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Cattle herding ci
My horn is bent, my oxtail is bald,
* * * came piccolo and whip, south Longdong hillock to each other.
The sun is setting, the grass is far away, the cows are hungry, and only I know;
Sing on the cow, the cow sits down and lies next to the cow at night.
I'm not worried about cattle that have been grazing for many years, but I'm afraid of losing rent and selling my cattle.
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The poem describes the innocence and liveliness of the shepherd boy, the joy of herding with him, the deep affection for cattle, and the cruelty of exploitation from fear of selling cattle and losing rent. Well, me: shepherds are commensurate with each other.
[Original] Cattle (Chang Yin) Author: Chang Zuo Yin
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You were brave when you were young.
Don't even care about tigers.
When I grow up, I have no fighting spirit.
Weakness, numbness, self-destruction
Being led by the nose all day
Became a very honest slave
Cow, your inner spirit.
Where have they all gone?
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You get up early and get greedy for black.
Work hard for the master
What can be exchanged is the master's death whip.
But you always stand in silence.
Niu, your old friend.
Where have they all gone?
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Cattle prose poems
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Niu Xunwen/Anping
The cow is lost.
What a good old cow that is.
Not expensive
Disguised as a legitimate annual salary
Not to mention amazing.
Arbitrary official consumption
Will not be overbearing.
gesture
And not cheating.
deceive one's superiors and delude one's subordinates
it will be
not say/utter a word
Just ask for dedication
Don't ask for it.
Work diligently and conscientiously
Work hard regardless of criticism
Eat grass.
The milk was squeezed out.
oh
It suddenly occurs to me
Its milk is absolutely green food.
No smell.
pollution-free
Rich in essential nutrients for the Chinese nation?
Unknown.
But carries the Chinese nation.
Great glory
From the ancient wilderness
Come to the present
Very quiet.
But it shows indomitable spirit.
Inspire Chinese descendants
Every generation is stronger than the next.
Lean against it
We crossed the height of the mountain and the depth of the water.
Difficulties/setbacks encountered
Lean against it
We have a victory.
Created countless new glories.
This is our family heirloom.
Throw it away.
Our country will have no soul.
Throw it away.
Our bones will be short of calcium.
Throw it away.
Our life will lose its coordinates.
Throw it away.
What do we take to raise the next generation?
I'm looking for a cow
Be sure to get it back.
I'm looking for
Want to follow the track of history
Search all the way
But I found the beheading right in front of my eyes.
This may get me into trouble.
This worries me.
There's not a trace.
How should I know?
Where's the cow?
Where should I go?
I'm wandering
Want to go?
Mr. Lu Xun asked for advice
Because, sir
Know cattle best
I find
Mr. Wang is still very tall
An unyielding head
Look into the distance
Thick eyebrows and tight wrinkles
I wonder if Mr. Wang is here.
Think seriously
still there/be still
Worry gloomily
A piece of manuscript paper
Spread out on the table
It is densely covered.
It's covered with a word
cattle
Is Mr. Wang looking for cows, too?
Towards the boundless land
Towards an infinite universe
I've been calling.
just come back
Diligent old cow
The motherland can't live without you.
Because of the great motherland
It depends on your spine.
just come back
Diligent old cow
People can't live without you
Because great people
It depends on your milk.
I'm on the phone.
Keep calling.
Although I know
I am a humble person.
The sound made
Very very weak
But I still want to
Keep calling.
Come back early.
Hard-working cattle
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cattle
Jing and Xiaoqing turtle are published in tea to increase fragrance.
Cattle are easy to satisfy, but eat a pile of yellow hay and drink a few spoonfuls of dirty water.
Nevertheless, it still has no regrets, draws its last strength from its tired muscles and dedicates it to the heavy plow.
The cow is very silent, standing there like a mature poet, ruminating like chewing an eternal poem.
Cows are loyal. His big eyes are beautiful and he always looks at his master lovingly. Even if the whip in his hand rings again, he will lower his head and swallow the terrible pain into his stomach.
Cows are simple. Sunset is a bloody dusk. When the last inch of land is plowed, I will struggle to look back at the loess covered with my own sweat.
The language of cattle is very simple. Only after work, when they are panting, will they proudly look up and say, Mou-
The cow is helpless. In the bullring, people like to provoke it with boring games. When people cruelly push it to the bottom line of kindness, it will tell its horror and sadness with rush and anger. When the matador finally pierced his heart with a sharp long knife, people had to put on a coat of fierce beasts outside his simple soul.
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Cow related articles/cold months
Editor's note: In fact, farmers have deep feelings for cows.
Speaking of honesty and loyalty
I thought of cows.
Workers who buy the most power.
I have worked hard for you all my life
Become delicious on the table.
Cattle are the backbone of farmers.
This is a belief that will not fail in the mountains.
When I think of cows, I think of them.
My old grandfather.
The yellow land that raised me
I am related to cattle.
Work hard on the three-foot stage
Willing to contribute but thankless.
Even swearing should be built in.
I admire cow's character very much.
I laughed at its incompetence.
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cattle
I drove the cow into the field.
Father gave me a plow.
