Poetry full of solar terms

Lead: Xiaoman solar term is here. With full blessings and thoughtful greetings, I hope you will like the following poems about Xiaoman solar terms.

The first article, "Between Little Man and Mangzhong", strolled along the wheat field path.

Tear off the ears of wheat and put them in your hand.

Knead a green and plump wheat grain.

Put it in your mouth.

Eat the happiness of childhood.

Look at the blue left by the palm of your hand.

Think of childhood

Mom who has been busy all day.

Don't forget.

When I came home.

Pull out the plumpest ears of wheat.

Carefully tied into a bundle.

Go back to your own stove.

Bake out the right fragrance.

Rub a handful of wheat for the child.

Rub another handful of wheat for the child?

The child is full.

Mother began to rub herself.

Look at the children happily.

The child looked up.

Look at the clean and beautiful sky

Birds fly by.

Children really want to talk to birds.

Bird: bachelors are jealous.

Child: Where are you going?

Bird: I'm on this road (here)

Child: What do you want to eat?

Bird: Vinegar noodles.

Child: Tell me to drink a bowl.

Bird: Drink before (doing)?

Many years later

The child leafed through the Book of Songs.

It's full of four words

It's like talking to a bird.

He thought of his mother.

Use wheat grains between Xiao Man and mango.

Take care of children

Wisdom exists among the people.

So is poetry.

Chapter 2 The city is full of green trees and flowers.

I almost forgot.

You are a treasure in my heart.

A woman named Xiao Man.

Imagine you come from your hometown wheat field.

You smell like cereal stuffing.

Carrying the hope of a bumper harvest in summer

Xiaoman, Xiaoman, the wheat is getting full.

You are like a sixteen-year-old girl.

Really? Flowers are not in full bloom, the moon is not full? Charm of

Small and full, the wheat fragrance is light and shallow.

You remind those who have lived in small towns for a long time.

Don't forget the wheat waves singing in the wind outside the city.

Don't forget the grain fragrance that permeates the farmland.

In addition to the wheat wave, it is exciting at this time.

There are also light green grasslands and flocks of cattle and sheep.

The grassland in Xiaoman season is still light green.

White clouds flow in the clear blue sky.

Set off the green satin of the grassland and add colorful music.

On the hillside, a group of cattle and sheep bowed their heads and ate grass.

It looks so quiet, carefree and full of happiness.

Xiaoman is a happy peasant woman.

Carrying the hope of thousands of families

Year after year, as promised.

It exudes the earthy smell of the country.

Recite agricultural proverbs and elegant sentences left by generations.

You tell people that green mountains and green waters are poems.

The valley is full of poems.

Article 3 "Xiang Tao" opens the oiled paper umbrella.

South of the Yangtze river

Hanging on the umbrella eaves

The wind blows obliquely

Let the tinkling rain

Sprinkle

Grandma's front door

That year

I put on a green bracelet.

Standing in the rain watching rice flowers

In that way

More like grandma's day.

at present

The fragrance of rice flowers remains the same.

Daoxiang remains the same.

Direct goal

It is still a green paddy field.

only

Grandma's shadow

Be told as a story that turns yellow

The beginning of the story

It says

long time ago

Article 4 "Xiaoman" arrives at Xiaoman.

You will think of a wheat field.

I think, wait.

When the wheat is ripe.

I put down my long hair.

Back home

suddenly

Standing in front of you

One to Xiaoman, please.

I think,

I've been thinking about it for years.

The flower scarf you sent.

Still hiding at the bottom of the box in my hometown

In every dream

We have to put camphor again.

Wrapped in a headscarf

I'm scared. I've been gone too long.

Time has broken its promise.

The fifth chapter "Before the Little Man" What is dusk, borrowing the piety of faith?

About how many rain gods live upstream.

The beauty of their furniture

As serious as Qu Zi's soul.

Just as I planted a pool of lotus flowers between my eyebrows.

Describe the essence of no silt

Wait for a few meaningful possibilities, or point to the atrium

I like people who row laurel trees in Bitan Lake.

Can Gillian's hair be brushed lightly and crushed with one stroke?

If there is, just wait for the breeze to confirm.

The sound of waves under the pillow proves the sincerity of the heavy rain.

And the simplicity of human joys and sorrows.

Countless people are waiting for shelter under the eaves.

And doctor Chu's melancholy eyes

After the long summer, before the arrival of Miscanthus.

The eternity of blank space.

Article 6 Light rain is full of gifts again and again.

With goods in the belly, desire is like a vine.

Climb to different coordinates, low or high.

Expose the secrets of a group.

Don't be carried away by praise.

There is a jagged edge behind the beautiful voice.

Although the flowering period is so long.

As low as dusty altitude, the tip of a knife can alienate you.

Xiaoman, the title of all girls.

The shyness of panic is the light of your life.

When you fill the world

You will stand in barren youth like me.

Looking for a quiet riverbed

Article 7 Shoman/Wen Jun

Through the dawn of April

1, the sound of wheat grouting.

Welcome to full of rain.

On the sunny hillside, bitter vegetables are green.

Dyed green sandals

Climb the mountain in snowy mountain grassland and Lazikou.

When trekking from every plant

All the way to the north

The full grain of wheat raised its head.

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