There are no fewer than five poems and songs about Gaozhuang.
Solar terms in small towns
Densely lined with lunar calendar.
I walk on the mountain road, just like a winding mountain road.
Walking in the mountains.
Towering green hills
Swing seedling
Like a flat poem.
After a moderate rain.
Especially young and lovely.
After so many years, a wisp of wheat fragrance remains in my heart
Still spreading in vitro
I saw ancestors holding sickles.
Stand up from the wheat field and repeat the beauty of labor.
They are in the loess.
Give all your enthusiasm to the crops.
This is my home, my father and brother.
My rocks and Woods
My naughty childhood and those
Bad habits that can't be broken for years.
Summer winds pass through these fields and villages.
Wake up the love after the rain
We compare all happiness to
Endless harvest.
2 Liang Zhu. Fenggaozhuang town exchange meeting
There was almost no farm work in the countryside in March.
When Sophora japonica is white,
Money is getting old.
The warm wind made the catkins fly,
Pedestrians get annoyed when their faces are stained with clothes.
Merchants have a coup to promote sales.
There was a sea of people under the stage,
The young lady on the stage is coquettish.
The gauze cheongsam has a high slit.
A short shirt can't cover a small waist. 3 Gaozhuang Post: April 3, 2009 at 22: 1 1: 00.
I have heard of famous villas for a long time, and there is a special day in Shenlin. All roads lead to Guangsha, so you can cross the river lightly. Butterflies are playing in the fragrant bushes, and warblers are singing in front of green willows. Jin Wenxiang's room is full, and Yang Gao takes four steps to get to the sand-Qiyuhu in Xixi Gaozhuang stays in the clouds, Pinghu reflects the show, the red disappears, the green overflows and the wind blows. Water lilies are easy to lean on, and bamboo shadows are thin at the autumnal equinox. Chen Hanxiang, decorated with green eaves pomelo, Tony Gao Mingfeng has a strong aftertaste. A ripple mark asks the former dynasty, who will accompany you when time flies? Five servants clap Wen Zhuang's high arch elegy. Two authors: Su Song Dynasty: Song School: Who is the same as fame and wealth without favor, Confucian scholars are fair.
There was an ancient saying that the present is the present, plain and simple.
The Rock Temple is still full of elegance, and Tang Yan is full of laughter.
He has never been known, and his unique thought lies in the sacred heart. 6 Gaozhuang Street Ordinary Life Category: Modern Poet Author: Billions of Light Years Publication Date: 2009-10-13: 20:14 Editor's Note: True happiness, simple happiness, life flows in the light of words. Poetic. North. A place that the city often forgets.
The street lights are neat, and they are more greedy and sleepy than the night.
The road is spacious, but it's a little bumpy.
For example, the dried skin of these old people
I don't know when those wrinkles came into being
Pomegranates and persimmons are planted in the yard.
This is the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and many people have planted hope.
Red as a jewel in the autumn frost.
The top of the tree is usually preserved.
Feed the birds or die.
The sun will be late as usual.
White fog runs rampant until eight or nine o'clock.
Then, the weather became hot.
The sound is presented through gauze.
Bicycles burst out in twos and threes.
Leisure still favors the elderly.
The old man and his wife are pedaling bicycles in the trunk.
East, west, north and south, nagging all the way
Or set up a low table on the side of the road.
While repairing the Great Wall, count the lonely time of one yuan and two yuan.
Young people don't seem to be as busy as they think.
Take a bath as soon as you have time.
Steam and friction.
Naked, shameless.
Frank as plain.
Braised sheep's head, sauced beef and ground pot dog meat are lined up.
Hu spicy soup, Baiji steamed buns and meat box jiaozi are mouth watering.
Regan Noodles has a history of one hundred years.
The candied haws are covered with walnuts, hawthorn and raisins.
Those ostentatious sour sweets
This is Gaozhuang, a long old street.
Flowing in his wife's mouth for thirty years.
A footprint I stepped on thousands of miles away.
A little strange feeling.
Seeking intimacy in noodle soup and steamed stuffed bun