Modern poetry describing the countryside

Walking on the road in the country, a fragrant smell came to my face and penetrated into my heart. Under the afterglow of the sunset, a string of white Sophora japonica flowers was blown down by the autumn wind, just like a fairyland where fairies scattered flowers. The following are the modern poems describing the countryside that I carefully collected and arranged for you. I hope you like it!

Dawn in the countryside Author: Dawn at Qixi Station knocks on the door of night.

Morning star on the horizon

Began to tremble and glow

Early farmers

Enjoy the loneliness in the field.

The sound of hoeing

Awaken the fragrance of the earth.

Inclined trees, land

Bend a beautiful arc

Printed in the twinkling sky.

Only the farmer's undulating back

Changing angle

Country, road, wilderness and sky

Gradually clear up

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The countryside in February? Author: Several native chickens of Huaihe Willow leisurely foraged.

Several domestic dogs dozed lazily.

Several willows wrinkled their skin.

Wisps of smoke from the kitchen chimney got into the clouds.

The fireworks are gone.

The taste of the year has faded.

Young and strong men and women have disappeared.

Leaving only the old, the weak and the sick

This tired country

The days of lively reunion are very short.

The remnant winter is still raging.

Left-behind children stay in school glumly.

The sick old man struggled hard.

Too dry.

The ground is too dry.

Wheat seedlings turn green slowly.

How I look forward to the spring breeze and spring rain

Warm and moist this helpless village.

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Rural memory? Author: Mountains and rivers depend on some people to mix some things.

Walk out of the village

Memories of moonlight decoration

Take it back quietly.

Standing quietly, thinking.

You don't have to say anything.

In this familiar village

Every family, every household, and

Streets of different shades

Everything is in the pulse.

Blood, every limb

It's all the details of life growth.

Feeding the beating heart

This is the most complicated in rural areas, and

Simple and clear exercises

No matter how long the years are

Old figure, always

Browse at will in the warmest place in your heart.

Speak kindly

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Close to the countryside Author: Poet, Wandering 1

The lips of dusk are next to each other.

The beauty of the field.

Tired at dusk

Reclining lazily

Next to a tree

A person, with a mask on his face.

The wind gave a gentle push.

The shadow follows the heart, but the man does not move.

2

The old cow polished the timbre for a long time.

A group of sparrows took the opportunity to get out of the game.

Under a straw hat

reveal

Half a country

Do nothing.

Distance from cigarette to lips

It's not far.

Say close, not close.

three

A calf, with its head down, hurried on the road.

Ignore the wind

Ignoring the love of grass

I entrusted myself to this trip in advance.

Sunset on the road

four

Push the mountain and keep still.

Stop joking.

Hold it in your hand, not in your hand.

fragrance of a flower

When it overflows from the nostrils,

Birds are flying around.

graveyard

Surprisingly, a thin mouse

Station, the highest point

five

Off screen

New house.

An old house.

There is a path winding in the middle.

The tree walks backwards.

But smell the birds singing

Don't listen to others

six

Chimneys and short wooden stools

Like relatives

Like a friend.

Like lovers

Someone broke in mindlessly.

body

Shake it.

A chicken came running wildly.

seven

night

Sparks are like flowers and oceans.

She is by the well.

By moonlight

Salvage,

The heart of the country

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Love this country alone Author: Yao Yue is a corner of the wilderness, and you?

This is poetry, tranquility and truth.

I like that green field.

Full of the smell of hay.

I like the clear lake.

Rippling the tranquility of swans.

Others can try to raise the title and profit as much as possible.

But I like the tranquility of lonely life.

Prosperity has nothing to do with me.

A corner of the wilderness, you

Is it poetic? Is it quiet? this is true

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The countryside is more beautiful than the city. Author: Dream Crossing West Lake Forest

The wind turned green.

Get close to it

You can smell the shade of trees.

cool

All the way forward

Don't stop.

Walk through the country road

It feels like the wind

night

There are thousands of lights in the sky.

It is a star.

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The country above the sunset Author: The sun, Hong Niao and mountains contain the sunset.

Beautiful world

In the sleepy valley of my hometown

Dancing sickle, neatly arranged afterglow

Let's split up and chase the distance.

A faint red sunset

It's a lantern hanging on the plateau for a long time.

Wandering and loneliness

A land of sorrow.

About to walk on land with horses.

A cowherd rushed out of the mountain stream.

A calf came out of the mountain stream and beautiful birds were singing.

A group of cold mountains hold half the sunset.

It is near the village.

We send the earth to spring separately.

