Picking cigarettes in front of Grain Rain in Chunshan.

He Laoshi said it would rain in Grain Rain, but it didn't rain. The weather was fine, but it did rain when we observed it today. As soon as I got out of the house, I rode my bike out slowly. When I arrived at the opposite promenade, I saw the small flowers on the roadside as soon as I entered, but I found that they were all the same color, all of them grew on the roadside, and none of them grew in the ground. A search found that it was chicory, and my mother said it was edible. It's just that I saw something in all kinds of things that ordinary gentlemen don't eat.

This one. There is only one question: why is his plate so small? The flowers on it are like sunflowers. Then I walked for a long time. When I saw them, I found that many farmers were farming there, and they didn't know what they were using and moved by themselves. Then I found that there were so many flowers in this corridor. But the varieties are all the same. There are actually only two or three varieties. The name of the second plant is Trifolium repens. It sounds strange, but it feels comfortable.

It feels very good. Then I rode my bike to a place not far from the stream, where the air was good and people were comfortable to breathe. In addition, the river is clear and there is no noisy sound, which makes people feel that this place is really quiet. Needless to say, everyone should know the scenery of the lake, but I don't know where I went when I walked. There are many stones in front of the mountain road, but I turned on my mobile phone and found one in front.

I don't want to go again at the moment. So I'm going to go home by bike. At noon, we also learned such a poem:

? Xie ren song cha

? Tang Qiji

? Grain Rain in front of Chunshan, picking cigarettes.

? It is difficult to fill a cage when it is young, and it is easy to be late.

? And invited guests from neighboring hospitals to try to cook the spring flowers.

? The land is far away and tired, and the next year comes without coming.

The general meaning of this poem is: Before the solar term in Grain Rain, my old friend held the tea in the tea garden with both hands. Because tea could not be picked anywhere, he had to pick the most tender place, and it was difficult for my son to enter the tender place. Time flies in my cage. It's almost evening. Drink tea by yourself and invite your neighbors to drink tea together. Such good tea also needs the best water, that is, spring water with petals. My friend lives far away, but here comes the tea. This time, it is another year.

I think the poet Miracle has understood his friend's kindness, so he must soak in very good water, so that a good investigation can be worthy of his distant friend's heart.