Modern Poetry of Cattle 1 Praise Cattle
Oxcart is slow.
I waved a whip.
Illuminate the dust all the way
Cows are stupid.
Reel angle
Unable to control the curve of the road
accidentally
Open the page of the calendar that is a year late.
Cows bow their heads and bow their backs.
Exciting ploughshare soil wave
Ring my meditation frost flower
Whips are brittle.
hurried
Autumn wind rolls to paint life.
But I didn't leave hoofprint.
Grass is like grass.
Give Niu Yi a physique.
The tears of cattle
No one has ever wiped it.
Silently bear my insult
The whip wants my glory.
If you are a cow, live for me.
The figure of the cow gradually disappeared.
Memories are always there.
Gentle, honest and beautiful
How many times have you made me cry?
That helpless and silent stupidity
Used to let me play.
But you gave me a poor life.
No bullwhip
Walk into the corner of history
Under the red walls and green trees
Looking for a little spiritual sustenance
Fenjinniu plastic made me realize.
That cow is still alive
Niu's Modern Poetry 2 "Yellow Cattle"
On the western hills,
The sun is burning.
Two backs,
One is the father,
One is the ox at home.
Behind the bull is,
A father carrying a pole;
In front of my father,
A scalper with a dung bag.
One step is a cow, one step is a father.
Embark on a never-ending road.
The cow's saddle and his father's shoulder pole squeaked.
The gasps of father and cow,
Form a beautiful movement.
done
Where my father is, the cow is there,
Where the cow is, the father is.
Niu's Modern Poetry 3 "Niu"
Dawn has not yet woken up.
The fog permeated the village.
Brush away the residual fatigue
The cow followed its father silently.
Step by step on the dirt road in the country
The iron plow rode on his father's shoulder.
I don't know what to say.
The breath exhaled by cattle through their nostrils.
Be swallowed up by fog.
The end of the road. Wheat field after autumn
Through the palm of the fog
Show a stiff face
Cattle pull an iron plow and walk in the furrow.
Take a deep breath at every step.
Father holds the plough handle in his right hand.
The whip in his left hand whipped the fog.
As soon as the sweat rolled, it got into the soil.
The sun dispersed the fog and lay down.
Burp on the ground with a smile.
Father squatted on the ground.
Ba is smoking an old cigarette.
The cow stood beside her father, thinking silently.
The tail behind him shook.
Tired or lazy?
Niu's Modern Poetry 4 "On Flowers"
Flower cows are swinging on the grass,
The east is a fish-belly white.
Hua Niu runs on the grass in the morning.
The golden sunshine covered the whole body.
Flower cows dance on the grass,
The grass bent down with joy.
Hua Niu is picking autumn radish in the grass.
I accidentally fell down.
Niu's Modern Poetry 5 "Praise Niu"
Cows are loyal friends of human beings.
A good helper for our farmers,
Work hard, complain, intrigue,
Suffering comes first, enjoying comes last.
Not only can you plow and plough the fields,
Help people grow grain in granaries;
It can also be transported by cart.
Sweat has spread from ancient times to modern times.
Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers,
Go into battle to kill the enemy, mighty.
Legend has it that in the past,
It's hard to defeat the enemy!
Old cow, big buffalo,
Cows, cows and vegetable cows,
Is our good friend.
They all eat grass,
What is offered to us is food, meat and milk.
They are really cute!