In daily study, work or life, when it comes to poetry, everyone must be familiar with it. The language of poetry is concise and vivid, with a distinctive rhythm. So what kind of poems are classics? Below is a collection of modern poems describing Guyu that I have collected. You are welcome to share them.
1. "Grain Rain"
Grain Rain hasn't come yet
There is some greenery
In my wet mind, it breaks through the ground
Every time it rains
it grows greener and darker
until it spreads endlessly
Spreading out into me The main color of the dream
Those are the seedlings sown by my father
One by one, row by row
I planted them in my diary under the lamp< /p>
I know
I am a crop planted by my father
No matter how far I go
The touch that takes root deep in the soil< /p>
There will always be changes with the twenty-four solar terms
The weather is uncertain, and you know the cold and heat
2. Grain Rain Season
Cross The fence of Qingming will soon reach the threshold of Guyu
Guyu has rain, and the rain will produce hundreds of grains
Plant the seeds and reap the fruits
The rain moistens the vast earth
The fertile earth ripples
The rhythm of plant growth
And the long-lost horn
The cuckoo’s song ripens
People’s longing eyes
The cuckoo’s cry tears it apart
The anxiety in people’s hearts
< p> Therefore, in the Grain Rain seasonIn front of and behind the house, men, women and children of all ages
Treat labor as enjoyment
Plant hope into the soil
Passing through the garden, the fresh rainwater
Cleaning up the old marks on the branches and my body
That’s it! I can take the Zen attitude
Feel free to approach the belly of a strange city
If you can encounter a peach blossom in full bloom
This life is rare. Jiguo
After Guyu, I The fugue mode will be turned on
Shake hands with the warm spring and say goodbye
This looks like my childhood friend
Crying, summer will laugh out loud< /p>
4. "Father's Grain Rain"
Grain Rain hasn't come yet
There is some greenery
It broke ground in my wet psychology And out
Every time it rains
, it grows greener and darker
until it spreads endlessly
The main color of my dream
Those are the seedlings sown by my father
One by one, row by row
I planted them in my diary under the lamp
I know
I am a crop planted by my father
No matter how far I go
The one that takes root deep in the soil The sense of touch
will always follow the changes of the twenty-four solar terms
The clouds and sunshine are uncertain, and the cold and heat are self-aware
5. "Grain Rain"
Spring is here and flowers are blooming
The lotus pond is green and the duckweeds are waking up
Another season of life is flourishing in spring
The pear blossoms are white and the swallows are here
The busyness of the new season has begun again and prosperity
The peach pistils are pink and the remaining red is gone
The embryo of the fruit is hiding in the sun and sleeping soundly
Peonies are newly red, and the national beauty is fragrant
The garden is full of spring colors, beautiful and bright in the grain rain
The streets are green and the mulberry leaves are crazy
Waiting for a year The hoopoe is singing joyfully
The mountains and plains are full, and the cuckoos are red
The dream of the valley is ignited and the years of the river are red
The Grain Rain season is good for farming
Spring is here, cuckoo cuckoo
The hard-working villagers held the old cow
They picked up the plowshare and sang the song of spring plowing
The old cow Singing the moo to the plowshare
Turning over the land one after another
Sowing the seeds of a new season and looking forward to the harvest of the next season
The fertile black Land, a drop of sweat
Smashed eight petals. Silently recounting the hardships of life
Witnessing the ancestors with their faces turned to the loess and their backs to the sky
The golden rapeseed flowers attracted countless
butterflies and bees.
