What are the poems about sorghum?

1. Are there any poems praising sorghum? 1. There is a legend in the countryside that a member planted a sorghum in five acres of land. Later, it actually grew into a big tree, almost cool under the swaying ear-Su Jin umbrella.

2. A slight twist of sorghum grains is red sorghum wine. It's not an ancestral coarse porcelain bowl. How can it be worthy of your blood and spirituality? -Su Jin umbrella

There are still people in Bai Yunsheng, which is far from Hanshan Stone Path. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. The autumn wind is colorful, and sorghum is chosen as the nib. Clear water expresses lofty, while white clouds relate to poetry. The grouse spread its wings to reflect the emerald green, and the reed duck flew into the sky on the waves. Climb high and shout, and the weather is myriad. -Du Mu

4. Growth performance is drought-tolerant and bitter-tolerant, and the rain comes to drink leaves to grow hair. In early autumn, children are tall and graceful, and humble and mature people boast. Dead trees and green grass

Red sorghum is like countless torches, reflecting the sky. Flaming sorghum ears are full of pearl-like fruits, nodding and smiling at hardworking people in the breeze. anonymous

6. The beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers is a triumph, and the comments are recorded in Gaomi. Half of the heroes are in Tengchong, and they are full of blood. Take a few photos of the cloister, and nine liters of spirits are intoxicating. The spring breeze is warm and rich, and ten thousand mu of red beams are plastic jade que. anonymous

7. Should sorghum be punished for its frivolity in the first half of its life, or should it not hand over all the bargaining seeds? anonymous

8. In the fields where sorghum, corn and millet are densely packed, this song rings the sound of autumn insects, and the fruit is occasionally accompanied by a few pieces, blowing the ground intermittently, like a cold eggplant. Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds. anonymous

9. Stones are still reasonable, and trees are still branches. Life is not a stone, don't be silent for a long time. Trouble came to the vestibule and looked up at the clouds. Clouds follow the long wind wherever they go. Sometimes the clouds are fixed, and the wanderer has gone and never returned. Sorghum began to return to Yan, and sorghum was already sad. Life is not bitter, but the dead look like this. What happened? Shang Shan took the cheese. Wang Shouren

10. Agger He Weiwei, sorghum enters the sky. The ladder is twelve times as heavy, in the middle of the sky. When I am the North Star, I will see the Lisu mine. The breeze is sparse and auspicious clouds fly. When I was on it, I looked around clearly. Mountains and rivers are distant and gloomy, and the universe is boundless. Weifeng has gone away, and groups of kites are flying. I am wandering when I think of Xuanyuan's home. Xu Youzhen

2. What poems describe "sorghum"? 1, Biography of Heroes of Children, the seventh time?

He has a brother who helps people do business in Jingdong. Speaking of my family, there is still a bowl of porridge to drink, because we have been in Henan for three consecutive years, and we are very flustered. These people either borrow a bucket of sorghum from this family or ask that family for several liters of beans. Where can I afford it? Say' no' and they'll say grab it hard. I told my wife that this place is uninhabitable. We discussed ..

2, "Dangkou Zhi" back to the eighty-second

I'm afraid time waits for no one, it's a moment early. I don't know when my uncle will come, so I'd better try to persuade him again. "Li Qing laughed." Madam really refuses to go, but I have a dispute: Madam likes to drink sorghum soju best, and she sleeps when she is drunk. I'll persuade him, and I'll get him drunk and put him in the car, and he won't leave. It's a waste of time to eat him halfway and wake up and yell at him. "The two ladies laughed." ..

3. "Heavenly Creations Part I Nai Granules"

Don't meet. No matter the size of the millet, it always depends on the fertility of the land and the harm of the season. Song Confucianism was bound by Su's law and was not established. He Liang was named Huangmi. Sticky millet can make wine, and reed millet is called sorghum, which is seven feet high, such as reed millet. There are many names of Liang Xiaomi, depending on the millet. Its name is due to surname, landscape, shape or season. In short, they cannot be enumerated. Shandong people ..

4. "Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio" Volume 11 Wife

Lighter than killing. Jia Yin 18 years old, rebelled against San Francisco, was a soldier of the Southern Expedition, raised horses, sold out chickens and dogs, and defiled women and children. When it rains heavily, the water in the field is a lake, and there is no one at all, so I put a fork into the sorghum bushes. Soldiers know that riding naked, having fun in the water, rarely leave. But Zhang's wife didn't squat down and openly stayed at home. There is a kitchen, and I dig a few feet deep with my husband at night. Cover with a thin layer, add ..

