Whether it is in school or in society, everyone has been exposed to some classic poems more or less. Poems have the characteristics of harmonious phonology, distinctive rhythm, and are catchy to read. What kind of poetry is good poetry? The following is a collection of modern poetry recitations describing Guyu that I have collected for you. You are welcome to share it.
Recitation of modern poems describing Guyu 1
1. Guyu
Softly you are here
Bringing a ray of sunshine
Containing one Moon
You gently knock on the waiting door of the village
Put your love
in everyone’s hands
Hurry Plant, plant quickly
Come on, spring rain
The earth is moved
2. Grain Rain
Spring is fleeting
Raindrops stomped on the earth
Perhaps, she really wanted to soak everything
including my heart into cocoons
so that when the scorching sun came
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Presenting a rainbow
3. Guyu
All the greens are drunk
All are brewing a conspiracy, and finally
Unlocking the burden of the mystery in a surprising way
Surging, expanding, everything seems out of control
Everything is dormant in silence
Perhaps, a short shower
will open the window lattice in early summer
4. Guyu
A crop emerges from the soil
Welcome Grain Rain
There is a sneer
Where is the Grain
(But this will happen)
Will there be rain< /p>
(Usually a false proposition) )
A bird flew over
Jumped around
Pecked a bug< /p>
Before the farmers come
Fly away in a hurry
At this time
There is no point in sneering
Crops Growing one after another
Who knows
A gust of wind
A rain
What will happen in this spring
Going deeper into the next season
5. Grain Rain
A severe drought in the world
From the Qin Dynasty to the Republic of China
The rice fields are crying for food
The only few good days
also allowed three major happy events
to monopolize the Oiran
The temperature brought out the positive line of the bull market
A grain of millet, a tight lock
Thanks to the compassion of the emperor
In the moment of extreme excitement
He released a hundred thousand celestial beings from the Lingxiao Palace Scattered flowers
The bustling rivers and mountains of thirty thousand miles
The pot is boiling, the second child, the third child, the ninth child
The dragon and phoenix, the bear, the tiger and the wolf The flag of the army is waving
6. Grain Rain in Spring
The fleshy wings that grow in winter
wither in the thunder
Sliding feebly
To the light rain of spring
Thunder
Your voice
Is the bird on my branch
In every season of drizzle
The lines of hands holding chin
are roughly outlining you
Lei
Your electric light
Is the sun in my heart
A child who lacks sunshine
Is working hard to bring you back
Looking
Thunder
Your simple hope
Bring the spring Grain Rain
Bring the spring bamboo shoots
Put a children's song in spring
Sing a cappella
Thunder
Behind you is the grain rain of spring
Keep it in your heart Willows
Watering Fat
7. Grain Rain
In the past it was Qingming
After that it was Ear Grain
A beginning A young man wearing camouflage uniform and casual shorts
seemed to stand suddenly in front of me
His Adam's apple was swollen and his hairy lips seemed to be covered
The whole yard smelled of wild grass and flowers
What was so exciting was that his broken voice became hot and he screamed like a grain duck running on the road, No
It is brighter than a turtle dove standing on a branch and crowing
In this period of life, it must be his own heartbeat and his own
Every At this moment, some entering plots cannot be stopped
For example, an extra string will vibrate when you have insomnia
For example, when the pods in the mountain are ripe, they will explode with a clear sound. Sound
The water in the small river turned rapidly and flowed to the big river
The water in the big river also swelled to the full, and the sails were full
8. Guyu
The cuckoo crows, and the spring cow enters April
The newly turned soil, ears pricked up
Listen to the wind and rain, splashing green on the countryside
The dynamic symbols of the village are all gathered on rice paper
Washing pens, grinding ink and tracing, I am busy playing with wind willow silk
My mood is wider than the wilderness, and swallows shuttle back and forth
Passing over the signatures and white spots
The crescent moon is rising, harvesting the beans and wheat in the sky
The stars are greedy for wine, and they are drunk in the rice fields
The sound of frogs is like thunder, In time for the starry night
Open the next page, there are more stars than stars
It is the swimming cubs Modern poetry recital 2 describing Guyu
Guyu season
The earth plaster pulses, and the doves brush their feathers
The farmers' hoe tools
are woken up one by one. Village in April
Ordering beans, planting melons, and busy transplanting rice seedlings
Grain Rain comes from ancient wisdom
It holds the hope of farmers and moisturizes things silently< /p>
A few crows of zigui
Call the rain to bring forth hundreds of grains
Guanhai Tower
Thousands of hectares of blue waves are rippling
Repeatedly follow the tide of your heart, ups and downs
Stretching further and further into the vastness. A flying bird
Wanting to travel through the dreamland
On the sea view building, facing the wind at a high altitude
Five peaks and six ridges are layered upon each other
< p> The mountains and rivers are repeated, with a sense of bonesAlso a sense of movement and layering
Looking back. A touch of rosy glow
Has painted the sky crimson
A beautiful shadow stands in the dusk
See how the setting sun turns into a sea of ??bamboo, inscription
Qinghe River Garden Poetry Party
Tonight, continue to use the clinking of cups as a sign
Putting the foreshadowing of indulgent singing
The gesture and scene of drinking from a cup to another
< p> It's actually similar to the beginningThe small town is quiet
The sound of rain has been close to the softness of the heart
Under the lights on the other side
Is there any Beauty, standing by the door?
Listening to the rain during Grain Rain
Let’s start from a seed
The cuckoo on the branches crows for the third time
The cuckoo in the field Movement
One after another
Get closer to the window sill
The patter of rain passes through the hustle and bustle
Superimpose the image in front of you
A pot of fine wine, ironing with long-lost comfort