Poetry describing the fragrance of rice

The poem describing the fragrance of rice is introduced as follows:

The fragrance of rice:

There is fragrant rice in the green fields, and thousands of families can see it.

There is enough rain this summer, so there is no need to blame the south wind.

The waist sickle wants to harvest wheat, but it is sad and urgent to go far away.

The box of jade grains is full, and the fragrant salary comes home with ears.

This year’s early spring plum blossoms are too late, and the vegetables, yellow and wheat are about to ripen in the cold.

Sentences describing rice

1. The rice heads are arranged beautifully, especially when they are gathered into mountains or piled into the sea.

2. In the season when the spring breeze just blows, the green rice holds its head high and its chest high, with a youthful air, swaying left and right with the direction of the wind; it has experienced sunshine, rain and dew, as well as storms and rains, But the soft stem has not been broken. When autumn comes, his head filled with rice ears will quietly lower its head, which is full of wisdom and understanding.

3. A grain of rice is the shelter that rice provides to mankind; a grain of rice is a warm luster; a grain of rice nourishes the human body and soul.

4. After the rice is harvested, it is like a homeless man who has packed up his luggage and is ready to leave at any time. They stood quietly in the windy wilderness, looking helplessly at the land that once provided them with nutrition.

5. Growing upward and toward the direction of the sun is their pursuit that will never stop throughout their lives.

6. It’s another harvest season, and the field is filled with golden grains of rice.

7. The green of the seedlings in my hometown is a burning color.

8. The rice is maturing day by day, and the fragrance of rice is filling the air.

9. The wind overturned the structure of the rice and blew the complex of the rice. I followed rice's youth all the way and walked slowly in rice's eyes.

10. The village is not moving but the rice is moving. The vivid rice holds up the home with leaves and colors. Standing on the river embankment at the head of the village and looking far into the distance, the green sky is like a fire burning in the countryside.

11. Rice goes from bare to green to golden. This is the trajectory followed by all life, and humans are no exception.

12. The moment the rice is ground into white rice, countless new lives truly enter our lives.

13. The mission of rice is not to look natural during its growth, but to nourish the new life of life.

14. Counting from the day when the rice was planted in the field, more than four months of wind, frost, rain and dew, and more than a hundred days of blue sky and white clouds, allowed the rice to grow into a graceful virgin. Only when the autumn sun was shining down did they lower their heads shyly. The inflated thoughts are light and easy, making the rice look shy and affectionate, swaying.