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?