Modern Poems Describing Grain Rain

In daily study, work or life, when it comes to poetry, everyone is certainly familiar with it. The language of poetry is concise and vivid, and the rhythm is distinct. What kind of poems are classics? The following is my collection of modern poems describing Grain Rain, welcome to share.

First, "Grain Rain"

Grain Rain hasn't come yet.

There are some green plants.

In my wet mind, I broke through the ground.

Every time it rains,

It's longer, greener and thicker.

Until it spreads endlessly

Expand into the main color of my dream.

That's a sapling planted by my father.

Tree by tree, line by line.

I put it in my diary under the lamp.

I know

I am the crop planted by my father.

No matter how far you go.

Touch is deeply rooted in the soil.

The 24 solar terms will always change.

Rain or shine is uncertain, and you know it well.

Second, Grain Rain season.

Through the Qingming fence, soon.

Reach the threshold of Grain Rain.

There is rain in Grain Rain, and rain gives birth to hundreds of valleys.

Sow and harvest fruits.

Rain moistens the vast land.

The fertile land rippled.

The rhythm of plant growth

And the long-lost horn

Du Fu's singing is mature.

People's eager eyes

The cuckoo's cry was torn to pieces.

Anxiety in people's hearts

So, Grain Rain season.

Behind the house, men, women and children.

Regard labor as pleasure.

Sow hope in the soil

Third, "Grain Rain Summer"

Grain Rain is petal rain.

Sometimes it is a sad parting.

Leave a wet makeup.

Through the garden, fresh rain

Clean up the branches and old marks on me.

So let it go! I can Zen.

Feel free to approach the abdomen of a strange city.

If you can meet a peach blossom in full bloom.

This life is rare.

After Grain Rain, I will start fugue mode.

Shake hands with the warm spring.

This is more like my childhood friend.

Crying and crying, laughing out loud in summer.

Fourth, "Father's Grain Rain"

Grain Rain hasn't come yet.

There are some green plants.

In my wet mind, I broke through the ground.

Every time it rains,

It's longer, greener and thicker.

Until it spreads endlessly

Expand into the main color of my dream.

That is the seedling planted by my father.

Tree by tree, line by line.

I put it in my diary under the lamp.

I know

I am the crop planted by my father.

No matter how far you go.

Touch is deeply rooted in the soil.

The 24 solar terms will always change.

Rain or shine is uncertain, and you know it well.

Verb (abbreviation for verb) "Grain Rain"

Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.

The lotus pond is green and duckweed is awake.

Another season of life is spring.

Pears are white, and swallows are coming.

The busyness of the new season began to flourish again.

Pink peach blossoms, residual red disappears.

The embryo of the fruit was hidden in the sun and slept soundly.

Peony is new red and beautiful in the countryside.

The spring scenery in the garden is very beautiful, especially in Grain Rain.

Strangely, mulberry leaves are crazy.

Dai Sheng birds, who have been waiting for a year, are singing.

All over the mountains, cuckoos are everywhere.

It ignited the dream of the valley and dyed the years of the river red.

Grain Rain is easy to farm.

Spring is coming, cuckoo cuckoo.

Hard-working villagers lead the old cow.

Shoulded the plowshare and sang the song of spring ploughing.

Cleisthenes, the old cow, sang the plough share loudly.

Turned over a long, long land.

Sow the seeds of the new season and look forward to the harvest of the next season.

Fertile black soil, a drop of sweat

Break eight petals. Tell life silently.

The hardships witnessed the ancestors facing the loess and facing the sky.

Rape flowers are golden, attracting countless people.

Butterflies and bees bend their backs. Chunfengxiao

The grain rain song, the wrinkles in the corner of the old farmer produce the most beautiful flowers.

Dreams should be sown in Grain Rain season.

Grain Rain drops to the ground, bringing longing.

Bring comfort. The ideal seed is buried in the soil.

Germinate in the field of hope and grow into pride.

In the fields of spring, Grain Rain is an endless imagination.

