Pianguan, like a huge steamed bread, nurtures simple Pianguan people.

Pianguan, like a piccolo, melodiously plays a bitter history and a fiery today.

The history of partiality is like the wrinkles of the old people-flat and bumpy!

Pianguan is famous for its important defense, and it has been in the crevice between the orthodox dynasty in the Central Plains and the northern ethnic minorities. In the Ming Dynasty, the Great Wall and forts were built to guard against foreign invasion. The eight ancient scenic spots in Pianguan are: Jade Qing's true state, the style of writing is Lingxiao, the meandering river flows, the golden camel lies on the sand, the camel fights butterflies in the cave, the stone marsh prospers the dragon, the warm spring and the winter grass, and the rivers and mountains.

The people who are partial to customs are kind, while the people who are partial to customs are simple. They use their unique kindness and hard work to open up this land. They deal with the loess all day, and they have a constant yearning for this loess. Pianguan people are also hospitable. If you come to Pianguan as a guest, Pianguan people will hold delicious food and intoxicating wine in their hands to entertain your distant guests.

People's feelings that are partial to others are like old vinegar. The older they get, the more fragrant they are. What is fragrant is that deep, eternal and pure, which has its own unique meaning. The feelings of people who are partial to others are the surging waves of the Yellow River, flying with lofty sentiments, always selfless and always inclusive. Whether it is the river water, spring water or silt loess on the bank, it is only silently carried, just like a woman treating her children-watching the partial growth.

The snacks that are partial to people are even more mouth-watering. We have that hot oat noodle and soft oily cake. There is the cool bowl tray and the tender tofu; There is also the haggis that drives away the cold and burns hot, and the sour rice that cools off the summer makes people want to taste a few mouthfuls.

Today, we are proud of it. There is not only the sound of farming, but also the roar of machines on its yellow land. There are not only caves and ancient temples, but also tall buildings and buildings.

This is my hometown, which I will never forget wherever I go. I am a native of Pianguan, and I love Pianguan. I hope it will get better and better!