golden autumn
New Di
The garden smells of red fruit.
On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
Village voice
Xu zhimo
The boat moved slowly in the shade of weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listen to the sounds in the distance,-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There are many jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrustment and infinite ethereal spirit disappear;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
village
The countryside before the wheat harvest
It's too quiet in the field.
Golden maimang
The wind is blowing.
It's too quiet in the field.
In a distant village
Melodious cock crow
It's too quiet in the field.
Two donkeys, one big and one small.
Into the corner of my eye.
It's too quiet in the field.
Eyes lurking in the wheat ridge
Beware of trouble.
It's too quiet in the field.
Like some kind of precursor before the war
It's like a deep night
Waiting for the Light
Country Love
Who broke the silence in the silent morning,
It's a dawn morning in the country.
At this dawn, the countryside is growing,
The rooster crows nearby, and the birds crow in the distant valley.
I walked alone in a prosperous village,
The red peach blossoms are fading,
Trembling leaves are full of lies of spring,
Swallows flying in the air forgave the storm,
The river surrounds the whole village like velvet.
As if entrusted with the call of childhood.
Willow buds and fragrant grass are all over the world,
The faint floral fragrance intoxicated the delicate pink butterfly,
The soft grass calls for cattle and sheep.
It seems to wake up the sun and get up early.
At this time, smoke billowed from the farm yard.
The country road is full of wonderful laughter.
Even the stream near the village has ducks and geese playing.
I took a deep breath of the unique country air,
Ah, how natural and fresh.
In front of me, it is a thriving color.
Forget the silent world, and your heart will gradually become peaceful.
Moths in the garden are whispering,
I saw some grass sprouting.
Frogs croak in the distance,
Ah, my country, the voice of the country,
All this seems so natural and kind.
Although the morning mist hangs over the country road,
It's hard for people to tell at the moment,
All this is not just a natural sight.
Noble string are finally played to that world,
The morning fog finally disappeared before my eyes,
The farmers rushed to the fields with hoes on their shoulders.
I saw pigeons flying in the clear sky.
Seeing the tall buildings stand tall,
Seeing the rugged road become straight and flat,
See the pace of the times and play the music of peace.
Is moving forward with passionate fighting spirit.
This is the call and expectation of the countryside.
Everything adds infinite glory to the countryside!
I took a deep breath of the unique country air,
My heart is full of different kinds of love.
All this gives people a hazy aesthetic feeling. At the same time,
It also brings people a sense of hope and drunkenness!
Country Xia Yue
Holding a cup of black tea, leaning against the window,
Reach out to pick the moon overhead,
Suddenly find
She has escaped;
Bend over,
Try to pick it up.
The murmur of water under your feet,
She's still calling deeper.
Hiding in the quilt,
Have a charming dream:
Facing the window lattice of the moon,
Covering the mouth of Yutu,
Peep at Chang 'e's new love;
Stepping on a cool stream,
Hee hee among the grass and stones,
Read the lingering feelings of fish and shrimp;
Liu Yong chased the waning moon when he was awake.
Tie her firmly under the buttonwood tree in the yard,
Until she promised to get out for a long time ...
Frogs in the fragrance of rice,
Shuttling by my bed,
Rub the spiritual scroll.
Suck the loneliness in the wine,
Listen to the frog's cry,
A spasm in my heart:
Silence and noise are the faces of the night,
They never stop changing,
Deduct the two ends of adult life.
In the long and fuzzy night,
Several children appeared on the concrete road,
Their schoolbags contain my childhood dreams:
Out of the house
Building a beautiful urban garden ...
Country boulevard
( 1)
Country avenue,
Like a long bridge without beginning or end!
From our feet to the distant turn of heaven and earth;
Those two tall trees are like the Great Wall.
The huge waves on the green field have been cleared.
Oh, country avenue,
Like a golden silk tapestry!
All cities, villages, mountains, plains,
They all call it a string of jewels;
This string of jewels is intertwined,
We will create our embroidered mountains and waters!
(2)
Cai Xiang Avenue is also like a steep Yellow River!
Every river has at least nine bends and eighteen folds;
And every song, every folding, often encounters a sudden storm.
Oh, Cai Xiang Street is like a dry ravine!
There are more stones and grass on it than the waves of the Yellow River.
Travelers through the ages, who can't stand their bumps!
(3)
Country road, I have been crawling on it since the beginning of my life;
When I was out of my mother's arms, I had to walk on it;
If I hadn't climbed on it, I might still be a dwarf.
Oh, the country road, all the local products should be on the road from here.
All heroic sons and daughters must go in and out of it;
Whoever comes has a bright future, and if he doesn't come, he will have to die of old age.
(4)
Country Avenue, I love your long-term and broad,
I can't help loving your precipitousness and your sudden storm;
What a wonderful life it would be if you could only dance on the tile floor!
Oh, Cai Xiang Street, I love your brightness and abundance.
I cannot help loving your ups and downs;
Without such mountains and rivers, how can the world of gold be opened!