Yang, author of "Chao and Song"
Guangxi corn turns bitter, but its mouth is too hard.
It is difficult to plan tomorrow today, but the old man envies the young.
The skin is peeled off, the poem is ripe, and the sideburns are higher.
Self-employment is a cold feeling, and no one can be willing to untie the robe.
Northeast corn
The modern author of the dynasty, Seven Stars.
Everywhere you look, it turns yellow, with lush green leaves and abundant grains.
Storage, drying and payment of futures, shrimp farming and crab meat farming, cattle and sheep farming.
corn
Master Le Taoxuan, a Modern Writer
Suspected vines and suspected beams extend to Hao, shaped like a bud holding a mother bamboo shoot.
Yarn can confuse cicada's wings, and blond hair does not lose blue eyes.
Tuwo agriculture has increased production, and rising prices have helped people get rid of poverty.
Removing makeup is more beautiful, and the whole body is benevolent.
Yulan saw that rural corn was affected by long-term rain germination.
Wang Entang, author of Modern Dynasty
Osmanthus fragrans is full of flowers, and the red core is fragrant.
Fear is a thick cloud, and the twilight weighs heavily on the soul of the moon.
There are countless fragrant drops, which are always taken care of by autumn wind and autumn rain.
Scattered to the farmer's house, I saw no flowers in my heart.
Song of corn
Pablo neruda, author of Modern Chile in Dynasty.
America, from a
Corn seed, you're standing up.
Until the vast land
be filled/suffused/brimming with
foamy
Ocean.
Your geography is a seed of corn.
seed
Stretch out a green spear
The green spear is covered with gold.
With a golden beard
Dressed up in the highlands of Peru.
But, poet, let's
History stays in the grave.
Praise with your harpsichord
Seeds in the barn:
Sing simple corn in the kitchen.
It started with a soft beard.
Flying in the vegetable garden
Young ears of corn
On the young teeth.
Then the bracts open.
The birth of abundance broke through
A white curtain,
Let the laughter of corn
Fall to the ground.
On your cruise ship, go back.
Come to the stone.
Not that terrible stone.
What about the deaths in Mexico
Bloody triangle stone,
But the millstone of the millstone,
In our kitchen.
The sacred stone.
There, you take it.
Milk and cake
Nutritious
Seasoning and pulp juice
Stir in
A woman with dark skin.
In those wonderful hands.
Corn, where you fell in.
The famous partridge pot
Or among the beans in the country,
Add luster to dishes,
Make it closer
The pure taste of your essence.
Bite you,
Corn baked cake and
Chorus and deep dance music in the distance are in the ocean.
Together.
Cook you,
Your fragrance is overflowing.
Drifting to the blue mountains.
However, your wealth
Can't get there
Which places?
Land by the sea,
Calcareous land,
empty
Rocks off the coast of Chile,
The miners there
On the empty dining table
Sometimes you can only hear
Your reputation as a commodity.
Put your light, your powder, your hope
Loneliness is all over America,
Let hunger
In front of your spear
Cowering and trembling.
In your floppy disk.
In the middle of the long knife,
Children in China
A serious heart has grown up
Start sowing our seeds.
Life.