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High density, related to red.
Legend has it that the immortal Hongyun burned incense and visited Qin Qing.
Sorghum is bloody and heroic, and the grass is deeply grieved.
The water reflects the balcony and shines on the shore, and the wind is comfortable and green.
In history, jewels are often used to recite ancient and modern times.
Red classics, singing high-density revolutionary feelings
Mo Yan's pen and ink are filled with lofty sentiments, and the smoke in the movie makes tears condense.
Brittle rain pours plants and trees, and the wind is full of flowers.
Red songs don't change their passion, and Bibo is still strong.
The classic cragginess looks heavy, and sorghum guards peace.
A vibrant male soul
Xia Hong is lush with green grass, and once the plastic clanged across the mountains.
The fiery heart tide rises heroically, and the firm loyalty and blood waves are awesome.
8 thousand rain and snow hang on the intestines, and 100 thousand wind and frost destroy bones.
Reprinting with Gankun can't repay the Japanese invaders.
Red spring
I felt that Ziqing was drunk with Chunzhi, and suddenly I heard that I was crazy about butterflies.
A hundred miles of lush swords and bravery, an altar shows off the ear and spits out the piano poems.
The spring breeze is sweet and fragrant, and the rain is thick and thick.
Looking for Di Qing's smile in his hometown, he brought delicious food to people.
Find high density
The secret history of sorghum is an opportunity. Shandong has soft land and clusters of big fans.
Fortunately, the good minister sold the base and returned the martyr to the castle peak.
I admire sharing sorrows and joys. I'm asking for it.
A single spark can start a prairie fire painstakingly, and this situation will always be left to Xuanyuan.
Gaomi sentimentality
Tears fell on the screen, watching the sparks of sorghum.
Green leaves are the blood of sad people, and scarlet people remember the sand of victory every time.
At dawn, the gun bore aimed at the dark castle, refreshing and climbing the cliff.
If you are invincible, you will lose your land. Why do you need EMI glory?
Red sorghum
Dancing on a sunny day, a fire curtain gathered in the column.
Die-hard guerrillas hold up the rising sun, and steel knives overcome danger.
Ying Ge is full of fragrance, and the fragrance of willow noodles will be passed down to future generations.
If you are desperate, why not shed your blood and you will be loyal.
Red sorghum wine
A deep red is embedded in the blue dome, and the stormy waves roll up.
Dan Qing is full of books, and the golden pen is a little strong.
The medicated liquor is fragrant, warm, brave and healthy, and has qi invigorating and refreshing effects.
The mountains and rivers are flourishing, and the Gaomi new flag sings strong winds.
Yong Gaomi
Beautiful mountains and rivers, high-density commentary.
Half of the heroes are in Tengchong, and they are full of blood.
Take a few photos of the cloister, and nine liters of spirits are intoxicating.
The spring breeze is warm and rich, and ten thousand mu of red beams are plastic jade que. ?
Red legend, high-density love
A hundred miles of sorghum land, the wind blows red waves.
Kill the enemy and the Japanese aggressors with guns, and bomb the anti-party mountain with guns.
Hunting flags, burning swords and cold blades.
Passion and thorns sweep away and liberate the people.
2. What are the poems praising sorghum? 1. There is a legend in the countryside that a member planted sorghum in five acres of land. Later, it actually grew into a big tree, almost cool under the swaying ear-Su Jin umbrella.
2. A slight twist of sorghum grains is red sorghum wine. It's not an ancestral coarse porcelain bowl. How can it be worthy of your blood and spirituality? -Su Jin umbrella
There are still people in Bai Yunsheng, which is far from Hanshan Stone Path. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. The autumn wind is colorful, and sorghum is chosen as the nib. Clear water expresses lofty, while white clouds relate to poetry. The grouse spreads its wings and reflects the emerald color, and the reed duck steps into the sky. Climb high and shout, and the weather is myriad. -Du Mu
4. Growth performance is drought-tolerant and bitter-tolerant, and the rain comes to drink leaves to grow hair. In early autumn, children are tall and graceful, and humble and mature people boast. Dead trees and green grass
Red sorghum is like countless torches, reflecting the sky. Flaming sorghum ears are full of pearl-like fruits, nodding and smiling at hardworking people in the breeze. anonymous
6. The beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers is a triumph, and the comments are recorded in Gaomi. Half of the heroes are in Tengchong, and they are full of blood. Take a few photos of the cloister, and nine liters of spirits are intoxicating. The spring breeze is warm and rich, and ten thousand mu of red beams are plastic jade que. anonymous
7. Should sorghum be punished for its frivolity in the first half of its life, or should it not hand over all the bargaining seeds? anonymous
8. In the fields where sorghum, corn and millet are densely packed, this song rings the sound of autumn insects, and the fruit is occasionally accompanied by a few pieces, blowing the ground intermittently, like a cold eggplant. Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds. anonymous
9. Stones are still reasonable, and trees are still branches. Life is not a stone, don't be silent for a long time. Trouble came to the vestibule and looked up at the clouds. Clouds follow the long wind wherever they go. Sometimes the clouds are fixed, and the wanderer has gone and never returned. Sorghum began to return to Yan, and sorghum was already sad. Life is not bitter, but the dead look like this. What happened? Shang Shan took the cheese. Wang Shouren
10. Agger He Weiwei, sorghum enters the sky. The ladder is twelve times as heavy, in the middle of the sky. When I am the North Star, I will see the Lisu mine. The breeze is sparse and auspicious clouds fly. When I was on it, I looked around clearly. Mountains and rivers are distant and gloomy, and the universe is boundless. Weifeng has gone away, and groups of kites are flying. I am wandering when I think of Xuanyuan's home. Xu Youzhen
3. Poems describing sorghum praise Gaomi.
Beautiful mountains and rivers, high-density commentary.
