Modern pastoral poetry 1 rural memory
Poplar and apricot are together.
Praise the courtyard of mud tile and green tile
Two sparrows have clear eyes.
Decorate the eaves into your own tribe
The abdomen of the cloud hatched.
The bustling shadows of trees
Hurriedly linked to the market.
The sun sets at the root of an old cabbage.
Green fruit
Fall into the hands of a dirty pupil
With hip-hop saliva.
Sour off the temper of all deciduous teeth.
The cries of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep
A child's cry and an old man's cough.
The sound of chopping wood and the scolding of an old man
Stir up the corner that smells like leek and cow dung.
One language at a time
Turn this country into a human nest.
Folk songs on brooms
Smile in a coquettish manner.
Modern poetry describing the countryside 2[ village]
The village danced in the afterglow of the sunset.
Obliquely turned into a leisurely leisurely leisurely.
On the indispensable land of Xanadu.
It is a cow with two legs and four legs.
Children's happiness is the hope of wrinkles.
Women also began to try fruits and vegetables.
What fades out in the chimney is the color of life.
The old woman on crutches smiled.
Next to her is a bald man who has worked together for more than 40 years.
Looking back,
But she forgot that the world was waiting for her.
Modern Poems Describing Rural Areas 3[ New Life]
The world in Maimangli
There is no yellow land.
The farmer has left here.
Where did they go?
Why do you work miracles?
Spring Festival travel rush Peak.
The number of stampede deaths has been decreasing.
They forgot.
Weeds in the wheat field
Old people are watching.
An empty nest with only children
Modern Poetry Describing the Countryside 4 Straw Stack Bathing Day
After lunch.
I slept on a pile of straw and basked in the sun.
The winter sun
Like clear spring water flowing on me.
If there is no wind.
Whose smoke and charcoal are blowing?
The yellow dog lying under the crooked jujube tree
Suddenly she cried twice: Wang Wang.
I looked down and found—
There is a lamb stealing grass under the straw pile.
Modern poems describing the countryside 5 small farmhouses
Newborn lamb
Lying in the sun under a pile of wheat straw
Golden corn
Covered with locust trees and city walls
On the white earth wall
There is a string of red peppers hanging.
The sun shines through the black branches in the yard.
The air is quiet and transparent.
A deep cough.
Accompanied by smoke from the stove.
Modern poems describing the countryside 6 old trees
The old tree hugs the house as a mother hugs a child.
The old tree dragged the dawn to the window of the old house with the damaged palm.
Sunshine, moonlight and starlight.
In summer, the old tree always coughs in the fire.
Cough out a shady side, under the old house, in front of the window and in the house.
After a long time, the old tree is too old to look like.
The cracked bark is engraved with the scars of the years.
Dry branches, fiddling with the village eyelashes.
The love between the old house and the tree is getting older and older.
There is no confession, just because of the long-cherished wish of past lives and the companionship of this life.
Maybe everything will be my childhood swing.
This old tree is too old to move.
But still majestic, upright, always facing the sun.
Green dream connection
In the east and the west
Modern poems describing the countryside 7 flowers in the wind
Flowers in the wind are simple and clear.
Blooming in fields and mountains.
Flowers in the wind are elegant and fragrant.
The crystal dew lies on the petals, like breast-feeding milk in spring.
Flowers in the wind, confident but not unassuming.
White stamen, stuck to the heart of the flower.
Like the roots of iron, it will never fall in the wind.
Flowers in the wind always belong to the wind.
The wind blew for a while and blossomed everywhere.
Modern Poems Describing Rural Areas: Eight Old Wells
I threw a gravel at the old well.
The moment the stone collided with the well water, the sound of nature lingered in my ears.
Crisp and ding-dong
People carrying water are in an endless stream.
Join together
Well water reaches thousands of households, and it is the child of the old well.
Singing and dancing in the water tank, exultation
The old well gathers the essence of the sun and the moon and absorbs the aura of heaven and earth.
The old well has become the breast of the earth, feeding the villages that are still in infancy.
The old well dried up, dried up to the depths, and shed the last tear.
Dry breasts
Will become a hard grave.
Modern poems describing the countryside 9 mother's heart
Mother's worries are pinned on a piece of cotton cloth.
A piece of cotton cloth is cut into window grilles and pasted on the window of life.
Old buckets and old mirrors
Always pestering my mother at dawn
The wind of years pushes mother to get old.
A mother's heart is a palm full of calluses.
In the candlelight, mother took out the letter at the bottom of the box.
Grandma's, dad's, mine.
Chinese characters lie in mom's mind, love love love.
Mother's heart, maybe I will never understand.
But mother and son are connected, and I will always be the most beautiful concern in my mother's heart.
Modern poetry describing the countryside 10 roaming in the countryside
In a previous life, I was a handful of loess.
In this life, I have evolved into an adult.
I will always belong to my hometown. Mountains and rivers, birds and fish are all witnesses.
I came in July, when the wheat was just right and the rice was fragrant.
At that time, my dusty feet
Tread through every corner of the village
The grass is green, catching butterflies against the wind.
I belong to this village.
Chop bamboo, play flute and play piano.
I am a vagrant in the country.
Looking for roots, walking in a different place, but still can't get out of my hometown.