1. Poems about buying groceries Poems about buying groceries 1. Beautiful sentences about shopping for groceries Phrases about shopping for groceries Fat and bulging winter melons, fresh and green vegetables, lotus roots stained with soil, exuding fragrant coriander, green water spinach, small ball-like cabbage, red cabbage
Carrots, orange carrots, rosy tomatoes, prickly cucumbers, white radish, small lantern-like peppers, watery celery, round pumpkins, fiery red peppers, eggplants in purple robes, shiny purple eggplants, thin and short loofahs
The fat winter melon is white and yellow with water droplets, the tender bean sprouts are spicy, the green chili peppers, green celery, spinach, and leeks all exude an attractive fragrance from time to time!
2. The bright red tomatoes look like cute little faces smiling, so cute!
2. Poems about the vegetable market Vegetables, vegetable farmers, vegetable markets (1) The morning light opened the eyes of many people, and their blurry eyes drove their feet into the picture of a new day.
(2) The center of the vegetable market has already been brightly lit, which is an endless continuation of yesterday. The moon has fired and the sun has not yet taken up its post.
Linlang's dish trembled in the air and sang quietly: Come on!
Take me away!
Your taste buds are about to be opened.
Sparsely, the people buying groceries have not yet filled up their dreams and continue to laze in bed.
(3) The entrance road was originally spacious.
Now they are all given to many poor vegetables.
They cannot afford stalls and have to decorate the roadside.
Even poorer are the bags, pieces of snakeskin bags, with their bellies pressed tightly against the mud, carrying beautiful vegetable "clothes" on their backs.
Silent hawking begins in the sunshine.
Young green vegetables, white and transparent radishes, cute chili peppers with crooked lips, garlic carrying a slight frost, cabbage full of thoughts, do you want it?
(4) Such beautiful freshness has fallen by the roadside, waiting for glory.
In the quiet cold wind, the faces of the owners of the dishes turned sallow, like ancient white walls; in the howling icy rain, the dishes blurred the eyes of the owners. Those were the longed-for coins, drifting away in the dirty water.
Wait, just wait, the lucky dish will be chosen.
(5) In the garbage dump at the wet market, flies like the new delicacies most.
These, yesterday and the day before yesterday, were bathing in the sunshine in the fertile farmland and singing songs of victory.
Now it's a decadent ballad.
They are saddened by their master's sweat, but they don't want to be scattered. They want to be like the partners they sold to, and enter people's homes beautifully, in exchange for rippling waves for their masters.
(6) Day by day, the lives of vegetable farmers are cut into three parts. One part is facing the rising sun and moonlight, stirring the black waves; one part is standing alone in loneliness, with eyes begging for life; one part is desolate smoke, telling the story of life.
far away.
(7) In the vegetable market, today’s local vegetables are no longer popular.
Foreign girls are the darlings of the banknotes.
It is not your fault that you are being left out and being feared. It is because the mentality of the banknotes has changed. You are born and raised here, genetically modified, and in greenhouses. It is a distant world, so don't yearn for it.
(8) The vegetable market is still the same. The vegetable sellers get up very early.
3. Poems about the vegetable market Vegetables, vegetable farmers, vegetable markets (1) The morning light has opened the eyes of a few people, and the blurred eyes have driven their feet into the picture of a new day.
(2) The center of the vegetable market has already been brightly lit, which is an endless continuation of yesterday. The moon has been fired, but the sun has not yet taken up its post.
Linlang's dish trembled in the air, and sang quietly: Come on!
Take me away!
Your taste buds are about to be opened.
There are only a few people shopping for groceries. They haven’t filled up their dreams yet and continue to laze in bed.
(3) The entrance road was originally spacious.
Now they are all given to many poor vegetables.
They cannot afford stalls and can only decorate the roadside.
Even poorer are the bags, pieces of snakeskin bags, with their bellies pressed tightly against the mud, carrying beautiful vegetable "clothes" on their backs.
Silent hawking, opening in the sunshine.