Poems about corn

One room in Chai Men is quiet and fragrant with fragrant rice, and after the spring rain, there is a clear sky in Wan Li. Flowers and mist flow in the courtyard, and children cry tree warblers.

Rain is stored in the forest, smoke comes slowly, and steamed quinoa is used to cook millet. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine branches. Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .