The streets in my hometown are neat, wide and flat. All kinds of beautiful cars come and go like regular buses. High-rise buildings along the street have sprung up in rows. The goods in supermarkets and shopping malls are dazzling. The following is a beautiful prose poem with the theme of hometown that I brought to you for your appreciation.

A beautiful prose poem with the theme of hometown

I miss my hometown,

Deep alleys,

Simple bridge,

There is also a vicissitudes of the ancient wall.

The way it used to be,

Have disappeared in the long corridor of history with the erosion of years.

I miss my hometown,

Deep river bed,

Zheng Chun's bouquet,

There is always that antique house.

The prosperity of the past,

They all drift with the wind with long songs.

I miss my hometown,

Familiar soil,

The same mountain,

The plot is reluctant,

At least I'm still at home.

Beautiful prose with hometown as the theme (II)

Where peach blossoms bloom, there is my lovely hometown.

Green trees and green hills surround the village, and colorful flowers are everywhere.

Fish and shrimp are swarming, fruits and vegetables are all over the mountain, and cattle and sheep are everywhere.

Ah, my hometown is rich and beautiful. For your better scenery, I am willing to work hard and be diligent.

I have my charming hometown in my heart, and girls love beauty to mend the river comb.

Lively children chase butterflies, listen to birds sing, and the villagers are warm and generous.

Ah! My hometown is where I grew up. No matter where I work, I always look forward to you.

Beautiful prose with hometown as the theme (3)

My hometown is located on the Tangxi River, a tributary of the Yangtze River.

Duxie Zhang Qiao connects the two sides of the ancient town;

The drip temple in the upper reaches of the river used to be full of incense and people.

The legend of Guishi and Wang Longdong under Dishui Temple is endless;

Nine palaces and eighteen temples bear the history and precipitation of hometown development;

Although the bell of the watchtower has been ringing for a long time, it seems like yesterday;

According to legend, the "White Rabbit Well" has a long history;

Witness the prosperity and rise and fall of hometown?

Beautiful prose with hometown as the theme (IV)

All beings are restless and look up all night.

God's baby, the stars, sleeps high in the world.

Vines and streams are always awake.

In the dark night surrounded by walls, the windmill jasmine finished the decoration of the bird's nest in heaven and woven the lace of running water with the brilliance of dawn.

Sheep's hoof and cow's hoof spread out from the depths of an ink painting, spreading out the Yuan Ye where butterflies and bees walk together. Ants uncover rotten things in their dreams, set out between their nests, climb the tallest leaves of Phoebe bournei, listen to the wind and bask in the sun.

Those who work hard leave the lamp of dreams in their ancestral fields and continue to tap the roots and veins of food and clothing in previous lives. The ancient granary, even if there is no harvest, the spring in the heart is not old.