Grain Rain's Modern Poetry Reading 1 1, Grain Rain
Gently, there you are.
Bring a wisp of Xia Guang.
With a moon
You gently knock on the waiting door of the village.
Put your love into it.
Hold it in everyone's hands
Plant it quickly, plant it quickly.
Chunyu refueling
Be moved by the earth
Second, Grain Rain.
Spring turns and dies.
Raindrops stamped on the ground.
Maybe, she really wants to put everything.
Including my heart, soaked in silk.
When the hot sun comes,
Offer a rainbow
Third, Grain Rain.
All the greens are drunk.
An open plan is brewing, and eventually
Solve the mystery by surprise
Surging and swelling, everything seems to be out of control.
Everything is dormant in silence again.
Perhaps, a short shower.
I opened the window lattice in early summer.
Fourth, Grain Rain.
A crop emerges from the soil.
Meet Grain Rain.
There is a sneer.
Where is the valley?
(But this meeting. )
Is it raining?
(usually a false proposition))
Here comes a bird.
Wander around
Peck a bug.
Before the farmers came.
Fly away in a hurry
At this moment
There is no point in mocking.
Crops grow one after another.
Who knows?
a violent gust of wind
A rain
In this spring
How to go deep into the next season
Verb (abbreviation of verb) Grain Rain
There is a great drought in the world.
From the Qin Dynasty to the Republic of China
Rice is hungry for food.
One of the only good days.
Also let the three great happy events
Exclusive papaya
The temperature pulls out the bull market yang line.
Lock the bag tightly, grain by grain.
Fortunately, the son of heaven has compassion.
In great excitement
Release100000 scattered flowers in Lingxiao Concert Hall.
The bustling three Wan Li rivers and mountains
The pot is boiling. Second, third, Laojiu.
The flags of the armies of dragons, phoenixes, bears, tigers and wolves are waving and shaking.
Sixth, Grain Rain in spring.
Meat wings that grow in winter
Withered in thunder
Slide feebly
Light rain in spring
thunder
Your voice
It's a bird on my branch.
In every rainy season
The lines that support the chin with both hands.
Roughly put you
sketch
thunder
Your lightning
It is the sun in my heart.
Children who lack sunshine.
Trying to get you
look around
thunder
Your simple hope
Grain Rain in spring.
Put bamboo shoots in spring
Play a spring nursery rhyme.
Singing opera aria without makeup
light
Behind you is Grain Rain in spring.
Hold the willow tree in your heart straight.
Dump fat
Seven, Grain Rain.
It used to be Qingming.
Then there is mango
Teenagers who started wearing camouflage clothes and casual shorts.
Seems to suddenly stand in front of me.
He has a swollen Adam's apple and furry lips and looks covered.
Weeds and flowers in the whole yard
The exciting thing is that his voice became hot after he broke the sound, which sounded like
A valley duck is running on the road, no
It is as bright as a turtledove singing on a branch.
In this life, it must be his own feelings, his own.
Every moment, some people who enter the plot can't stop.
For example, if you have insomnia, an extra string will vibrate.
For example, when the pods in the mountains are ripe, they will make a crisp cracking sound.
The water in the small river suddenly turned to the big river.
The river is also full of water and sails.
Eight, Grain Rain
The cuckoo crows, and the spring cattle enter April.
The newly dug soil pricked up my ears.
Listen to the wind and rain, splash the green fields.
The village signs are all assembled on rice paper.
Wash the pen, grind the ink and describe it, and there is no time for the wind to blow the willow.
The mood is wider than that of vilen, and the swallows shuttle.
Scan the signature and fly the white strip.
The new moon rolls up and harvests beans and wheat in the sky.
The star drank too much and got drunk in the rice field.
Frogs sound like thunder, catching up with the starry night.
Open the next page, there is more than one star.
This is a baby swimming.
Modern poetry recitation describes the seasons in Grain Rain and Grain Rain.
Mud and paste tremble, pigeons blow their feathers.
Farmers' hoes
Be awakened one by one. Village in April
Ordering beans to grow melons, transplanting seedlings is busy.
Grain Rain, from ancient wisdom.
It holds the hope of farmers and moistens things silently.
There are a few small rules
Call the wind and rain to give birth to hundreds of valleys
Guan Hai building
Blue waves are rippling.
Go with the flow again and again, ups and downs
Extend to the vastness beyond. A bird
Want to cross the dream
Looking at the sea upstairs, the wind is high.
Five peaks and six ridges are layered on top of each other.
The mountains and rivers are mixed and have a sense of bone.
There is also a sense of movement and layering.
Looking back. A touch of rosy clouds
Paint the sky deep red.
Beautiful images stand in the dusk.
See how the sunset is a sea of bamboo, inscription postscript.
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Continue to smash cups tonight.
Bury the seeds of indulging in singing.
The posture and scene of having a drink
It is similar to the original.
Quiet town
The sound of rain is close to inner softness.
In the light on the other side
Will there be beautiful women standing by the door?
Grain Rain listened to the rain.
Start with a seed.
The branches on the branches sang for the third time.
Music in the field
When a person falls down,
A little closer to the window table
The falling rain drowned out the noise.
The image superimposed in front of you.
A pot of good wine was ironed for a long time.