There is a legend in the countryside that a member of the Communist Party of China planted sorghum on five acres of land. Later, it actually grew into a big tree, and you could enjoy the coolness under the whirling ears - Su Jin Umbrella
Twist the sorghum grains gently, and you will get red sorghum wine. How can it match your blood and spirituality if it is not a large coarse porcelain bowl handed down from your ancestors. ——Su Jinsan
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living there where the white clouds are. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. The autumn wind blows with colors, and I choose sorghum as the tip of my pen. The clear water expresses the loftiness, and the white clouds spread into the poem. The grouse spreads its wings to reflect the green color, and the reed duck rides on the waves to climb into the blue sky. As you climb high, your eyes wide open, you suddenly hear a roar, and all kinds of weather comes to you. ——Du Mu?
Biology can withstand drought and hardship, and when the rain comes, it will drink enough and the leaves will grow. In the early autumn, the trees are full of trees, and the humble and mature people are praised. ——Withered trees and green grass
The red sorghum, like countless torches, reflects the sky red. The fiery red sorghum ears are studded with plump, pearl-like fruits, nodding and smiling at the hardworking people in the breeze. ——Anonymous
The beautiful mountains and rivers compose a triumphant song, and Gaomi’s achievements can be commented upon. A half-hearted hero takes charge, and a passion for success accomplishes many things. Several photos of Dou Xingkui in the corridor, nine liters of strong wine drunk in the heart. The spring breeze warms the swamp, and the rich are surrounded by thousands of acres of red beams and jade palaces. ——Anonymous
In the life of sorghum, should I endure such punishment for my frivolity in the first half of my life, or should I not hand over all the seeds I bargained for? ——Anonymous
In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn, and millet, the chirping of autumn insects resounded one after another. Grasshoppers also occasionally added a few accompaniments, and the sounds of earth blowing bugs continued intermittently. Blowing chilli. Willow trees hang down their branches quietly on the roadside, casting shadows over the winding path covered with wild grass. ——Anonymous
The rocks in the mountains still have reason, and the trees in the mountains still have branches. Life is not made of wood or stone. I would rather not think about it after a long separation. Feeling sad, I walked into the vestibule and looked up at the passing clouds. The traveling clouds follow the long wind, fluttering away wherever they go. The traveling clouds are sometimes fixed, and wanderers have no time to return. Gaoliang first returns to Yan, and Peijun is sad first. Isn't it painful to live, and the dead are like this? What happened now? We went to Shangshan to collect sesame seeds. ——?Wang Shouren
Age is so majestic, the high beams reach into the sky. There are twelve layers of flying stairs, floating in the middle of the sky. Behold the Northern Star above, and see the lights below. The breeze is flowing, and the auspicious clouds are flying. When I stood on it, I could clearly see in all directions. Mountains and rivers are far away, and the universe is so vast. The majestic phoenix has gone far away, and the kites are soaring together. In memory of the Xuanyuan family, I was wandering around in exile.
——Xu Youzhen