I shouted solemnly.
I wish I could study agriculture.
The cow was silent.
Father was silent.
The cow plowed the ground several times.
My father walked along the ridge several times.
I put the whip on the cow's back
My father stared at me.
I am not a cow.
I'm shouting cattle.
I am a cow.
My father yelled at me on the ridge.
Father is not a cow.
He has been walking along the ridge.
Father is a cow.
He pulled the plow in my heart.
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[Cattle of the Day] Category: Poetry
"Cattle of the Day"
For the first time in history.
I'm afraid it has nothing to do with cows.
Cattle that have struggled in the fields for thousands of years.
Laid off, the first and last time forever.
Once it had the most sacred and heavy name in China.
It has a glorious past.
Have a successful career
Today, it exchanged the struggle of previous lives for the sorrow of future generations.
Today, all cows, big and small, are going to the execution ground.
I read sadness from the calf's eyes.
It is also the sorrow of many cows.
Do our descendants remember the name of the cow after 1000 years?
Do you remember its legendary life?
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cattle
Very loyal. Brown hair.
Bend your horns like a sheep.
Stubborn but loving his children.
Live with us day after day.
The whistle has no feelings for its heart.
The mouse was crawling on one side, and it was sad to miss it.
A calf with tender white hooves.
People didn't leave it to their children.
It didn't enjoy the first time.
On the dilapidated earth wall
Nail its brown skin with steel nails.
Soon its children will have the same fate as it.
The rude man put a rope around his neck.
Take its children to the cattle slaughterhouse.
Poor sad.
The horn was buried in the soil.
It will dream of its own green grassland and young children!
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Niuti
Water can deny that cattle are using hooves.
Xiushan embroidered on the wound of the mountain.
Grains and clouds
The scene is like a mother mending a village.
On the mountainside or at the top of a valley.
This cow is calm and patient.
Smell it occasionally and beat your tail.
Sunlight is on its back and grass roots are at its feet.
Stones and trees are in front and behind it.
We sleep on the dirt.
We are close to the cows, and we are like a group of children.
Sing some pure songs around the cows.
Snow mountain has not yet collapsed, white hail and black whirlwind.
Still beyond the distant sea, the mountains are still
A complete brocade blooms everywhere.
Flower hoof is the most beautiful one.
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Modern poetry is great! Cattle ... (recommended by editor)
I said cow.
It's not a bison that no one dares to mess with.
He is an old ox who has been burdened with a lifetime.
A docile, kind and silent ox.
A bull with powerful horns.
Cows are eating grass silently.
Silently accumulate strength and enthusiasm.
Silently waiting for the host's cry.
You will work hard with enthusiasm and unremitting efforts.
People say that scalpers are not old.
But it will get old eventually.
When you are too old to work in the fields.
Will be mercilessly killed by the master.
Cattle can't stop the tears flowing downwards.
This teardrop, the size of a bean, flows downwards like this.
Let the master with a heart of stone feel bitter.
But I still hold high a 20-pound stuffy hammer.
A hammer hit the old cow's aging head.
The cow did not move and said nothing.
Tears the size of broad beans
Just drop by drop.
The ox looked at it in despair.
The master of this miserable world has a heart of stone.
The host also shed bitter tears.
At the same time, hold high a 20-pound stuffy hammer.
The workhorse said with a sigh.
"Who told you you were a cow!"
I seem to have read the eyes of a cow.
"Why don't you just give me a knife!"
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Cattle —— Translated by Altai Chakeqin
Cows are real.
If you have something to say, just say it to the cow.
Cows like grass.
People like to eat meat.
Cangshanha
Why are you crying?
Why did you fall?
Crystal blue planet.
Dignified
Meditate.
Unbridled absurdity.
There has never been a happy luck.
A book without lies.
The ending is full of intestines.
Annotations are shiny boots.
The protagonist is a stumbling block, a whip and a knife.
till the seas dry up and the rocks crumble ...
Lovers' promises are always the same.
Is it true?/You don't say. I asked.
That is patience. The cow said.
Cleisthenes is donating.
Poor charity.
It hurts the spirit of the cold star.
Pick up the beauty of white clouds.
Non-repayable debt
A focused hand.
Footnotes of integrity and persistence.
A focused explanation.
In the forties
A woman in rags
Tie it with an ox cart
Go to the market
Precisely
My mother.
That's a patchwork of memories.
That's the future line of poetry.
at present
I heard it again.
Cleisthenes Strait.
see
It shines brightly.
Those forgotten lights.
Thirteenth century
On the way to move.
This light
Flashing on the axis.
You are the fire of Arigler.
Your original Mongolian poem.
You shine.
national
Ups and downs.
Oh, your noble light
Please allow me.
Goodbye.
I used to be
Cowherd.
In that vast
On the grassland,
Clouds are supported by horns.
So is the sun.
Cut it into three pieces.
I used to be
Cowherd.
Should it be like this?
Like a cow
Pure?
Should it be like this?
Like a cow
Silence?
Cristini
Truth, goodness and beauty.
Cristini
Persistent sadness.
Note: ① Arigler: Mongolian, dried cow dung.
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