A modern poem describing farm life: farm

Stabilize your emotions.

Sweet and sour fruit,

I liked living like this when I was a child.

Like a distant mountain flowing in front of

A modern poem describing farm life: farm

Stabilize your emotions.

Sweet and sour fruit,

I liked living like this when I was a child.

Like a distant mountain flowing in front of them like a field.

A gurgling stream.

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I stopped at the usual place before going to the field.

Short contact with wild flowers,

Never forget the greedy face of Solanum nigrum when it matures;

When I am tired, I prefer to be played by butterflies.

Listen to the birds, far or near.

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I often spend my lunch in the sugar cane forest.

Disguised as a beetle to avoid his mother;

In the evening, Lindsay jumped into the pond to touch the water chestnut.

When I grow up, I want to enter the factory and cause a sensation.

The bottom of the chimney turns stones into gasoline.

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It is the village that has nurtured me, tolerance and understanding.

When I was young, there were so many ideas about crossing the ocean.

The sun shines on crops and me, and it's hard all the way.

There is always a sentimental season, not spring,

The call to go out, like rain, like wind?

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Last night's dream brought me back.

Verbena beautiful grave! The new city extends northward,

Once again, I wandered in front of the old yard where I lived.

Think of hand-grown corn as taller than a brick wall.

I miss a female cat who is always pregnant and falls in love by mistake.

Author: Lin

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