Poetry recitations in praise of towns and villages, and modern poems describing the countryside

Dawn knocks at the door of the night.

The morning star on the horizon.

Began to tremble brightly.

Farmers who get up early.

Enjoy the solitary tranquility in the fields.

The sound of a hoe.

Wake up to the scent of the earth.

sloping trees, with the land.

Bend a beautiful arc.

Imprinted on the slightly glowing sky.

Only the undulating backs of the peasants.

Constantly changing angles.

Country, road, wilderness and sky.

Gradually brightened. A few native chickens leisurely forage for food.

A few domestic dogs snooze lazily.

A few willows are wrinkled.

A few wisps of cooking smoke slowly rose into the clouds.

The fireworks went out. The smell of the year has faded.

The young men and women were gone.

Only the old, weak, sick and disabled were left.

And this tired countryside.

The days of lively reunions are short.

The remnant of winter is still raging in majesty.

Left-behind children are depressed and waiting to go to school.

There are sick old people who struggle to hold on.

It's too dry. The ground is too dry.

Mai Miaoer has also been slow to return to green.

How looking forward to the spring breeze and spring rain.

Warmth nourishes this helpless countryside.

Some people, mixed with some things.

Walked out of the village and was again.

Moonlight retouched memories.

Get it back quietly. Stand silently, thinking.

You don't have to say anything.

In this familiar village.

Every family, and more.

Deep and shallow streets.

It's all in the pulse.

Blood, every limb.

It's all about the details of life growth.

Feed the beating heart.

This is the most complex in the countryside, and again.

Straightforward exercises.

No matter how far back the years are.

The old figure can always be.

Feel free to flip through the warmest part of your heart.

Speaking kindly.

When the weather is clear, it's time to go for a walk on the trail; The mud road that has been moistened by the rain must be cool and gentle. —Dai Wangshu, "When the Sky Is Clear".

The small boat is slowly flooded in the shade of the weeping willows—a cool breeze of early autumn blows the ripples on the water, and blows the sound of the countryside on both sides. —Xu Zhimo, "Sun Hail in the Village".

We split up to chase the distance A faint ruddy sunset is a lantern hanging on the plateau for a long time Fluttering, lonely Carrying the sorrowful land About to walk with the horses on the land. —Sun Red Bird, "The Countryside Over the Sunset".

A few local chickens leisurely foraging for food, a few domestic dogs napping lazily, a few willows wrinkled**, a few wisps of cooking smoke slowly rising into the clouds" - Huai River Liu, "The Village in February".

Walk on the fields of the new countryside.

In the golden autumn of October, beautiful and fulfilling, strolling in the fields of the new countryside, what catches your eye is the new atmosphere brought by the construction of the new countryside.

In the rice field, there is no figure with his face facing the loess and his back to the sky, only the harvester is busy, the cows are leisurely foraging for grass on the edge of the barren slope, and the song of the harvest is flying.

In the orchard, the fruit is full of fruity aromas, golden oranges adorn the hillside, and the joy of the harvest is rippling.

In the courtyard of the farmhouse, the old tiled houses were demolished and new buildings were built, and the clear tap water flowed loudly.

The happy smile of the old grandmother in front of the TV was written on her face.

On campus, compulsory education has been popularized into 10,000 homes, and the children of rural families have entered the palace of knowledge, and the newly built classrooms are spacious and bright.

And the sound of reading is flying.

The construction of the new countryside has changed the appearance of thousands of households, and the new policy of benefiting the people has attracted thousands of households to sing!

Facing the newborn sun, a touch of new green stretches the branches and leaves.

I saw it, I saw the hope of returning to nature.

Gently pushing open the glass window, the birds were singing happily, I heard, I heard the imagination of the forest.

Walking on the tree-lined path, the fragrance of the green trees is refreshing, I smell it, I smell the breath of life. Yes! Tiexi.

The dust of the past has been baptized by patches of greenery.

The hustle and bustle of the year was blocked by laughter.

Struggle endlessly, the new Tiexi.

The dilapidated and low bungalows everywhere have disappeared with the footsteps of the times, and high-rise buildings have risen to the beat of the times.

Tiexi New District!

I don't want to compare you to the moon, because you are brighter than the moon.

I would love to soar in the sky because I want to see the new district.

Imprinted in the brain. Never forget.

Different periods have different dreams, different times have different hopes, bless you New Tiexi.

Thrive in the sun and shine brightly.