5, "Dangkou Zhi" back to the ninetieth

"It's great, know my mind, so much for my humble opinion. It's just that I respect food too much, so I must not pass through Laiwu Valley. The terrain around Changchengling is the most dangerous, and we are afraid that thieves and soldiers will be there and cut off our route for providing foodstuff. The big statue can be solved by a detour from Gaoliangtun. It is similar to Qinglong Xun in Boshan County, that is, when you meet a thief, the officers and men will be there as soon as they call, which can keep you safe. " Lu Shao replied: "What the general saw was absolutely true, and the subordinates obeyed the dispatch." .

3. The poem "Ten Red Sorghums" describing sorghum

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Category: original poetry

High density, related to red.

Legend has it that the immortal Hongyun burned incense and visited Qin Qing.

Sorghum is bloody and heroic, and the grass is deeply grieved.

The water reflects the balcony and shines on the shore, and the wind is comfortable and green.

In history, jewels are often used to recite ancient and modern times.

Red classics, singing high-density revolutionary feelings

Mo Yan's pen and ink are filled with lofty sentiments, and the smoke in the movie makes tears condense.

Brittle rain pours plants and trees, and the wind is full of flowers.

Red songs don't change their passion, and Bibo is still strong.

The classic cragginess looks heavy, and sorghum guards peace.

A vibrant male soul

Xia Hong is lush with green grass, and once the plastic clanged across the mountains.

The fiery heart tide rises heroically, and the firm loyalty and blood waves are awesome.

8 thousand rain and snow hang on the intestines, and 100 thousand wind and frost destroy bones.

Reprinting with Gankun can't repay the Japanese invaders.

Red spring

I felt that Ziqing was drunk with Chunzhi, and suddenly I heard that I was crazy about butterflies.

A hundred miles of lush swords and bravery, an altar shows off the ear and spits out the piano poems.

The spring breeze is sweet and fragrant, and the rain is thick and thick.

Looking for Di Qing's smile in his hometown, he brought delicious food to people.

Find high density

The secret history of sorghum is an opportunity. Shandong has soft land and clusters of big fans.

Fortunately, the good minister sold the base and returned the martyr to the castle peak.

I admire sharing sorrows and joys. I'm asking for it.

A single spark can start a prairie fire painstakingly, and this situation will always be left to Xuanyuan.

Gaomi sentimentality

Tears fell on the screen, watching the sparks of sorghum.

Green leaves are the blood of sad people, and scarlet people remember the sand of victory every time.

At dawn, the gun bore aimed at the dark castle, refreshing and climbing the cliff.

If you are invincible, you will lose your land. Why do you need EMI glory?

Red sorghum

Dancing on a sunny day, a fire curtain gathered in the column.

Die-hard guerrillas hold up the rising sun, and steel knives overcome danger.

Ying Ge is full of fragrance, and the fragrance of willow noodles will be passed down to future generations.

If you are desperate, why not shed your blood and you will be loyal.

Red sorghum wine

A deep red is embedded in the blue dome, and the stormy waves roll up.

Dan Qing is full of books, and the golden pen is a little strong.

The medicated liquor is fragrant, warm, brave and healthy, and has qi invigorating and refreshing effects.

The mountains and rivers are prosperous, and the new flag of Gaomi sings strong winds.

Yong Gaomi

Beautiful mountains and rivers, high-density commentary.

Half of the heroes are in Tengchong, and they are full of blood.

Take a few photos of the cloister, and nine liters of spirits are intoxicating.

The spring breeze is warm and rich, and ten thousand mu of red beams are plastic jade que. ?

Red legend, high-density love

A hundred miles of sorghum land, the wind blows red waves.

Kill the enemy and the Japanese aggressors with guns, and bomb the anti-party mountain with guns.

Hunting flags, burning swords and cold blades.

Passion and thorns sweep away and liberate the people.

4. There are many poems about sorghum, which are related to red.

Legend has it that the immortal Hongyun burned incense and visited Qin Qing.

Sorghum is bloody and heroic, and the grass is deeply grieved.

The water reflects the balcony and shines on the shore, and the wind is comfortable and green.

In history, jewels are often used to recite ancient and modern times.

Red classics, singing high-density revolutionary feelings

Mo Yan's pen and ink are filled with lofty sentiments, and the smoke in the movie makes tears condense.