Half of the heroes are in Tengchong, and they are full of blood.
Take a few photos of the cloister, and nine liters of spirits are intoxicating.
The spring breeze is warm and rich, and ten thousand mu of red beams are plastic jade que.
kaoliang
Author: Chu Zhengzi 2065438+August 29, 20051kloc-0/:39 Gao Liang's life is divided into two parts.
Children are the most expensive in the first half of life.
Because I'm having a baby.
For so long without scruple.
Blush without restraint
On the heights of the whole land
Show off her tall figure
Showing off her red scarf is as bright as the sunset.
Let rice, wheat, corn and sweet potatoes
All crops are envious and jealous.
Du Xiang sunshine zhichong
Occupy the lowlands
Showing off sorghum
Regardless of the north and south of the Yangtze River
Sorghum suffered from the loss of children in the second half of life.
The child who was pregnant for one season was taken away.
Pancakes, steamed bread, wine making
It has nothing to do with sorghum again.
After losing the child, the straw breast shrank.
Be cut and cut off
Weave into a broom
The nobles bowed their heads
Sweep sewage, garbage and chicken manure.
Keep company with turbid things all day.
Idle in the shadows
in a huddle
Just like an old woman with a humble position and rags
The life of sorghum
You should bear such punishment for the frivolity of the first half of your life.
Or don't hand over all the seeds of bargaining?
4. Ancient Poems about Sorghum Ten Red Sorghum Poems (2011-09-2014: 29: 50) Classification: The original poems are dense, the red legend is immortal, and incense is burned to pay homage to the harp.
Sorghum is bloody and heroic, and the grass is deeply grieved. The water reflects the balcony and shines on the shore, and the wind is comfortable and green.
In history, jewels are often used to recite ancient and modern times. Red classics, high-density chanting of revolutionary feelings, Mo Yan's pen and ink are full of lofty sentiments, and the smoke of the film makes people cry.
Brittle rain pours plants and trees, and the wind is full of flowers. Red songs don't change their passion, and Bibo is still strong.
The classic cragginess looks heavy, and sorghum guards peace. The red flame, rosy clouds and bright grass of the male soul once swept the mountains with sonorous plastic.
The fiery heart tide rises heroically, and the firm loyalty and blood waves are awesome. 8 thousand rain and snow hang on the intestines, and 100 thousand wind and frost destroy bones.
Reprinting with Gankun can't repay the Japanese invaders. In the red spring, I feel purple, drunk with spring branches, and suddenly smell butterflies and butterflies.
A hundred miles of lush swords and bravery, an altar shows off the ear and spits out the piano poems. The spring breeze is sweet and fragrant, and the rain is thick and thick.
Looking for Di Qing's smile in his hometown, he brought delicious food to people. Looking up at the secret history of Gaomi sorghum, Huairou has many fans.
Fortunately, the good minister sold the base and returned the martyr to the castle peak. I admire sharing sorrows and joys. I'm asking for it.
A single spark can start a prairie fire painstakingly, and this situation will always be left to Xuanyuan. Gaomi felt the tears on the screen and looked at the sparks of sorghum.
Green leaves are the blood of sad people, and scarlet people remember the sand of victory every time. At dawn, the gun bore aimed at the dark castle, refreshing and climbing the cliff.
If you are invincible, you will lose your land. Why do you need EMI glory? Red sorghum dances vigorously in the sunny day, and the fire curtain gathers columns.
Die-hard guerrillas hold up the rising sun, and steel knives overcome danger. Ying Ge is full of fragrance, and the fragrance of willow noodles will be passed down to future generations.
If you are desperate, why not shed your blood and you will be loyal. The spirit of red sorghum is crimson, embedded in the blue dome, and the stormy waves are surging.
Dan Qing is full of books, and the golden pen is a little strong. The medicated liquor is fragrant, warm, brave and healthy, and has qi invigorating and refreshing effects.
The mountains and rivers are flourishing, and the Gaomi new flag sings strong winds. Praise the beauty of Gaomi Mountain and comment on Gaomi's achievements.
Half of the heroes are in Tengchong, and they are full of blood. Take a few photos of the cloister, and nine liters of spirits are intoxicating.
The spring breeze is warm and rich, and ten thousand mu of red beams are plastic jade que. ? According to red legend, high-density love is a hundred miles high and the wind blows red waves.
