Seasonal modern poetry 1 spring scenery
If that rain in Mao Mao form a line,
The breeze caressed your bun.
The lonely boat by the river is poetic,
The strings gently played silence.
The melody is out of order.
Summer light
The sunshine opened the overture,
Cicada broke the silence.
Water vapor whitens the city,
Summer melted the first snow,
Sleeping for thousands of years,
You woke me up.
autumn harvest
Rice fields reflect the yellow land,
Sweat turned into a rainbow.
Despite the trick of fate,
Not afraid of people drowning.
The ears of wheat still turn green,
Tired to smile.
Memories of winter
Cold wind, falling snow, pretending,
Frost remains on your forehead.
Strange and sleepy,
The vows of eternal love are gone.
I'm the only one trapped.
Seasonal Modern Poetry 2 Autumn
This is a season full of joy.
The fields and crops bent over.
In the warm autumn sunshine
Sending out the fragrance of the fields.
Full of the smell of autumn harvest.
autumn
This is a touching season.
The old farmer works hard.
In the vast fields
The crops were praised by people.
Prepare to harvest the hope of autumn.
autumn
It's time for people to solve the problem of food and clothing in the coming year.
It is the season for adult men and women to experience love.
In a long-term relationship
Who are the most industrious young men and women?
The good wish of love begins from this.
I like autumn.
Autumn is picturesque and touching.
There are always poems that people can't stop singing without complaining.
The season that makes me full of hope for life.
In this season
I will bring my own farm tools to help in the fields.
Harvest the life material that can satisfy the desire.
March in the direction of dreaming of a well-off life
Diligence is the essential embodiment of farmers' children
Although spring and summer are very tiring
No regrets.
Believe that your sweat will not flow in vain.
I like the autumn harvest season.
This unusual and particularly meaningful season