Willow leaves are my long hair and lotus leaves are my skirts.

Peony is my face, and camellia adorns my smile.

Blue and white are my most beautiful cheongsam, stretching diagonally.

Rhododendron dyed red oiled paper umbrella, carefree.

Ancient porcelain capital, long rain lane.

Have you ever seen an elegant woman walk?

Hong Yan smiled at her on this rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River.

Pillow her literary dream and let go of her eternal young heart.

In Grain Rain.

Standing in front of the mirror of time

I saw a frosty texture like schistosomiasis attached to my temples.

Crossing the sea of time

I choked repeatedly, and it was hard to hide my sadness.

Finally, it is unstoppable.

The dam of the heart suddenly collapsed.

No longer just face you with sunshine.

Let me be myself.

I will pour out all my hidden grievances.

And then with a new attitude

Welcome the new dawn tomorrow.

Grain Rain, Grain Rain.

In this way, it is skillful and timely.

The fields are blue, and the boundary fields are vertical and horizontal.

Wheat, wheat

That's Haizi's wheat

That's the support of reproduction.

Thin green smell.

Cheerful in the wind of dawn

Far away, a large piece of rape blossoms.

Thorough goose yellow

Plain face, no need to carve

Gorgeous and delicate yellow

It is the sun that secretly gives the eyes of March.

Peony is open and spring grass is overgrown.

I'm not familiar with my job.

Make excuses for words

Grain Rain is the rain and dew in spring.

In the field, beside the mountain road.

A layer of thatch and rows of mangosteen.

Like a lion in Ma Benteng.

Practice to be a soldier

Grain Rain, Grain Rain.

You came as promised, puppet in the dirt.

Are you ready for tomorrow's journey?

After so many days.

The dream is still so fresh.

It's like just waking up

The corners of the mouth are still talking.

Grain Rain, Grain Rain.

Do you remember the way to the nearest city?

Song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon"

The sound of the piano has not disappeared.

That time your laughter was disguised.

That smile is bleaker than crying.

Grain Rain, Grain Rain.

Before the sun goes down

I want to find that soil.

I can only bloom in Grain Rain.

Left.

Soul songs will be dim.

Wings are no longer delicate.

In March, I was exhausted in the wind and Grain Rain.

Zhu Yan in April is over.

Love in the water makes Buddha fruit.

The pious prayer tube is full of the word of God.

Get rid of the pain of reincarnation

Waiting for the rising sun

This is Grain Rain's voice.

I just want to be the quietest walker.

In the simple glory of the world of mortals

Listen to the last cry of this spring

Sixth, Grain Rain season.

Mud and paste tremble, pigeons blow their feathers.

Farmers' hoes

Be awakened one by one. Village in April

Ordering beans to grow melons, transplanting seedlings is busy.

Grain Rain, from ancient wisdom.

It holds the hope of farmers and moistens things silently.

There are a few small rules

Call the wind and rain to give birth to hundreds of valleys

Seven, Guan Hai building.

Blue waves are rippling.

Go with the flow again and again, ups and downs

Extend to the vastness beyond. A bird

Want to cross the dream

Looking at the sea upstairs, the wind is high.

Five peaks and six ridges are layered on top of each other.

The mountains and rivers are mixed and have a sense of bone.

There is also a sense of movement and layering.

Looking back. A touch of rosy clouds

Paint the sky deep red.

Beautiful images stand in the dusk.

See how the sunset is a sea of bamboo, inscription postscript.

Eight, Qinghe Garden Poetry Society

Continue to smash cups tonight.

Bury the seeds of indulging in singing.

The posture and scene of having a drink

It is similar to the original.

Quiet town

The sound of rain is close to inner softness.

In the light on the other side

Will there be beautiful women standing by the door?

Nine, Grain Rain listens to the rain

Start with a seed.

The branches on the branches sang for the third time.

Music in the field

When a person falls down,

A little closer to the window table

The intermittent rain drowned out the noise.

The image superimposed in front of you.

A pot of good wine was ironed for a long time.