Kill the enemy and the Japanese aggressors with guns, and bomb the anti-party mountain with guns. Hunting flags, burning swords and cold blades.
Passion and thorns sweep away and liberate the people. Hope to adopt, thank you.
5. What poems describe "sorghum"? 1. The seventh story of a child hero. He has a brother who helps people do business in Jingdong.
Speaking of my family, there is still a bowl of porridge to drink, because we have been in Henan for three consecutive years, and we are very flustered. These people either borrow a bucket of sorghum from this family or ask that family for several liters of beans. Where can I afford it? Say' no' and they'll say grab it hard. I told my wife that this place is uninhabitable.
We discussed .. 2. I'm afraid time waits for no one, and it's a moment early. I don't know when my uncle will come, so I'd better try to persuade him again. "
Li Qing said with a smile, "Grandma really won't go, but I have a concern: Grandma likes sorghum shochu best, and she sleeps when she drinks too much. I'll persuade him, and I'll get him drunk and put him in the car, and he won't leave.
It's a waste of time to eat him halfway and wake up and shout. "The two ladies said with a smile," ... 3. "Nature opens things, and it suits me." They didn't meet each other.
No matter the size of the millet, it always depends on the fertility of the land and the harm of the season. Song Confucianism was bound by Su's law and was not established.
He Liang was named Huangmi. Sticky millet can make wine, and reed millet is called sorghum, which is seven feet high, such as reed millet.
There are many names of Liang Xiaomi, depending on the millet. Its name is due to surname, landscape, shape or season. In short, they cannot be enumerated. Shandong people .. 4. The wife in Volume 11 of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio is lighter than killing people.
Jia Yin 18 years old, rebelled against San Francisco, went south as a soldier, raised horses in the county town, and all the women were defiled. When it rains heavily, the water in the field is a lake, and there is no one at all, so I put a fork into the sorghum bushes.
Soldiers know that riding naked, having fun in the water, rarely leave. But Zhang's wife didn't squat down and openly stayed at home.
There is a kitchen, and I dig a few feet deep with my husband at night. Cover the thin one, and add .. 5. "The Ninetieth Time of Dangkou Zhi" "Too much respect for knowing my heart, my humble opinion is just that. It's just that I respect food too much, so I must not pass through Laiwu Valley. The terrain around Changchengling is the most dangerous, and we are afraid that thieves and soldiers will be there and cut off our route for providing foodstuff.
The big statue can be solved by a detour from Gaoliangtun. Similar to the Qinglong flood season in Boshan County, when a thief is encountered, officers and men will come at once to ensure safety. "
Lu Shao replied: "What the general saw was absolutely true, and the subordinates obeyed the dispatch." .
6. The sentence about sorghum describes the sentence about sorghum.
1. Autumn, in this charming season, leaves are falling from the branches, flocks of geese fly southward in a herringbone shape, pieces of mature sorghum are like endless sunset clouds, and golden autumn chrysanthemums bloom more brilliantly in autumn.
2. Father's love is wine, not as refreshing and pleasant as beer, not as elegant as red wine, not as light as yellow wine, not as pure and strong as vodka. Father's love is homemade sorghum wine with mellow aroma and full stamina!
When the first autumn wind blows through the fields, the rice is dyed yellow and the sorghum is dyed red, people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The ears of rice are bent, and the farmers in the fields are also suntanned with smiles on their faces.
7. The sentence describing sorghum 1. The slender sorghum elephant wears a red hat. Red sorghum bends down and smiles from time to time. Sorghum, like the sea, raised the torch and burned up half the sky. In autumn, sorghum is like a shy little girl, "flushed."
Finally, I hope the sorghum is ripe. Jujube-red shells and pearl-white seeds are crystal clear in the sun, and the spikes bloom like smoke flowers and hang like rainbows, which is really pleasing to the eye.
The third sentence sorghum is like a drunken red-faced man. Red sorghum ears, full of seeds, bulging, shining in the sun. Red sorghum. Like countless torches, it reflects the sky.
Never seen such a lush sorghum field, I saw a brilliant green spreading on the land and merging into a rich ocean. Look carefully at the tall and straight sorghum, each tree is stretching its hard leaves, like a mighty general. That string of chubby ears of wheat hung down from the air, bending the thin branches, like a soldier who bowed his head, always with his heavy head down.
8. The sentence describing sorghum Qiu Feng is also a master of color matching. She came to the field and handed the red to sorghum, who waved to her happily. She came to the orchard and gave the orange to the persimmon. Seen from a distance, persimmon looks like a small lantern. She came to the forest and painted the maple with red paint. It looks like a flame rolling. She came to ...
Summer, summer crops and plants, such as rice, sorghum, corn, soybeans, etc. Under the irrigation of the farmer's uncle's hard work and sweat, they are growing wildly and everywhere is green. Slowly, the watermelon is ripe and the grapes are ripe. Watermelon, green and white, rolled lazily on the ground; Grape with purple face, like a crystal ball, hanging on the vine. It is very interesting for children to fish and catch loach in rice fields and lobster and crab in rivers.