The modern poem 1, which describes the rural landscape, floats 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,
Listening to the sounds far and near,
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,
Entrust and infinite emptiness ―― disappearance;
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.
Modern poems describing landscapes and pastoral areas 2. We have stuck to this land for many years.
Green jungle, vilen, let you and me,
Wandering around every corner like a dream,
Who can understand the interweaving of bitterness and joy under the disorder of time and space?
I don't understand that old partner who fought side by side,
Why disappear day by day,
And left me alone,
Send me a favor to come back and get me drunk.
Until I understand the waste of youth,
Along the road you walked,
Life is like a dream,
Playing is like a life just retired.
Youth makes you and me walk in dreams,
Meet in this land,
I lost my way,
Finally, I accepted the feedback from my dream.
Look down on the loneliness of the past,
Leave me to cry alone,
I left that land with memories of my youth,
The rest of the companions also began to retire.
Growing up makes you and me unknown,
Since then,
If you never forget that we are in the same boat,
Have you ever thought about creating another pastor's association?
This wonderful time is precious,
Youth makes you and me haggard,
I want to create another guild together,
Let's accept the feedback from that dream.
How vast and magnificent modern poems describing landscapes and pastoral areas are.
This is China's land
9,600,000 square kilometres
This is China's land
Guwu Fengying Fruit Tian Mi
Cattle, sheep and fat people live and work in peace.
Ah, China land, China land.
Beautiful and rich land
The river is clear and the mountains are green.
This is China's land
Miracles happen all the time.
This is China's land
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are rippling with eternal magic.
This is China's land
Great changes in urban and rural areas, beautiful mountains and rivers
All walks of life are thriving and the people are happy.
Ah, China land, China land.
Beautiful and rich land
Modern pastoral poetry. The garden is full of red fruits.
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.
Modern poems describing landscapes and pastoral areas 5 friends, spring has arrived.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
Modern poems describing landscapes and pastoral areas. Black moldy straw hat.
Wear it on your white head.
Miss the master of the country
A rickety crutch
Hidden in the cracks of the years
Recall the familiar shadow
Summer country
Harvest again and again.
memory
That straw hat is very old.
until one day
Hanging in the corner
Take out the crutch behind the door
Wipe and wipe
Ask on crutches
Am I getting old, too
My eyes are moist.
I think of my grandfather. ...
afield
Working father
Modern poems describing landscapes and pastoral areas 7. You must pick some fruits.
For whatever reason.
I-I just want to see
Mother smiled slightly.
All the fruits in the village are ripe.
Overflow nostril
Neighbors and children
Passing pedestrians
Choose this mature season
Mother smiled.
It seems that the whole village
She planted them all.
You must be at the moment of fruit entrance.
Say something delicious
For whatever reason.
I-I just want to see
Mother smiled slightly.
Leave me alone in the modern poems describing landscapes and pastoral areas.
Let my tears fly
I am a singer and dancer.
But without an escort.
Listen, who is that music for?
This is the melody
Touched my tears
Tears?
How many tears have you shed?
This is astringent.
Touch your ghost
I am a vagrant.
I am a poor man.
I am a lonely person.
I am a saint.
Leave me alone.
Let my tears fly
Modern poems describing landscapes and pastoral areas 9 When I was at dawn,
read a book
Think about Nietzsche
he said
This is called depravity.
I want to make myself
Humble souls become refined.
The greedy desire becomes dim.
I want to be alone.
Become clear in philosophical texts
Become strong in public life.
Nietzsche said
This is called depravity.
Think about Nietzsche
An idealist of rational religion.
also
Critical, insane, delirious.
All human souls.
Self-content
Think about Nietzsche
You should think of reading.
You should learn to degenerate.