Modern Poetry of the Millennium Solar Terms

Lead: When the sun reaches 165 degrees on September 7 or 8 every year, it is the dew of 24 solar terms. White dew means that the temperature gets cold and you can see it on the vegetation at night. The following are the modern poems of the Millennium solar terms, welcome to enjoy.

The Millennium solar terms of modern poetry Yesterday, the heat was not over yet.

Today the Millennium is frost.

It will be a little cold tomorrow,

Add a dress to Iraq sooner or later.

Chapter two: Modern poetry of solar terms in the new millennium.

The language of the wind is only understood by leaves.

The footsteps of the deceased are in a hurry.

Looking for a distant grave

All the bodies were covered up.

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The gesture of time will release those birds.

Along with the yellow particles

A humble head can only carry one sword.

Dewdrops in the moonlight are on the paper.

Write white dew

Set today's historical date.

Chapter three: Modern poems of the Millennium solar terms have no time to listen carefully to cicadas.

A cricket chirped several times.

Call for the Millennium

You are prepared for lingering sadness.

Make a homesick boat with the first quarter moon.

Welcome those who lost contact.

Boil the love of Monsanto with autumn water.

Keep the fragrance of Jingui.

Watch The Circle in Mid-Autumn Festival

Chapter four: Modern poetry of the Millennium solar terms in autumn.

A drooping field in the twilight.

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A small bundle of ears of grain

Followed by a big bundle of ears of grain.

That was many years ago.

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Under corn and sorghum

Remote phosphorus fire dance

The river fluctuates like iron.

The autumn wind is cool and soft.

Damn it, teenager.

Turbid and bitter sweat

Fireflies run for them.

Hold high the last lamp of life.

Father said, keep up.

The boy said: Oh!

A stone bridge that has been sleeping for thousands of years

Ride away at night

Orange lights on the threshing floor

Push away the teenager's eyelashes.

The fence soaked with salt is bitter and wet.

The big bundle of spikes said:

Hold on for a while, keep up.

Small bundle of ears of grain said: Oh!

I remember that it happened to be the Millennium.

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