Brittle rain pours plants and trees, and the wind is full of flowers.

Red songs don't change their passion, and Bibo is still strong.

The classic cragginess looks heavy, and sorghum guards peace.

A vibrant male soul

Xia Hong is lush with green grass, and once the plastic clanged across the mountains.

The fiery heart tide rises heroically, and the firm loyalty and blood waves are awesome.

8 thousand rain and snow hang on the intestines, and 100 thousand wind and frost destroy bones.

Reprinting with Gankun can't repay the Japanese invaders.

Red spring

I felt that Ziqing was drunk with Chunzhi, and suddenly I heard that I was crazy about butterflies.

A hundred miles of lush swords and bravery, an altar shows off the ear and spits out the piano poems.

The spring breeze is sweet and fragrant, and the rain is thick and thick.

Looking for Di Qing's smile in his hometown, he brought delicious food to people.

Find high density

The secret history of sorghum is an opportunity. Shandong has soft land and clusters of big fans.

Fortunately, the good minister sold the base and returned the martyr to the castle peak.

I admire sharing sorrows and joys. I'm asking for it.

A single spark can start a prairie fire painstakingly, and this situation will always be left to Xuanyuan.

Gaomi sentimentality

Tears fell on the screen, watching the sparks of sorghum.

Green leaves are the blood of sad people, and scarlet people remember the sand of victory every time.

At dawn, the gun bore aimed at the dark castle, refreshing and climbing the cliff.

If you are invincible, you will lose your land. Why do you need EMI glory?

Red sorghum

Dancing on a sunny day, a fire curtain gathered in the column.

Die-hard guerrillas hold up the rising sun, and steel knives overcome danger.

Ying Ge is full of fragrance, and the fragrance of willow noodles will be passed down to future generations.

If you are desperate, why not shed your blood and you will be loyal.

Red sorghum wine

A deep red is embedded in the blue dome, and the stormy waves roll up.

Dan Qing is full of books, and the golden pen is a little strong.

The medicated liquor is fragrant, warm, brave and healthy, and has qi invigorating and refreshing effects.

The mountains and rivers are prosperous, and the new flag of Gaomi sings strong winds.

5. Poems describing sorghum praise Gaomi.

Beautiful mountains and rivers, high-density commentary.

Half of the heroes are in Tengchong, and they are full of blood.

Take a few photos of the cloister, and nine liters of spirits are intoxicating.

The spring breeze is warm and rich, and ten thousand mu of red beams are plastic jade que.

kaoliang

Author: Chu Zhengzi 2065438+August 29, 20051kloc-0/:39 Gao Liang's life is divided into two parts.

Children are the most expensive in the first half of life.

Because I'm having a baby.

For so long without scruple.

Blush without restraint

On the heights of the whole land

Show off her tall figure

Showing off her red scarf is as bright as the sunset.

Let rice, wheat, corn and sweet potatoes

All crops are envious and jealous.

Du Xiang sunshine zhichong

Occupy the lowlands

Showing off sorghum

Regardless of the north and south of the Yangtze River

Sorghum suffered from the loss of children in the second half of life.

The child who was pregnant for one season was taken away.

Pancakes, steamed bread, wine making

It has nothing to do with sorghum again.

After losing the child, the straw breast shrank.

Be cut and cut off

Weave into a broom

The nobles bowed their heads

Sweep sewage, garbage and chicken manure.

Keep company with turbid things all day.

Idle in the shadows

in a huddle

Just like an old woman with a humble position and rags

The life of sorghum

You should bear such punishment for the frivolity of the first half of your life.

Or don't hand over all the seeds of bargaining?

6. What are the poems praising sorghum? There is a legend in the countryside that a member planted a sorghum on five acres of land.

Later, it actually grew into a big tree, enjoying the cool under the swaying ear-Su Jin's umbrella gently twisted with sorghum grains, which was red sorghum wine. It's not an ancestral coarse porcelain bowl. How can it be worthy of your blood and spirituality?

-Su Jin umbrella far Hanshan stone path, people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

The autumn wind is colorful, and sorghum is chosen as the nib. Clear water expresses lofty, while white clouds relate to poetry.

The grouse spreads its wings and reflects the emerald color, and the reed duck steps into the sky. Climb high and shout, and the weather is myriad.

-Du Mu's life is dry and bitter. When it rains, he drinks enough leaves to grow. In early autumn, children are tall and graceful, and humble and mature people boast.

