The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
author：The poems of The Red In the Middle Garden are picturesque
The wheat is ripe
One
The wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow,
The sound of cicadas chirps at the beginning of summer.
The vast wilderness is fragrant,
The song of harvest fills the mountains.
Two
Tsing Yi wheat gradient yellow,
The spikes are heavy and hot.
The machine roared and laughed,
Happy on the eyebrows drunk and proud of the sun.
Three
The nightingale cries the willow moon when the sky is empty,
Longshang Mai Huang was shocked to fall red.
The sound of cuckoo urges people to be busy,
May is home.
#Summer ## There are poems in the distance # The wheat is ripe
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2022、5、31
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
The wheat is ripe, and the wind blows the wheat waves green and yellow, and the sound of cicadas is busy in summer. The vast wilderness is fragrant, and the song of harvest is full of mountains and countryside. The wheat of the second green coat gradually turns yellow, and the spike bends the grains are heavy and hot. The machine roared
