What are the ancient poems about scarecrows?

What are the ancient poems about scarecrows?

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scarecrow

Xiqun Yan

You stand in the fragrant valley.

You stand on the edge of the season.

You turned the cover into a fire.

Is it to drive away birds or to summon autumn colors?

Between the valley and the sea

You are a noble rock.

The ancient waves hug you and kiss you.

However, once the drama is over,

You were abandoned.

Are you acting?

Year after year, you have experienced

How many ups and downs?

The strong wind tore your clothes.

The rain whip tears your flesh.

Lightning burned your arm.

Despite his true colors.

But the sense of responsibility is still accompanied by broken arms and rags.

Floating in the wind like a flag

Hula dance ...

In the fields after autumn

You lay there quietly.

There is no sad voice.

Messy limbs have been integrated with the soil.

Bend down and pick up a stump.

And then stirred my heart.

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Like the scarecrow in that valley.

Who tied him up?

Who put him up there?

Who burned him again?

After the wind passed, the wind sang in his chest.

After the rain, the rain wrote poems on his rags.

Even naughty sparrows

And chattering with them

Seems to be laughing at his stupidity.

Seems to be praising his loyalty.

Like the scarecrow in that valley.

There is no road under his feet.

He just stood there.

Standing for a hundred days, standing at night.

Stand alive, stand dead.

The road is sometimes an excuse.

There are roads in the city.

But the road of the city is a net.

City people are more difficult to deal with than poisonous spiders.

They have been climbing all their lives.

Their emotions are beyond your comprehension.

3.

I'm standing in the wheat field.

Longing for a better tomorrow.

Wearing simple straw.

People laugh at my stupid appearance.

Everything in the world is disturbing?

But it doesn't bother me.

I have no brain.

Will think like them.

I yearn for the other side of the mountain.

It is said that the sky is always blue.

No free feet.

I envy the birds flying in the sky.

Can't run at will

Will fall one day.

I saw snowflakes falling.

Feel that the future is illusory.

White clouds are fluttering

I will grow old.

The sunshine is very good

Fall down on this day

4.

Meet the unknown scarecrow.

A bird, stay there.

It says the south direction of the south.

There are poems by Haizi, the sea and a blooming flower.

A white cloud, floating there

It says the north direction of the north.

There are beautiful women, snow and prosperity.

I said, fly, fly.

What about those who have dreams? Blessed is he.

My past life? at present

Still leave home

Still looking for the direction of the wind

I don't know the direction of the wind

I don't know. When the weather is warm, flowers will bloom.

But my heart will always be here.

-A field of hope

Look at simple farmers' harvesting.

Bags? A heavy dream

Look at that hard-working ox.

Line by line? A lingering hope

Dreams are always there.

My heavy shoulders

You can rely on it when you are tired.

The tattered hat of the bearded village chief.

Secretary of the old hemp fiber iron egg branch

Holding a dog stick in his hand.

Covered with thin strips of cloth

It looks like a dry mop. It looks like a million flags.

There were three meetings in the village.

In order to prevent fire, theft and beggars

Make sure two acres of corn field

All mankind is at the entrance to the village.

Angry Hong Qigong, Happy Ghost Feet.

There is only half a wall left in the earth temple.

There is a big slogan on the wall.

How bold people are and how productive the land is?

Still squatting under the corner, one

A woebegone grandmother.