Modern poetry praising the countryside

In our daily study, work or life, everyone has seen many classic poems, which are concise and vivid with distinct rhythm. Are you still looking for excellent classic poems? The following is a modern poem praising the countryside that I compiled for you. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

A modern poem praising the countryside 1 "Walking in the fields of new countryside"

Autumn in October, beautiful and full, walking in the fields of new countryside, what you see is the new atmosphere brought by the construction of new countryside. In the paddy field, there is no figure facing the loess, only the harvester is busy, the cows are leisurely looking for grass on the barren slope, and the songs of harvest are flying. In the orchard, fruits are blooming and fragrant, and golden oranges are dotted on the hillside, and the joy of harvest is rippling. In the farmhouse, the old tile house was demolished, and a new building was built, with clear tap water flowing. Grandma's happy smile is written on her face in front of the TV. On campus, compulsory education has spread to thousands of households, and farmers' children have entered the hall of knowledge. The newly-built classroom is spacious and bright. And the sound of reading is flying all over the sky. The new rural construction has changed the face of thousands of families, and the new policy of benefiting the people has attracted thousands of families to sing together!

Modern Poetry in Praise of the Country 2 "Autumn Night in the Country"

With the gibberish of autumn insects

The stars blinked coldly.

The shirtless man threw a towel at the sheep's stomach.

Nightingale with heavy twilight.

Fly away from the opposite ravine like a ghost.

This is a calm season.

Two mature leaves are curled.

Sneak into the eager eyes of the green flag.

A golden wind blew.

Time has turned over another page.

Command of the season

Standing in an uninhabited wilderness

Listen to the sounds of nature in the twilight.

Always shocked by symphonies

In the grass.

In the cracks

Xiaoxipang

Even further.

Autumn insects are singing in succession.

Ripple like the tide.

What is this power that makes the whole world so boiling at the same time?

The command of human genius may not command this magnificent scene.

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It was done in the current season.

Instantly aroused the feelings of the earth.

Love songs of autumn insects

Fireworks March

Where have you been

Flaming June

Where have you been

Why in this cold September?

Singing sad love songs

Missed the spring

Missed the summer

You don't want to miss it again.

Even for a short time.

I also want to make a final effort.

Love song of confession life

Modern Poetry in Praise of the Country 3 "September in the Country"

Autumn is slowly coming in our eyes.

I am burdened with heavy thoughts and rich harvest.

So September in the countryside is full of gold.

Come to us with firm and calm steps.

The farmer draws with rough hands.

One of the most moving scenery.

This is an autumn landscape painting.

The rice paper is splashed with hard sweat at will.

Didi is clear and transparent. Pure beauty

In September in rural areas, harvest is the bone.

Raised heavy hopes.

Seeds sown by ordinary people.

Let the ancient dark yellow land become rich and beautiful.

Such splendor and gold dazzle our vision.

We harvested this season's gifts in autumn.

This is what farmers have been looking forward to for a whole year.

For about 20 years, it was full of wind and frost.

The monsoon in September narrows the waist in autumn.

Sunlight pours like running water.

Endless is the joy of harvest.

Wrinkled forehead is written with traces of farmers' farming.

This is the testimony of years and hard work.

Run in the field

Rough hands.

They wrote an ordinary life with youth and sweat.

Describe the autumn in the countryside in colorful colors.

That is the simplest poem.

Pour out too many feelings that need to be poured out.

The countryside in September

Peel a corn cob at will

Golden yellow is full of joy.

The bumper harvest of grain breeds the expectation of countless yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us.

In the farmer's eager eyes

So there was a brilliant light.

Autumn afternoon, instantly lit up the haze.

As if the sun had penetrated the clouds.

Pure and calm

September in the countryside

Farmers use their own hands and sweat

Wash away the complexity of the ground.

Let the thin season become no longer lonely

Countless fruits have bent the slender branches.

The countryside is harvested in September.

Bend into a broken blue moon.

It was the busy and tired figure of the farmer.

Printed with barren yellow land, singing the hymn of life

Quietly move towards the long-awaited tomorrow ...

Modern Poetry Praising the Countryside 4 "Praise the New Countryside"

(1) Bamboo boards click and Hakka folk songs begin to sing; She is the younger sister of the southern suburb of Shajing, flying out of golden phoenix in the mountains.

(2) Going over the mountains and coming to Bu Xincun today; Buxin has changed a lot today, and the whole people are building a new countryside.

(3) A singer who sings the Tao is hardworking and hardworking; Obey discipline, listen to the party, and the six animals will prosper.

(4) Second singing is the leader, and Secretary Jinhai is the people; Lead the masses to a well-off society, and wealthy villagers will increase production and income.

(5) The Party's policies should be carried out in a vanguard: fruits are planted everywhere, and gold is everywhere.

(6) The Spring Festival is full of joy, and women wake up the lion to celebrate the New Year; As time goes on, people live longer and longer, and live happily for thousands of years.

A modern poem praising the countryside 5 "Summer Moonlight in the Country"

Holding a cup of black tea, leaning against the window,

Reach out to pick the moon overhead,

Suddenly find

She has escaped;

Bend over,

Try to pick it up.

The murmur of water under your feet,

She's still calling deeper.

Hiding in the quilt,

Have a charming dream:

Facing the window lattice of the moon,

Covering the mouth of Yutu,

Peep at Chang 'e's new love;

Stepping on a cool stream,

Hee hee among the grass and stones,

Read the lingering feelings of fish and shrimp;

Liu Yong chased the waning moon when he was awake.

Tie her firmly under the buttonwood tree in the yard,

Until she promised to get out for a long time ...

Frogs in the fragrance of rice,

Shuttling by my bed,

Rub the spiritual scroll.

Suck the loneliness in the wine,

Listen to the frog's cry,

A spasm in my heart:

Silence and noise are the faces of the night,

They never stop changing,

Deduct the two ends of adult life.

In the long and fuzzy night,

Several children appeared on the concrete road,

Their schoolbags contain my childhood dreams:

Out of the house

Building a beautiful urban garden ...