1. "Fourteen Lines: The Crown" by modern poet Haizi
The girl I love,
The girl of the river,
Her hair turned into leaves, and her arms turned into tree trunks.
Since you cannot be my wife,
you must become my crown.
I will wear it with the great poets in the world.
Wrap my harp and quiver with your beautiful leaves,
The roof of autumn, the weight of time,
Autumn is bitter and fragrant,
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Make the stone bloom like a crown.
The autumn roof is bitter and fragrant,
The air is filled with a crown,
Split laurel and almonds and bitter fragrance.
2. "Wild Wind" by modern poet Xi Murong
Just bow your head and say goodbye like this,
There is nothing in the world that can really be turned back.
The river,
is just like the grassland in autumn.
Let us wither and wither together,
Let us also meet.
We promised to forget each other,
Only the wild wind never stops.
Always anxiously in the forest,
beside the mountain road, at strange street corners,
sweeping through my mottled heart.
Sweep the memories that are falling one after another,
like autumn leaves.
3. "Farewell to Friends on an Autumn Night" by modern poet Shu Ting
The first time I was touched by your talent was in the misty spring rain. .
We say goodbye tonight, it is difficult to meet again,
The mulberry branches are sobbing.
It is already the sluggish wind in late autumn,
You always compare yourself to,
an old pine after a lightning strike.
The pain of a burn can never be cured in a lifetime.
It is not like the willow trees with flowers and catkins.
It changes its appearance every spring.
I often wish to be like,
Feihong traveling from south to north,
paving the road in the vast sky.
If you don’t learn from the narcissistic parrot, you can’t live without the golden cage day and night.
This is our respective misfortune,
It is also our common difficulty,
Because we think too much about life.
Our hearts,
Our hearts are always so heavy,
When will the old piles sprout new shoots,
shake down Dead branches are exchanged for a lush tree.
When spring is always present in the earth,
soothes the sleepy soul,
there is no need to rush back and forth.
4. "Maple Tree and Seven Stars" by modern poet Bei Dao
The world is as small as the scenery of a street,
We met, you click head.
All past events are omitted,
Greetings are omitted,
Maybe happiness is just a process.
Everything is over,
But why are you still wearing that red scarf.
Look, the sky decorated with maple leaves,
How clear and sunny,
has moved to the last glass window.
Behind the huge roof,
the seven stars rose,
no longer like a bunch of ripe grapes.
This is another autumn,
Of course, the street lights are about to turn on,
I want to see your smile.
Forgiveness and indifference,
And that calm gaze,
The street lights are about to turn on.
5. "The Power of the Earth" by modern poet Luo Yihe
This is the power of the earth.
Heavy rain comes from autumn, washing away crops and steel.
Life is recalling, the leaves are crying,
There are traces of yellow leaves and animals in the park.
A person, a sudden name,
has a sudden red color.
In autumn, his heads are being transported away,
A statue of the God of Poetry hangs on a crane in the clear sky among the yellow leaves.
His crooked body was like a young goshawk,
"A person, a sudden thief.
Died in the fire, died in the fire The person who borrowed fire and used fire to put out the fire,
As far as I know, he was strangled and then hung up," - heavy rain came down from autumn.
There are huge hieroglyphs growing in the sky,
jumping from one thing to another,
from paper to writing, from wax to torch ,
Get away from the old days in a year.
The heavy rain from autumn moved me.
It washed away bridges, quartz and polished sand.
This is the power of the earth.
Heavy rain comes from autumn,
Let people make a difference, leave footprints, and then be flattened.
Wash away the right ashes and the right corpse,
Every sentence flies up in the emotion.
Exit its bones,
This is the power of the earth,
The heavy rain comes from the autumn, and the sound of its burning is heard.
Now I am leaving art,
A fire and emptiness are burning,
Heavy rain has fallen from autumn, and there are few people.
Washing away crops and steel,
The ignorance of life is that it is always passed by.
The human body leaves a relationship in the vicinity.
There are few pedestrians on the road, which is monotonous and endless.
The direction and shadow are reflected,
The real vehicle is getting smaller and smaller in the distance.
Enter the emptiness from the human body,
Heavy rain falls from autumn, and everything makes noise.
This is the power of the earth,
A huge area with no doors or windows appeared to me.
The phantom is fickle,
washes over crops and steel,
It is something that can penetrate to get there.
The heavy rain comes from autumn,
asking for my inner image.