Modern poems describing rural scenery 1 rural scenery
I came to you gently.
Absorb your selfless supply
I grew up with you.
Always taste your delicious food.
On the endless Yuan Ye.
It was you who watered the crops with sweat.
When it matures.
Give it to the broad masses of people for tasting.
I came to you gently.
Feel your simple thoughts
I grew up with you.
Your eyes are full of your tall appearance.
The scene of not closing the door at night and not picking up the body
It's a perfect chapter you created with your heart.
Let the voice of trust resound.
Let a happy life last forever.
I came to you gently.
Explore the battlefield of your glory
I grew up with you.
Witness your incomparable kindness and courage.
After years of vicissitudes, the passion is still high.
The sound echoed layer by layer, coming strongly into the distance.
Stand up and take responsibility.
Beautiful as your pastoral scenery.
Modern poems describing rural scenery II. Pastoral scenery
Go to the countryside,
He Miao said hello to me,
The river sings with the birds,
Crops, rivers,
Under the combination of mountains,
It turned into a beautiful oil painting.
He Miao,
Grow as strong as you can,
Grow beautiful rice,
River water,
Do your best to nourish everything,
Make the countryside full of vitality.
Modern Poems Describing Pastoral Scenery 3 Golden Autumn Flute
The garden smells of red fruit.
On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
Modern pastoral poems 4 Country music Xu Zhimo
The boat moved slowly in the shade of weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listen to the sounds in the distance,-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There are many jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrustment and infinite ethereal spirit disappear;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
Modern poems describing rural scenery. Country Love
Who broke the silence in the silent morning,
It's a dawn morning in the country.
At this dawn, the countryside is growing,
The rooster crows nearby, and the birds crow in the distant valley.
I walked alone in a prosperous village,
The red peach blossoms are fading,
Trembling leaves are full of lies of spring,
Swallows flying in the air forgave the storm,
The river surrounds the whole village like velvet.
As if entrusted with the call of childhood.
Willow buds and fragrant grass are all over the world,
The faint floral fragrance intoxicated the delicate pink butterfly,
The soft grass calls for cattle and sheep.
It seems to wake up the sun and get up early.
At this time, smoke billowed from the farm yard.
The country road is full of wonderful laughter.
Even the stream near the village has ducks and geese playing.
I took a deep breath of the unique country air,
Ah, how natural and fresh.
In front of me, it is a thriving color.
Forget the silent world, and your heart will gradually become peaceful.
Moths in the garden are whispering,
I saw some grass sprouting.
Frogs croak in the distance,
Ah, my country, the voice of the country,
All this seems so natural and kind.
Although the morning mist hangs over the country road,
It's hard for people to tell at the moment,
All this is not just a natural sight.
Noble string are finally played to that world,
The morning fog finally disappeared before my eyes,
The farmers rushed to the fields with hoes on their shoulders.
I saw pigeons flying in the clear sky.
Seeing the tall buildings stand tall,
Seeing the rugged road become straight and flat,
See the pace of the times and play the music of peace.
Is moving forward with passionate fighting spirit.
This is the call and expectation of the countryside.
Everything adds infinite glory to the countryside!
I took a deep breath of the unique country air,
My heart is full of different kinds of love.
All this gives people a hazy aesthetic feeling. At the same time,
It also brings people a sense of hope and drunkenness!
Modern Poetry Describing Rural Scenery 6 The Most Beautiful Country Doctor
On the mountain road in spring
Full of fragrance
fresh air
Indulge in you on your way home
You came from the mountain road.
White clothes
Quiet kindness
Silver medicine cabinet
A bright red cross
Like an angel crossing the world.
Birds cheer for you.
Flowers bloom for you
Welcome the victorious soldiers.
Defeated the disease again.
You are the most beautiful.
I'm very busy every day
Overworked
White temple
Who knows the bitterness?
You are also very helpless.
Elderly parents
You will feel distressed.
Because of lack of care
Child rebellion
You'll be sad.
Because of neglect of discipline
Lover misunderstanding
You will remain silent.
Because I can't accompany you.
The patient suffered from illness.
You'll be worried
Because of limited knowledge
Arrange the lights for reading.
Is to enrich
Focus (attention)
Is to fight.
Although bitter.
But no complaints.
You are the most beautiful.
You are not rich.
Even a little poor
You are not tall.
Even a little thin
You are not charming.