-Dead trees, green grass and red sorghum, like countless torches, reflect the sky. Flaming sorghum ears are full of pearl-like fruits, nodding and smiling at hardworking people in the breeze.

-The beauty of the Unknown Mountain is a triumphant song, commenting on Gaomi's record. Half of the heroes are in Tengchong, and they are full of blood.

Take a few photos of the cloister, and nine liters of spirits are intoxicating. The spring breeze is warm and rich, and ten thousand mu of red beams are plastic jade que.

-anonymous sorghum's life, should I endure such punishment for the frivolity of the first half of my life, or should I not hand over all the seeds of bargaining. -In the unknown fields of sorghum, corn and millet, the song rang with the sound of autumn insects, and the fruit occasionally accompanied by a few times, blowing the ground intermittently like a cold eggplant.

Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds. -the nameless rock still makes sense, and there are branches in the mountains.

Life is not a stone, don't be silent for a long time. Trouble came to the vestibule and looked up at the clouds.

Clouds follow the long wind wherever they go. Sometimes the clouds are fixed, and the wanderer has gone and never returned.

Sorghum began to return to Yan, and sorghum was already sad. Life is not bitter, but the dead look like this.

What happened? Shang Shan took the cheese. -Wang Shouren Aji He Weiwei, Sorghum Into the Sky.

The ladder is twelve times as heavy, in the middle of the sky. When I am the North Star, I will see the Lisu mine.

The breeze is sparse and auspicious clouds fly. When I was on it, I looked around clearly.

Mountains and rivers are distant and gloomy, and the universe is boundless. Weifeng has gone away, and groups of kites are flying.

I am wandering when I think of Xuanyuan's home. Xu Youzhen.

7. What are the sentences describing Autumn Sorghum? 1. In the field, sorghum raised its black, red, black and red face, and corn opened its mouth like listening to the joke of Miss Qiu, revealing its gold teeth. Rice is golden yellow, and when the breeze blows, it is like a golden wave.

2. The countryside is no exception. Sorghum hung down as if kissing the earth. In the wheat field, the ears of wheat are full and golden. When the wind blows, the wheat waves roll, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Autumn is coming and the crops in the field are ripe. Sorghum's face is red, as if she had drunk too much wine; A large piece of golden rice in the distance is like a dazzling pile of gold; The breeze gently blows the wheat, rolling in the fields like golden waves. How beautiful!

Autumn is the season when crops are ripe, and it is also the favorite season of farmers' uncles. Sorghum blushed, corn grinned, Huang Chengcheng's corn grains were like golden beans, Xiaomi smiled and bowed to us, and soybeans were blown away by the wind.

In autumn, sorghum is like a drunk. When the wind came, he was drunk and staggered, and the golden wheat waves continued. The ears of rice are golden, and the shoulders and ears are crowded together; The blooming cotton peaches are like a silver ocean, with clusters of snowflakes floating.

6. Look! Autumn comes to the field, and the fiery sorghum burns like clusters of flames; Snow-white cotton falls from the air in the field like clouds of snowflakes; Golden wheat swelled up in layers with the wind, like a pool of gold, shining with dazzling light.

7. You see, the rice in the farmland is bent with laughter, the sorghum is holding a flaming torch, the corn is happy to show its rhubarb teeth, the cotton is so fat that it squeezes out its snow-white body, and the farmer's uncle is also immersed in the joy of harvest.

8. Sorghum is like a team of "red scarves", quietly observing the surrounding roads.

9. In the sorghum field, strings of soybeans are hung with strings of Huang Cancan pods. Hairy bean leaves with yellow edges. Autumn insects are hiding in it, chirping.

10. Sorghum has been planted all the way, which has grown taller than people's heads and is as green as an endless fence.

1 1. The scorching sunshine dyed the sorghum red, steamed the maple leaves red and scorched the bypass.

12. Some sorghum ears have been bent, and those red, black and yellow sorghum seeds are shiny and bulging, which are really popular.

13. Look, there are sorghum fields there. Sorghum looks drunk and flushed. Here are wheat fields and rice fields.

14. The rice fields in autumn are so lively! Sorghum blushed and smiled. A breeze blew, and sorghum made a rushing noise, as if welcoming Miss Qiu!

15. In the field, the heavy ears of grain bent down with laughter, sorghum blushed like a drunk boy, rows of neat teeth were exposed in the corn with sticks, cotton uncovered its coat and white underwear, and there was a scene of bumper harvest everywhere.

