On Modern Female Poetry from Fenli Village

Whenever spring comes, she must have a hard time living through the cold winter. When summer came, she saved enough sweat and shed the autumn harvest.

The rice grains snuggled up to each other, the wind went to rain, and the fists spread out around.

Grasshoppers are whispering in the sleeping fence.

Dew climbed over the fence and soaked the crops.

She puts the sun in a load, and the other end is full of hope.

The left and right lights are so oblique, and the mountain is so down.

Stumbling on a steel skeleton

Tickle, tick, tick.

Cross paths, ridges, cornfields.

Behavior found spacious on a slope higher than green cedar.

Enough to hang the sun in the bare gray sky.

Chaoyun locked her near the unbound bird on the painting screen.

Play pole dancing. The frog came out of the pond. Play with a pole to urge cicadas to sing.

No, there are sheep reins in the stable to cover the grass. Cows are clumsy but fit than cows.

If you don't travel around the world, pumpkin vines will be tied to green cedars and birds will fly away.

Bitter gourd blooms in many seasons, and the land in Pudong is pure green and reddish yellow.

Corn cowpea and beard fruit.

Mature and immature fruits are heated on the soil.

She doesn't feed horses or travel around the world.

She smashed soft or stiff black soil with her bones and planted seeds with anticipation for more than ten times.