
We should be grateful.
Hard-working people.
Brave civilian workers
Sand prevention and afforestation
Build a drought-resistant greenhouse
Outstanding civilian worker
Kind-hearted Minqin people
Harvest the fruits of hard work
Enjoy the joy of harvest
6. Poems about the desert The tall buildings erected by scaffolding are taller than the moon.
Walking on a black street, you can't let the moonlight shine.
The lamppost is very thin and there is no nest for birds to live in.
The street lamp is dim, like a blue phosphorus fire floating on the grave.
Subway shopping malls, buses, quicksand, shoulder to shoulder.
The biped with rich appearance became the protagonist in the desert.
Claws that dance with cruelty to animals.
Black blood flowed from the chicken's mouth.
Ghosts are like black bats.
Fly in the desert
Groups of skeletons are dressed in gorgeous clothes.
Between the tombs built of reinforced concrete.
The autumn wind is very cool, and the gray apricot leaves fall all over the corner of the academy.
The autumn rain is very cold, and the fat mouse hides in the Taoist temple.
Dancing on Laozi's Tao Te Ching
Flying in the remote and dark grottoes, wailing.
7. The house of my hometown is thousands of miles west of Hexi Corridor, which used to be the main road of the Silk Road, and now it is the throat of the Eurasian Continental Bridge, and its strategic position is extremely important.
Minqin-my hometown. Located in the northeast of Hexi Corridor and hard to find on the map of China, this small county in the northwest is like a wedge embedded between Tengger and Badain Jaran Desert, and it can be called the "bridgehead" on the sandstorm line in northern China.
In recent 20 years, the climate tends to be dry, Minqin has changed from sand barrier to sand source, and it has been locked as one of the four major sandstorm sources in northern China. Oasis is facing disappearance, which has aroused widespread concern in the world. Minqin is not only Minqin's Minqin, nor China's Minqin, but the world's Minqin.
More than 20 years ago, in my hometown, there were dancing Populus euphratica, swaying willow, barking of Shui Bo, grass and fat sheep. Such a scene seems to have become a distant memory. Now Minqin is like a weather-beaten old man, and his ability to resist external erosion has become weaker and weaker.
The Qingtu Lake with swaying reeds and flocks of wild ducks, and the "Mother Lake" that Minqin people are proud of, have completely dried up as early as the 1950s. Only the mussel shells left at the bottom of the lake seem to tell people about the past.
In the past, the area near Qingtu Lake was called "Lake District" by local people, and this title has been used to this day. When outsiders who don't know the inside story heard about the "Lake District", they all thought it was a place with water. They don't know that this place has completely turned into a desert.
In recent 10 years, the raging sandstorm has swallowed up hundreds of villages in Minqin county, and the horror of "sand on the wall and donkeys in the house" can be seen everywhere. Villagers along the sandstorm often wake up because the gate is buried by yellow sand and can't open the door. In Zhongqu Township, Minqin County, Gansu Province, there is a ruin left by the forced relocation of local farmers. A large number of trees died in this area. In 2004, due to insufficient rainfall, the lower reaches of Shiyang River dried up, and Hongya Reservoir in Minqin County dried up. After a farmer moved to another place to avoid water shortage in Xiqu Town, Minqin County, the abandoned yard was covered with weeds. I remember when I was a child, around the Dragon Boat Festival, on my way back to my hometown and on my way to school, I could smell the refreshing fragrance of Elaeagnus angustifolia flowers almost everywhere. The fragrance is fresh and refreshing, and there is no fragrance of other flowers.
At that time, Elaeagnus angustifolia trees were everywhere in the fields, in front of houses, beside canals and beside shawo. The dark brown bark cracked, like the face of an old man who has experienced wind and sand for decades, while the narrow leaves were only slightly light green under the silvery white sand, but they still stood stubbornly in the sand, and the wind blew green. A golden cup appeared during the Dragon Boat Festival.
8. Hu Yangshu's poem 1 Eyes fixed on this Populus euphratica desert, which is a golden desert under the sunlight. Populus euphratica is unyielding in your hands Populus euphratica was attacked by wind and sand. Years have dried up your lonely tears. The sky behind you is still blue. You stubbornly stand in this empty Populus euphratica. No matter how many centuries have passed, the leaves that grow on your treetops are sprouting. Life manifesto? It's autumn, and your yellow leaves are still hanging on the branches for a long time, and you don't want to leave. 2. The locked picture begins to change. Isn't the devastated ruins a desert? Isn't the figure constantly calling and standing in the ruins Populus euphratica? Compatriots in the disaster area, no matter how severe the disaster is, no matter how bumpy the fate is, the rushing blood in life and the burning hope in the heart will definitely turn the desert into an oasis and the ruins into an oasis. Garden: You are a Populus euphratica in the desert that never gives in to fate. If Populus euphratica is the backbone of the desert, then my compatriots are the backbone standing upright in the ruins. The warm current of love in China will nourish you and make you flourish. If a drop of my tears can make you feel the sweetness of dew, then I am willing to make my tears merge into a river. You are the tenacious Populus euphratica in the desert and the beautiful scenery in my eyes.