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Nature Group Poem Author: Wu Qingbing

Grow peanuts

Paulownia trees blow purple trumpets

The cuckoo lights up its throat to urge farmers

Butterflies revel in the flowers

The cowherd held up a cluster of mountain red in her hand

Mother who got up early in the morning

Afraid of waking up the dew at the tip of the grass

She carried a hoe

I was carrying a bamboo basket

Every time the hoe falls

Mothers would dig up the spring breeze

Pull out a warm eye socket

I'm in it

Mother with soil

Cover all the peanut kernels

It's like me in the cradle

She gently covered it with a quilt

King of the North Mountain Tree

North Hills

Every tree is a daughter

This is the daughter country

I am the queen here

My country is made of water

Every woman has a lot of charm

Stunning watercolor paintings

The monk's brother under the tree

Don't say you don't eat human fireworks

I just don't believe it

You dare to twist the Buddha beads by hand

Look up at me

Peach trees in the rain

You are dressed in crimson kasumi

Lift up a sparkling flame

Old village

Protecting the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled

Spring rain brings a steep chill

Behind the old house

Vegetable garden side

Small riverside

Your touching smiles bloom everywhere

March's melancholy is one

Little sparrow

Fly out of the eaves of your hometown

Stop at your soft arms

A shower of acacia rain fell

Spring here is a little later

Long rain and early sunshine

Slowly fade off the white gauze

Hometown beautiful Twin Peaks Mountain

Shyly exposing half of the cleavage

Spring here is a little later than the town

The flowers and trees of the plains have been stripped of their makeup

The wild peach blossoms in the mountains are burning vigorously

A shrub commonly known as white cauliflower

Facing the sky like a fairy

It is like a blood-stained mountain red battle

The dove deep in the woods

But he did not abandon the spring color belatedly

In the sound of grunting courtship

On each freshly pumped young leaf

You'll find out

The luster of love beating

Rural busy months

Widows and finches singing day and night

Called Yellow Wheat Wave

Called red pomegranate

The rapeseed was touched by the mother

Lie down meekly

The second mother threw out the straw head

Gave the third uncle a big flower face

Paddy fields rush to weave green nets

But who wants to become a "caged" fish

The mynah landed on the back of the old buffalo

Leisurely peck at each grain of sunlight

A crescent moon climbs up the East Mountain

Grandma said

That's your grandfather's sickle

Accidentally left in the sky

Hometown afternoon

The clouds are thin and light

The wind grazes the cattle as you please

Cicadas play high in the trees

Provoked Sorghum to nod frequently

Rivers after floods

Two round sandy beaches are exposed

Like a young woman's white and plump breasts

Under the shade of willows

Lazy ducks

Bury your head in the feathers

Confused and dreaming

An old fisherman in a straw hat

Just pulled up a cloud of snow

Take it again

Melt in water

Summer mornings

A flower

Go touch another flower

Flowers burst into tears

The Dragon Boat Festival has not yet arrived

On the corner of old street

Smell the fragrance of rice dumplings

Pond side

A girl in a red dress

Ignited the Dream of Summer

Every gust of wind passes

It's all like that

Mom's kiss

cuckoo

Often late at night

Woken up by you

Cuckoo Cuckoo

It was the one I was when I was a child in my hometown

A little red on the side of your mouth

Light up the tragic and moving legends

Sound dripping blood

Stained with rhododendrons

Spring

You sow seeds in the hearts of others

The thrush is inadvertent

Spread love further

Yan

Missed the willow dark flower light

Meet you

It is already apricot yellow wheat ripe

It rains obliquely at dusk

You say

Your heart

It was already handed over

Thousands of purples and thousands of reds in spring

Under someone else's roof

Your tail wing

The scissors hurt

Whose thoughts

Plants on the tomb

Knotweed, jade bamboo and Artemisia annua

Grow wildly on Grandma's grave

These are homesickness-filled plants

The medicine jar that used to be stuffed with Grandma

Fry for a bitter time

Extend Grandma's life again and again

Until after Grandma's death

Still with her year after year

Qingming season

My eyes were full of tears

I can't bear to unplug them

Afraid of the grandmother underground

shout

hurt

Wisteria flowers

mountain

Sleep

In the arms of the morning mist

You woke up

Wisteria flowers

Wind chimes swaying

By the clear creek of my hometown

A fairy in purple

I am grooming the mirror

The buffalo on which the shepherd boy rides

He actually stopped

Bow your head

Taken away

Her first kiss

Source: Daigo Poetry Garden

Editor: Zhou Jiufa Xia Yang

Review: Owen Lee

Producer: Dawu County Rong Media Center

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