My land poems

My land poem 1 on the land I cultivated.

I am interested in every seedling.

It is a casual attitude.

We often work until dark.

The sun is at dusk.

Tired of sleeping in a cloud bed.

A basin of ink polluted the sky.

We can still vaguely distinguish things in the dark.

In the end, I had to leave this land.

Along familiar paths all year round.

go home

Leaving only barren land

Bored in the dark

This has been the case for generations.

Nourish our lives

Hungry fruit

In fact, my heart is long gone.

It's everywhere

I'm creating a new life.

New way of life

My hope

Born in this land

fresh flower

My land poems 2 affectionate land

In spring

You gave the flowers beauty.

in autumn

You gave me good memories.

Spring flowers and autumn fruits-literary talent and moral integrity

This is your eternal love.

You put the world

Dressed up so beautifully

land

Affectionate land

You love the hard work of the tiller.

You cherish the sweat of the pioneers.

You will put the joy of harvest

To Schiller's people.

You will make mellow wine.

Share your beautiful melody

land

Good land

You are a great mother.

selfless dedication

Raise their children.

silent

Give your life energy.

land

You are very big.

broad-minded

Your intention is to tolerate everything.

My Land Poetry 3 This is an ordinary land.

Farming here for generations.

When we accept it,

The fragrant soil remains the same.

This used to be a wasteland.

Grandparents brought the seeds of hope.

Generations have multiplied to this day.

The residual rice fragrance lingers.

Later, corn began to spread.

We planted it beside the ridge of the field.

We tasted the sweetness of corn.

The smell is really unforgettable for us.

Some people began to abandon the monotonous rice.

Someone's field is full of corn.

Corn is more profitable than rice.

Many, many people abandoned rice.

Many, many people began to forget everything.

"Corn is what we should grow."

"This is our real wealth."

Beside the dragon, an elderly man.

Rubbing the stale soil in his hand, he said nothing.

No one knows that corn comes from far away.

Rice is our food.

They shout all day that this is our corn.

We must cultivate them well.

Rice, an old thing.

It shouldn't exist at all now

My land poem 4 "Brick kiln" chimney stands impressively.

Proud of the earth.

Smoke billowed day and night.

Paint the blue of the sky dark gray at will.

Father bent his back like a bow.

Hands shaking like dead branches.

Stroking rows of adobe to be burned.

He tears

Ah! This used to be my land!

How many storms have we gone through together over the years?

How much hope is soaked in the four seasons?

Yesterday's hunger is not far off.

The taste of leaves to satisfy hunger has not been forgotten.

The scar on the chest tore a truth-

Life is inseparable from the land!

A land full of bitterness and expectation.

A land full of happiness and love.

Land defended with blood and life

The foundation for generations to live on.

The demon's kiln door is wide open because of greed.

The boss's pockets are full of selfish desires.

The land under our feet is decreasing day by day.

Father's heart oozed bright red blood.

The flames in the kiln were blazing.

Thick smoke engulfed his father's body.

He saw grandpa's sad eyes in the firelight.

In the thick smoke, he heard his ancestors sigh.

Ah! My land!

A wonderful serenade came from a distant city.

The hotel lights were on all night.

Mahjong rattles in fat hands.

Money piled up in laughter.

The kiln head holds red wine in his hand.

The leader snuggled up to a beautiful woman as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade.