Grain Rain is the last solar term in spring. At this time, the seedlings in the fields are first planted and new crops are planted. They need the moisture of rain the most, so it is said that "spring rain is as precious as oil." Grain Rain means "rain produces hundreds of grains". It occurs every year on April 20 or 21 when the sun reaches 30° of the ecliptic longitude. Today I bring you poems about Guyu, let’s take a look!
1. Guyu is coming
Guyu is coming,
The cuckoo’s cry is gentle in the dreamland of the soul.
The dawn has sounded in the Tianshan Mountains,
The outside view is far away in the sky of time,
Listening to the creaking sound of time.
Grain Rain is coming,
The peach blossoms have faded, the peonies and tuxiu are reflected in the mountains, and the mountains and plains are filled with oil paintings of natural palaces.
The mulberry leaves of Turpan protect the cocoa seeds,
The lush green nourishment fills the fields and hills,
The longing for the delicious taste of life is eagerly awaited.
Grain Rain is coming,
The tea gardens in the misty mountains are filled with freshness.
The pursuing eyes flicker the confusion of life,
The fragrance of green tea in Xianlingao soaks the waves in the heart,
Swaying out a bright scenery.
Grain Rain is coming,
The sowing plowshares are singing in the spring square.
The ridges of the fields in my hometown are curved with the portrait of the beautiful water in the south of the Yangtze River.
The footsteps of the rush follow the rhythm of hard work.
Looking forward to the dream of autumn harvest.
Gu Yu is here,
The old watch in new clothes banishes the wild arrogance.
The road to the market is crowded with happy and clicky eyes,
The joy of love quietly breeds the festival of counting on the fingers,
It exudes the strong aroma of fine wine.
Grain Rain is here,
I can’t get back the years of standing in front of the window and watching the clouds flying from the sky.
The burden on my heart is lifted, and I feel empty.
Let the snow and rain of the Tianshan Mountains wash the walking river,
Relaxing, singing, and unrestrained all the way.
2. Guyu
I have been in the city for a long time
I can’t hear the cuckoo’s song dove
I can’t see the hoopoe bird Son
I saw catkins dancing all over the sky
It turned out that Guyu had arrived
It was Guyu again
My thoughts wandered for a moment To the north
My hometown should be where peach, pear and apricot blossoms contrast with each other
I think of
the magical Grain Rain stickers in my aunt’s yard
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The red-crowned and big-mouthed Angri pecks at big insects
The Heavenly Master wields seven stars to kill demons and poisons
Another mountain girl and daughter-in-law carnival
Take a shower with peach blossom water for a while
Moisturize your skin and beautify your flowered shirt
Let’s go for a walk in the Grain Rain
Talk about heaven and earth rain producing hundreds of grains
p>I really like it
I like this Guyu
A touch of pen and ink
A touch of hometown soul
3. Guyu
Grain Rain, started with a rain
The flowers in the yard withered
There is no fixed place to live in April
Only left A touch of sadness
A tree with white flowers passing by me
Whose tears are the fresh rainwater
In this Grain Rain season
I walked through the open space in front of the office building
A few trees were uprooted
They were going to a strange place
Thinking about the future
p>We may never meet again
What a pity this is
Grain Rain is here
The beautiful spring is coming to an end
Everything was so sudden
Just like these trees that come and go in a hurry
They don’t know what pain is yet
They are inexperienced and have no future. Unsure
4. "Grain Rain"
This night, dripping, dripping
The spring rain, as precious as oil, finally fell on this night
Knocking on the colored tiles outside the window
Today is Guyu, the last season of spring
Pinglids are beginning to grow, and song doves are brushing their feathers
Get up in the morning I saw a few swallows soaring above the water lilies in the ecological lake. The farmers began to harvest melons and beans, living up to the great opportunity given by the season.
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At the sunny foot of the mountain to the west of the ecological lake
I witnessed such a hurried scene
Some of them were carrying dung, and some were plowing the fields< /p>
The seedlings are sown, and the children on the ridge
are dancing and seeming to be rejoicing in this year
The most joyous arrival
Dai Let it fall in the mulberry trees, this is the most beautiful time of the year
Regardless of the flowers in bloom
The spring is full of joy, I will only talk about my countryside
Everything begins today
Grain rain cuts off frost, and rain brings forth hundreds of grains
This reminds me of the story of an ancestor
The man who coined words in myths and legends Cangjie
I would rather give up the Jade Emperor's generous rewards
As long as the weather in the world is smooth and peaceful
The grain will be plentiful
So the sky started to rain< /p>
Enjoy peace and happiness in the world
Gu Yu, you contain my whole life
Endless lessons
On this day every year I will
Cherish it especially and go to the countryside
Pinch the soil for fragrance and crawl on the earth
In addition to remembering the ancestors
I don’t dare to Forgot
I am a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, a farmer's son
5. "Grain Rain"
2016 The first spring thunder
Fired a salute for the Guyu ribbon-cutting
"Rumble" blasted the fertile soil into ridges
The melon seeds and beans were so shocked that they were drilled Go into the soil and look around
The red and pink beauty drifts away with the east wind
There is still a faint fragrance left in the hometown
The years will brew the youth
Grain Rain is here
The enclosed land is still covered with weeds
I wish I could plant something
6. Grain Rain Season
The soil plaster pulses, and the doves ruffle their feathers
The farmers' hoe tools
were woken up one by one.
A village in April
Ordering beans, planting melons, and busy transplanting rice seedlings
Grain Rain, coming 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
7. 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 at dusk
See how the setting sun turns into a sea of ??bamboo, postscript
8 , Qinghe Garden Poetry Club
Tonight, continue to use the smashing of cups as a sign
Lay the groundwork for indulgent singing
The posture and scene of drinking from a cup to another
It is actually similar to the beginning
The 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 a beautiful woman standing by the door?
9. Grain Rain Listening to the Rain
Let’s start from a seed
The cuckoo on the branch crows for the third time
Field The movement of
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< /p>
A pot of fine wine, ironing with long-lost comfort