Modern poetry of milling wheat

in summer

farmers' grain fields

wheat heaps

have already blocked the threshing floor

wall

You should stop

I'll have a

busy person

Every day I look forward to

the poison day is more and more irritable than every day

.

beep beep beep

The cows are running on the straw

The stone is singing a cheerful song

The grains of wheat are jumping out of the ears of wheat

Jumping dance

The wind mother-in-law comes to entertain

The accordion is pulled up

The wheat piled up in the hills

makes the farmers laugh <