Even a little humble
But you use your weak body
Keep one side safe.
You are the most beautiful.
Modern poems describing rural scenery 7 rural summer moonlit night
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 ...
A modern poem "Eight Villages in the Palm" describing rural scenery
My palm, my palm.
Holding a bunch of plum blossoms coming in winter
Plum blossoms are as beautiful and pure as snow.
White is dotted with red dots.
That is the memory left by the halo of happiness.
We are all children in winter.
The old man said that children in winter are elves.
New Year, firecrackers hidden during winter vacation.
Children's laughter is the best fireworks.
Full of affectionate love.
In the smoke of the kitchen, there is a village in my palm.
The light next door was broken, so dad went to help fix it.
My family doesn't have enough salt. My neighbor sent it to me.
The countryside is ungrateful, and the land is natural and simple.
A bottle of wine, some dishes, blue bricks and white tiles.
Simple hospitality is in the palm of your hand. You know your hometown.
The dirt road at the door was replaced by a flat cement road.
The wheel is still that wheel.
We are all passers-by, and we all remember the way home.
Turning youth into vicissitudes, the times are changing.
Your palms are shriveled like old bark.
The old bark sent away the poor steamed bread and bran.
Never thought to look at the parting tree again.
Hazy is a cool and sweet hometown.
I don't think I can live without my crops.
There is no happy firecrackers, it is the Spring Festival.
The plough is rubbed in the palm of your hand, and the plum blossoms are in bud.
The countryside is planted in the palm of your hand, waiting quietly.
Modern Poems Describing Rural Scenery 9 Memories of Rural Areas
Childhood memory
Always in the beautiful countryside.
There's still no downplay.
But it blurs whose innocent smiling face.
A girl who jumps on a rubber band.
Always wearing a tall ponytail.
Like a butterfly in a skirt
Dance among the flowers
A shallow hole not far away
It's a paradise for boys.
Count the marbles in your hand.
Why did you lose a few dollars?
A girl's wish
All nailed to the red line on the wrist.
Obsessed with the love of dreams
I have buried my heart in it.
Shy mood
How to enter the hearts of boys
In the summer of development.
They have always liked lobster.
A talkative sparrow
Wake up every sunny day.
The most disorganized music in this song.
Than a thousand words in music.
Smoke from the kitchen by the pond
Vague leisure
Who invented curly hair?
Praise for two thousand years.
The story of that season
It is the most beautiful poem.
I don't know if you ever thought about it.
On that day of that year.
Modern poems describing rural scenery 10 My motherland, in a snowy winter.
Crows whine in the bare trees.
The cold wind hissed with a smile.
Damn darkness, the color of death
Floating on the farmhouse
Desolate countryside
Death is so silent and desolate.
A bare branch
Extending from the gray house
From a distance, it really looks like it's on an abandoned grave.
Dead weeds.
Rugged and winding country roads
Like a dead snake that didn't enter the grave.
It's really ugly.
The sun has set in the west and only a few can be seen.
Little creatures like ants come in and out.
This is a country without snow in winter.
In all the changes, keep a dust unchanged.
My country is crying.
Cold with my tears.
Form a huge magic mirror
In the mirror, I saw it
What my mother looked like when she was young.
She is dignified and virtuous.
Surrounded by a group of crazy ants.
Carried into this ancient tomb in a sedan chair.
Years, mercilessly lost the mother's flesh and blood.
Finally, it was eroded into bones.
By some rotten ants.
Take it to another new grave.
The mirror in my eyes is spinning fast.
I saw my body clearly again.
Was hastily thrown into the mother's grave.
Me, my mother, and this ancient tomb.
This is my snow-free winter village.
Desolate, terrible, depressed, cold
No wonder these ants can't get out.
Never rush into Kanto and go west.
Be sure to leave this country.
I can't wait to see the sky.
I wonder when there will be some useful changes.
Spring, my spring
How far is it?
Chun Lv Chunsheng.
When will the frozen soil in this village wake up?
I caught a gust of wind and smelled it carefully.
I tugged at the power supply and looked at it carefully.
Can't this wind and electricity shake this ancient tomb?
If this is true.
There'd better be a long snowstorm.
Pure white snow
Covering this vast area of Yuan Ye.
It also covers these ancient tombs.
Bury this snowy winter.
It's white everywhere,
The earth is empty, bright and quiet.
Very clean.