Modern poems about swallows are as follows:
1. One by one, they carry mud and grass in their mouths. Little by little, build a love nest. Swallow is getting ready to become a mother. Under this unfamiliar roof, she wanted to have children and continue the family line. From the day the baby was born, she chose to take responsibility. Faced with the mouths waiting for food, she had to get up early at night and catch insects mouth to mouth to feed them. When their wings are full, teach them how to fly step by step.
The time of change of seasons. They had to take them with them, these young children. I shed tears and said goodbye to this home that I had worked so hard to build. Flap your wings and fly high into the blue sky. Go to a place where there are dreams and dramas. Find another safe haven.
2. The breeze carries a ray of golden morning light, gently blowing the sleeping swallows. The swallow opened its eyes, ah, the sky has become clear, I am going to feed the babies. The willows in the stream are dancing lightly, the river is humming cheerful songs, dragonflies are dancing on the pond, the hard-working cultivators are calling their cows, and smoke is rising from the chimney.
One, two or three are not enough to feed my children. I will go over there and have a look to see if there are any bugs to catch. The green vegetable gardens are lined up in neat rows, the sprinklers are spreading crystal water droplets, and the orchard is filled with the fragrance of flowers. A few school children jumped up and down. Picked the buds of dandelions on the roadside.