16. A cool autumn wind blew, and groups of sorghum grains stood at the top, swinging their colorful bodies and dancing. They stopped dancing slowly after the autumn wind. There are many crops next to sorghum, there are groups of peanuts underground, and there are sugarcane as dense as trees on the ground. ...

17. Sorghum is smiling and intoxicating, telling the joy of harvest.

18. In autumn, sorghum blushes and corn bends.

19. When many plants are scorched by the scorching sun, only sorghum stubbornly sticks to its waist, and a red wheat grain will be propped up after autumn.

20. Sorghum blushed and bowed his head slightly shyly.

8. Ancient Poems about Sorghum Ten Red Sorghum Poems (2011-09-2014: 29: 50) Classification: The original poems are dense, the red legend is immortal, and incense is burned to pay homage to the harp.

Sorghum is bloody and heroic, and the grass is deeply grieved. The water reflects the balcony and shines on the shore, and the wind is comfortable and green.

In history, jewels are often used to recite ancient and modern times. Red classics, high-density chanting of revolutionary feelings, Mo Yan's pen and ink are full of lofty sentiments, and the smoke of the film makes people cry.

Brittle rain pours plants and trees, and the wind is full of flowers. Red songs don't change their passion, and Bibo is still strong.

The classic cragginess looks heavy, and sorghum guards peace. The red flame, rosy clouds and bright grass of the male soul once swept the mountains with sonorous plastic.

The fiery heart tide rises heroically, and the firm loyalty and blood waves are awesome. 8 thousand rain and snow hang on the intestines, and 100 thousand wind and frost destroy bones.

Reprinting with Gankun can't repay the Japanese invaders. In the red spring, I feel purple, drunk with spring branches, and suddenly smell butterflies and butterflies.

A hundred miles of lush swords and bravery, an altar shows off the ear and spits out the piano poems. The spring breeze is sweet and fragrant, and the rain is thick and thick.

Looking for Di Qing's smile in his hometown, he brought delicious food to people. Looking up at the secret history of Gaomi sorghum, Huairou has many fans.

Fortunately, the good minister sold the base and returned the martyr to the castle peak. I admire sharing sorrows and joys. I'm asking for it.

A single spark can start a prairie fire painstakingly, and this situation will always be left to Xuanyuan. Gaomi felt the tears on the screen and looked at the sparks of sorghum.

Green leaves are the blood of sad people, and scarlet people remember the sand of victory every time. At dawn, the gun bore aimed at the dark castle, refreshing and climbing the cliff.

If you are invincible, you will lose your land. Why do you need EMI glory? Red sorghum dances vigorously in the sunny day, and the fire curtain gathers columns.

Die-hard guerrillas hold up the rising sun, and steel knives overcome danger. Ying Ge is full of fragrance, and the fragrance of willow noodles will be passed down to future generations.

If you are desperate, why not shed your blood and you will be loyal. The spirit of red sorghum is crimson, embedded in the blue dome, and the stormy waves are surging.

Dan Qing is full of books, and the golden pen is a little strong. The medicated liquor is fragrant, warm, brave and healthy, and has qi invigorating and refreshing effects.

The mountains and rivers are flourishing, and the Gaomi new flag sings strong winds. Praise the beauty of Gaomi Mountain and comment on Gaomi's achievements.

Half of the heroes are in Tengchong, and they are full of blood. Take a few photos of the cloister, and nine liters of spirits are intoxicating.

The spring breeze is warm and rich, and ten thousand mu of red beams are plastic jade que. ? According to red legend, high-density love is a hundred miles high and the wind blows red waves.

Kill the enemy and the Japanese aggressors with guns, and bomb the anti-party mountain with guns. Hunting flags, burning swords and cold blades.

Passion and thorns sweep away and liberate the people. Hope to adopt, thank you.

9. The sentence about sorghum describes the sentence about sorghum.

1. Autumn, in this charming season, leaves are falling from the branches, flocks of geese fly southward in a herringbone shape, pieces of mature sorghum are like endless sunset clouds, and golden autumn chrysanthemums bloom more brilliantly in autumn.

2. Father's love is wine, not as refreshing and pleasant as beer, not as elegant as red wine, not as light as yellow wine, not as pure and strong as vodka. Father's love is homemade sorghum wine with mellow aroma and full stamina!

When the first autumn wind blows through the fields, the rice is dyed yellow and the sorghum is dyed red, people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The ears of rice are bent, and the farmers in the fields are also suntanned with smiles on their faces.