Smiling in the Spring Breeze
The song of Grain Rain, the most beautiful flowers bloom in the wrinkles of the old farmer’s eyes
It is the time to plant dreams during the Grain Rain season
The patter of Grain Rain brings longing to the ground
Brings relief. Ideal seeds are buried in the soil
Germinate in the field of hope and grow into pride
In the spring fields, Grain Rain is an endless imagination
Willow leaves are My long hair, lotus leaves are the hem of my skirt
Peonies are my face, camellia embellishes my smile
Blue and white are my most beautiful cheongsam, the one stretched out diagonally< /p>
Oil-paper umbrellas dyed red by cuckoos come one after another
The ancient porcelain capital, the long rainy alleys
Have you ever seen a graceful lady? A beautiful woman strolls
Her smile is bright red, on this rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River
Resting on her literary dream, letting her forever young heart fly
In Guyu< /p>
Standing in front of the mirror of time
I saw the frosty texture like schistosomiasis attached to the temples
Across the sea of ??time
I choked up repeatedly and couldn't hide my sadness
Finally I couldn't control it
The dam of my heart suddenly collapsed
I no longer just face you with the bright sunshine
Let me be my true self
I will pour out all the grievances I have hidden
And then welcome tomorrow with a new attitude
Dawn
Grain Rain, Guyu
It comes so skillfully and in time
The fields are green and green, and the fields are vertical and horizontal
Wheat, wheat< /p>
That is the wheat of Haizi
That is the support for reproduction
The smell of thin green
Joyful in the dawn wind
Large tracts of rapeseed flowers in the distance
Translucent light yellow
No makeup, no need to carve
The grand and meticulous The yellow color
It is the sun’s secret autumn waves in March
The peonies are blooming and the spring grass is growing
I am already unfamiliar with working
For The words find excuses
Grain Rain, that is the spring dew
In the fields, beside the mountain trails
A border of thatch, rows of mangosteens
Like a galloping lion
Training to become a soldier
Guyu, Guyu
You arrived as promised, a puppet in the soil
Ready for the journey tomorrow
After so many days
The dream is still so fresh
It’s like just waking up< /p>
There is still talk in sleep at the corner of the mouth
Guyu, Guyu
Do you remember the road to the city closest to me
The song "Two Springs" Reflecting the Moon
The sound of the piano has not faded
That time your laughter was covered in disguise
That smile was more miserable than crying
Grain Rain, Guyu
Before the sun sets
I want to find that soil
I am a flower that can bloom only in Guyu
< p>Leave itThe spiritual song will be dim
The wings will no longer be delicate
The March months will be wiped out in the wind of Guyu
The beauty of April is at its end
There is love in the water, achieving Buddhahood
The pious prayer tube is filled with God’s words
Get rid of the reincarnation Bitterness
Waiting for the rising sun
This is Guyu’s heartfelt voice
I just want to be the quietest traveler
In the simple world of mortals In the Glory
Listen to the last cry of spring
6. Grain Rain Season
The soil pulses and the doves ruffle their feathers
The farmer's hoe
was woken up one by one. Village in April
Ordering beans, planting melons, and busy transplanting rice seedlings
Grain Rain comes from ancient wisdom
It holds the hope of farmers and moisturizes things silently< /p>
A few crows of zigui
Call the rain to bring forth hundreds of grains
7. Guanhai Tower
Thousands of hectares of blue waves are rippling
Repeatedly follow the tide of your heart, ups and downs
Stretching further and further into the vastness.
A flying bird
Wanting to travel through the dreamland
On the sea view building, facing the wind at a high altitude
Five peaks and six ridges are layered upon each other
< p> The mountains and rivers are repeated, with a sense of bonesAlso a sense of movement and layering
Looking back.
A touch of rosy glow
Has painted the sky crimson
A beautiful shadow stands in the dusk
See how the setting sun turns into a sea of ??bamboo, postscript
Eight , Qinghe Garden Poetry Club
Tonight, continue to use the smashing of cups as a sign
Lay the groundwork for indulgent singing
The posture and scene of drinking from a cup to another
It is actually similar to the beginning
The small town is quiet
The sound of rain has been close to the softness of the heart
Under the lights on the other side
Is there a beautiful woman standing by the door?
9. Listening to the Rain in Grain Rain
Let’s start from a seed
The cuckoo on the branch crows for the third time
In the field The movement of
One after another
Get closer to the window sill
The patter of rain passes through the hustle and bustle
Superimpose the image in front of you< /p>
A pot of fine wine, ironing and long-lost comfort