Modern poems about Guyu are as follows:
1. Do not delay the time of the twenty-four solar terms, do not change it due to the El Ni?o phenomenon, do not think about the day before yesterday when the spring breeze was triumphant, do not want to think about the bright spring weather My first day, right now, is right in front of me. I will be filled with the grain rain of a spring, penetrating the calendar and soaking into the world. What I want is to let out my love like this.
Send away the tenderness of the spring breeze, bid farewell to the lingering of the spring rain, wave away the smiles of the spring flowers, and bid farewell to the lingering spring thunder. Fold the memory of this spring day and leave it as the yearning written on the pen in the next spring, as well as the wanton poems and notes, as the eternal wish of all living beings to look forward to the Grain Rain, and to listen carefully to the whisper of the new swallows between the beams.
Smell the sweet fragrance of the tea girl on the slope, watch the old man in a coir hat plowing the fields in the rain, and think deeply about the smoke in the kitchen house in my hometown. Let the Grain Rain rain, and sprinkle it on the mountains of southern Anhui, on the grasslands of western Inner Mongolia, and on the grassland of western Inner Mongolia. The vast fields of North China. Let it rain the Grain Rain, sprinkle the fruits of spring and autumn, sprinkle the laughter and noise, sprinkle the blessing, wisdom and health of tomorrow,
2. One of your arteries, on the river that I have never reached, raises its head above my hometown, The wind is blowing like a bride like water. The ears of the wind are already very long. You cover the shade of the trees in my hometown. You are the sound I listen to. You are quietly drying in the sun. You are an apple tree in spring, inlaid with words on the soil. Let the flamingo's throat pass through nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers of sadness.
3. The door of spring is about to close, open the door of summer and the sky is blue. Grain Rain turns red and turns into fragrant mud, but a gentleman cannot hold back the spring. It would be nice to have spring all year round. Life is always spring. Keep a youthful mentality forever and show your youthful appearance.
4. This season of the year may be just a cool encounter for the city, but for farmers, it is the joy of knowing the season of good rain. Watching the lush green crops in the northern wilderness, they are working hard to thrive and are the prelude to a bumper harvest. , look at the green fruits in the hillside orchard, hidden among the leaves, just like a virgin with dew shyly.
At this time, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is lightly surrounded by water mist. I am fishing alone in a coir raincoat on a small boat, with a flute and a few wisps of breeze. Outside of the season, the wanderer’s homesickness also follows the dream. The smoke from the kitchen is curling up, and I can see the door of my house in the distance on the streets of my hometown.