Who said a sad word?
Yuehua pours wine
Mist lingers
Dew on the lotus, listening to the whispers under the eaves.
Whispering ... it's time.
east
A wisp of Xu Hong
Reflect the maple forest in the whole foothills.
Staring at the rows of geese in the southern sky
Stop?
Wind; timebomb
The wind danced with the plane leaves.
Shake gently under your feet.
Oh, it's late autumn.
Even the reeds and catkins are flowing in pursuit of autumn.
The flowers in the yard also fell and kissed its roots.
I use my hands.
Hold some petals.
Blow away; Dispel; make a deep impression
Give it another hand.
Put it gently on the lake.
Want to send ... who is that?
Intoxicating autumn
Drunk too.
Who ..... who?
The shadow of the fence frame!
oh
There is a boat with leaves in the lake.
There is a bluebird tied to the mast.
Very close, very close!
Late Autumn Modern Poetry II —— Late Autumn Jade Case
Shan Lan is like fog and maple.
The north wind rises,
Residual tears.
Autumn water is like gold in the sunset.
The wind shook Huang Ju,
The moon is cold and full of stars.
Autumn rain is cold.
Sunsets only meet at dusk,
It is appropriate to sleep in the autumn rain.
Only when you retire in old age,
Keep your eyes open,
Time is precious,
God bless. Yes
-Run into each other
Expect the temperature of one hand.
Floating slowly in an unexpected encounter
Hurry up
Stir up waves in my heart
at dead of night
The moment you turn off the lights.
A kind of despair spread.
The empty wall is in the distance
Eager to breathe
A deep and quiet voice
Around the ear
Like an angel in a fairy tale
Listen quietly
That voice exists.
Listen carefully
Still alive.
Modern Poetry in Late Autumn 3 Fill in the blanks in Late Autumn
Fill in some red maple leaves first.
Then fill in the information sent by chrysanthemum.
Finally, fill in Gigi Yuan leaves.
I have done a lot.
Plus your own honey juice induction.
In the judgment question of late autumn,
Weave a red silk scarf to meet loneliness.
Change the flowering period of life with a murmuring dream.
Find a happy excuse for the painful days.
Then there is an orange sunset glow under my left hand.
Under the right wrist is the call of a clear poem.
In the short answer questions in late autumn
Choose to expect moderate inspiration.
The perfect combination of hospitality, wind and water
Drag the moon and stars into the melodious desktop.
My morning reading
Those who are punished for forgetting their lessons.
They are all answered by themselves as the gurgling sound of Zheng.
As a beautiful hibiscus, be answered by yourself
Faint happiness floats across the sky of the lunar calendar.
My score will be a smile.
My grades will ring again.
Thanks for this colorful autumn.
Dye the background of my heart next to the fragrance
All kinds of feelings in the morning next to flowering
Loneliness has opened a faint long road.
Sorrow is better than overgrown moss.
Every blink ` and Yan Huiguang.
Careful polishing every day.
Let the wilderness of love have a beautiful heart.
Let the wind fly around a large area.
Bow down and pay tribute in the colorful scenery.
Thank you for your kindness in the flower season.
Thanks to Huayu's generosity.
In a lot of anecdotes in the future
A roll of fragrant flowers handed down from generation to generation.
Modern poetry in late autumn 4. The beautiful mountains and rivers in late autumn are quiet.
On the cycle of years
Fast time depends on a trickle.
Talk about romantic people and things in history easily.
It makes people think about the ancient and the present.
Around midnight and during the day, things changed.
Just like autumn leaves melt into boats with the flood of history-
Or sing softly or loudly.
Open-minded along the way
Laugh and laugh in the smell of late autumn
The sun and moon in late autumn were left out in the cold.
Neither fish nor fowl, cool wind and cold rain.
Under the temptation of sentimental clouds
Disturb the sincere dialogue between the sun and the moon
So the emotional series is getting more and more annoying.
With colorful butterfly dreams.
Deep in the spring cabinet of love and affection.
Simulate the gentle posture of a season of winter snow.
Care for a picture scroll in late autumn
Fine chrysanthemum sent with cold fragrance.
Put acacia alone in the smell of late autumn
The scenery in late autumn is messy and quiet.
Every courtyard wall is covered with yellowed poems.
It's a love song of green leaves falling in love with the moon.
It is a melancholy plot of wandering homesickness.
Admiration in "There is no road to doubt after heavy mountains and heavy waters"
And the dripping heroic songs.
Every blood vessel smells.
The ink clouds in July are full of flowers.
There is a cold and dry Hà Thu with a faint fragrance.
There is a lingering feeling of red peach blossoms dying.
Poetry in drunken autumn leaves.
The charm of late autumn
Leisure lingers on the branches of the mountain.
Stay in a long and short memory.
Always in a gentle tone.
Clever lyricism of late autumn landscape love songs.
Pondering over a blue sky, Qing Chuan.
Sing the mountains and rivers and carry forward soul of china.
Swing a song in the charm of late autumn
China Totem of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor