【Rural Literature】 Qing Harvest

Heping Harmony Thinking

Guo Ge (Yingcheng)

In order to find the feeling of the poem

I interview in my hometown

I asked the folks, can I harvest this year if the drought without rain this year

Answer: We are still the old saying

Fighting, fighting with heaven

Do not take the harvest, ashamed of the loess

A bucket of buckets, wear on the father's grave

That's the standard of his life

Life's shaking

Wearing a bucket, his sweat beads under the sun

Fall into eight petals

He is in the mud, the wind and rain are not hindered

My father once said that each grain

They are all Tanzhong, not relying on the sky ...

On the field

Chen Guoxiang (Hanchuan)

The blue flower towel fluttered on the daughter -in -law's head

Wood raised up the rain

The windmill runs with the grandson and rotates

Singing sweat in your mouth

Mother -in -law pouting and smiling

The burden on the shoulder flashes incense lunch box

Dad's leisurely holding a good day cigarette

Catch the golden fruit floating in the air

Hi Zhang Xiaokou revealed teeth

Lost mouth in the mouth

Autumn in the dresses of autumn

Xiangxin Kingdom (Hanchuan))

Wind, come from Jingchu pastoral

Say, a mature autumn exudes rice incense

He also said, where

One snow -white drying with another snow white

Mother does not care about Feng Xunzi's rumors

Holding the sickle in one hand and holding the rice with one hand

The silhouette laughed and bent the moon in the hometown

My father is a bit busy

Wake up the wooden wake -up in the corner of the house

And a big stride for meteor towards Hechang

Red, yellow, green, white

The colorful harvests all appear

Dressed up in the autumn neon

Goodbye, Sang Tian

Yu Houchen (Wuhan)

When I was harvested, I followed the dance sickle.

Pick up a spike of rice omitted

The birds with the same move directly use their mouths

Express full joy and cherish

This is a busy harvest picture

Golden Main color tone is rich in texture

When it is full granules

Standing for a long time from a young seedling

I have no rest for growth so far

The posture of falling is also beautiful

Farewell to the passionate land to say goodbye

Cooking smoke rises to smell chickens and dogs

The life of white rice is twists and turns

It's not just a piece of food and a drop of sweat.

Harvest Festival

Mei Liangxiong (Xiaogan)

My father smiled in the autumn

Life will be cheered in the kindness

Sunshine soothe the flat color

Half gold, set off half yellow

Natural contour cloth is full of joy

The wind rushed in the northwest, dancing with leaves

The corn under the roof, full of home

Stubborn stubble in the field, keep the roots

Old farmers who are busy with fireworks

The sorghum wine made by the bowl of the bowl

Drunk in Tian Mo, drunk into Mengxiang

Citrus is cooked

Zheng Xinfang (Jiang Xia)

It is said that the arid orange tree is dead this year

The scene of the harvest is in front of you

The branches bending the waist and dreaming to the ground

It raised so many children in one breath, one, two, three seven or eight ...

Don't know this year's drought?

A tree and a branch full of articles

The content is very rich and the appearance is full

The sentence is smooth, the lines are smooth ...

The autumn is depth, and the golden period is called

There is an old man behind the orange garden, early in the morning and one night

Loud noise

Fenghuanggang closed autumn

Cheng Gangqi (Xinzhou)

In Fenghuanggang, Xinzhou, undulating hills

Write the mellow text under the drip

Mao Chong, He Tian, ​​Guan Shengzhai, Liujiawan

The barren is only the old Soviet area of ​​Shijiabu

Make every drop of precise water and rejuvenate youth

On Gangpo, the basket of Nanzhu incense

Green water and green mountains harvested tea -framed version

Hongfeng is in the mountains, cherry blossoms and ginkgo in the mountains

The mountains are red, yellow and green, dyed out a pot

Bone bone tender Biluochun. This autumn

Qingshan is not old, the Soviet area is not old

Harvest Festival

Feng Shuanglin (Xinzhou))

Ask the field

Is the golden windbreaker satisfied?

Gutui comes to the sickle

Ashamed to comfort the people

Pumpkin land, corn bushes, vineyards ...

Smiling face

Look at the lotus umbrella

Mujian Lotus Gathering Pot Full

Holding me thin

Counter a book,

Chew slowly, climb layer by layer

Just to match this golden field, cherish each other

Ask the field

Except for various trench coats

How many clouds are needed?

Autumn color

Liu Chongqing (Hanchuan)

Want to apply autumn

I don't know what color should I use

——The cotton said it was a cracked cloud

Sorghum said it is Le Kaihua's cheek

Rice says as golden as gold

Pingyu said that it is darker than the soil

The autumn wind of Aira family

Tell me: the colorful rainbow

It's autumn clothes

They are all packed in my mother's back basket

Autumn Harvest Night Talk

Wang Dajiang (Shayang)

The skin of the work is dyed with Huang Wannong Miao He

阡 阡 歌 歌

Flowing into the chest waiting for a bumper harvest

The fragrance of bending over rice ears

Above the rural areas

Drunk the autumn color on the ridge

Ronald locomotive harvesting

The sweat beads on the gully

Filling the grain full of grains filled with the hunger and thirst

Smile with the moonlight into the dreamland

Following the royal story

Share all the way all the way to sing

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