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Poems about corn
Two sentimental poems

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.