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Country! Country! Author: Lantern Insect City, hands covered with oil.

The countryside is getting longer and longer.

A path full of wild flowers.

In space, it becomes shorter and shorter.

Harvest, there will be no more.

The patent is in autumn, around the wall.

Inflated desire, indulgent

spring,summer,autumn and winter

The bank was kidnapped, locator.

Wherever we arrive, we set up boundary markers.

Free withdrawal

In the eyes of a cow, spit it out

Konstantin Zaslonov

It won't burn clean anyway.

In the countryside, pieces of stubborn tinea.

A charred heart, spewing out.

Black blood, sending out.

The smell of greed is everywhere.

Dazzling gas

On the plate, jump out gradually.

Three-legged chicken

The surviving crow, standing in

On the dead branches, spread out

The last groan

Sorghum towering into the sky

Spit it out, not your ears.

Thick dark clouds covered it.

Sky, blue screen

Ink for flushing chimneys

It falls from the sky from time to time.

On the river bed, floating

The scales of sparkling flowers

Smoke curled up and bridges flowed.

In a machine, compressed into

Decal, stick it in the corner.

Circular seal

I don't know. Where did it go?

The countryside is ill.

Tremble, struggle, groan

Wait for the doctor to come at once.

Injection, cardiotonic agent

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Moon Night in the Country Author: Xiang Moon is already hanging in the blue sky.

The osmanthus trees in the Moon Palace are clearly visible.

The branches and leaves seem to be shaking gently.

Zhang is enjoying the cool under the tree.

Night began to fall slowly.

The stars are passing their eyes.

The Woods are dotted with fluorescent lights.

There were several dog barks in the distance.

Leave his hometown like this during the day.

My heart became very excited.

In the bright moonlight

I'm going to meet my bride.

There is a faint darkness among the willows on the beach.

There are a few wisps of fragrance floating in the night wind.

Beautiful songs spread in all directions.

My bride, but it's there

In the countryside at the foot of the mountain.

A faint rhyme permeates all fields.

My heart, has evolved into

The endless silver light

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Rain, country Author: bulewine Nature is the favorite of rain

His love is in every rainy day.

The moving leaves are the keys of the piano he plays.

Beautiful flowers are his first love.

When he expresses his feelings enthusiastically.

Praise a rainy country affectionately.

When he put the pursuit of power

Beautiful and unrestrained

On a wet morning

Or the dusk of water fans.

When he passed through the rotten telephone pole

Through the quiet brick yard

When he opened the blue cloud curtain

Draw a transparent diagonal in the dark sky.

You try to think about it

What kind of care will he use?

To love a lazy old Brawly.

Love a weed that can't be named.

Love the shy river and the shy whirlpool.

I like the worn horns of a sloppy bull.

Some people will say that he is a rambler in the village.

Some people will say that he is a clay sculptor.

Others say that he is a messenger with a downwind.

Or he is a scarecrow's heart-to-heart friend.

Are our assumptions just wishful thinking?

Why does he always come and go quietly?

He is clear but mysterious.

When he came, he was free.

From the cracks in the earth wall and the texture of the old stump

From the potholed stone road and the sparse and dense bamboo shoot forest

As long as you walk into this country

Encounter a sentimental rainy season

You can't always explore his excellent works.

Yes, he is.

Bring this love to a village.

Simply leave no dust.

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Miss the countryside Author: I am an ethereal residence in the folds of the city

A hand for holding a pen.

Stay away from the season and busy farming season.

It's just that skin color never changes.

Standing in the street

Unique scenery

Like a talking tree.

Red sorghum in the north

isn't it?

Mother said

I'm my father, Tian Li.

One of the most abundant crops.

However, the countryside is far away.

Clumsy hands

I don't remember holding the sickle.

Rhododendron crows only in memory.

Rice is golden only when it sleeps.

The sound of plowshares moving the land.

Like jumping notes

The joy of singing when my father hit the soil with a hoe.

Often impulsive, staying up all night.

Miss the countryside

Is becoming more and more necessary.

When supplementing nutrition

Seafood and food are dazzling.

Speaking of these seductive words.

My disappointed stomach

A dull pain.

KTV ballroom KTV sauna

This medicine

This will only aggravate my illness.

repeatedly

I'm on the verge of life and death

Heaven/God knows

My pain

Only the whole grains in my parents' village.

In order to cure

Miss the countryside

Every grass and tree in the countryside

Is to keep my body alive.

Xue Jing

People around me are keen on

Coin house seat woman

while

Parents in the countryside

How much I want to chat with you.

Zanjiade crops

Is it growing well?