Modern Poetry: The Night Banquet of Autumn Insects

Autumn, walking towards the depths

The little insect does not feel sad

In every corner of the forest

Still singing A happy ditty

Tireless

Dispersing the loneliness of the night

Perhaps the last party

The weather is getting cold< /p>

Or whispering in whispers

Or singing love songs

One after another

Speaking with emotion and emotion

Attachment to autumn

Pity and care for companions

Raindrops reveal the breath of winter

Tell the bugs

At this time

We should dry our wet worries

as soon as possible

To face the cruelty of winter

However, it was revealed Curtain

Even if there is no moonlight

A song and dance will be performed

On the eve of diving deep into the soil

Once again

Enjoy a rare feast

Maybe, there will be no

Regret and loneliness

Should I transform into a moth

Or die in the grave Hibernating

No need to think anymore

Between the grass and the woods

Traveling through the changing seasons

Already remembered

The way we came

After the joyful night banquet

The curtain is about to come to an end

Quietly

In the branches of the forest Dry it

and solidify it into a sculpture

Or put the staff that you read on the autumn night

into your arms

< p>Sleeping in the cold winter soil

Waiting for spring flowers to bloom

The earth revives

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