A basket of moonlight hidden in the windowsill
Pad your heels and catch the splashing autumn wind.
Night, into my chest.
Take out the wound left yesterday.
Lick it
Then cross the threshold of the dormitory.
Wearing a pale mask
Behind, dragging long necessities.
What else can I do?
Collar tremor
Made a wick
light the fire
Use it to understand this disappointing autumn night.
1. Kiss
Wandering fingers, lighting a cigarette.
Wandering the streets of Mong Kok
It's only a short journey.
Walk rhythmically for a thousand years
Xu Xian's love story is beautiful.
Therefore, I cherish my life, and I want to be a wheat straw.
Get used to pious prayer.
Why don't you stick out your lips?
Kissing in the dark.
2. The survival of an era
Clap your hands and give gossip as appropriate.
Give extra points, come on.
No matter what, turn day into night.
Turn evil into charity
Vertical plaque, reputation
Open the navel and introduce bad habits into the uterus.
Secretly breed the devil-like rich second generation
Some people can only go home empty-handed.
On the magpie bridge, heartbroken
Facing a young corpse.
again and again
Pick up flying frost
Wash a shriveled face
Poverty is not the biggest mistake.
The lips are chapped, so you can touch some springs.
If you are struggling, you can start using crutches again.
Two dusty hair tips
The moan of death came from time to time.
-How hard it is to survive.
-survival is very difficult.
Modern Poetry in Autumn Night 2 The Last Sunset
A wisp of blood
The hedge fell into deep loneliness.
Late at night
Measure inch by inch.
Footprints in memory
Your voice.
How vague it is
Dispersed into seasonal monologues
heart
Start flying
Trembling into a flower melody
Turn gankun around.
Lose oneself
Mid-autumn night
Got caught in the rain.
Chang 'e is ill.
But found
What a cold autumn day.
And your shoulder.
But only in my heart
No flowers.
Liang Zhu's wings have nowhere to live.
Only the red leaves are fluttering.
There is blood everywhere.
Close your eyes.
Read your poem with your heart.
In the moonlight
Xiaoxiang flute is coming.
Vaguely
hear
That won't be the cry of the wind.
Such a sound
It stung my eyesight deeply.
I can't see clearly.
Blue is in your world
How boundless.
Like an ocean of cold bones
I tried my best.
I can't find the coast.
cannot find
Your warm and powerful arms
The night is too thick.
What can float when sleeping?
Let your thoughts
Cover your voice.
Wandering in the autumn night
Modern Poetry in Autumn Night 3 Autumn wind rolled out from the virgin forest
You just came into my sight.
Na Yue was immersed in the thick moonlight.
Listen to the mountain spring whispering to the waves.
The stars are embedded in the boundless sky.
Like dewdrops on yellow leaves
Missing quietly moistens the blood vessels.
The breeze blows my reverie.
Fang Fei flies to lilacs.
Quiet dreams crossed the night sky.
A string of neon lights.
Have thoughts and feelings
Roll into a short bun
I hold the wings of fantasy devoutly
Accompanied by the hot first quarter moon and the second quarter moon
Kissing my heart is really scary.
My autumn night flies.
Autumn Night Modern Poetry 4 Autumn Night 1
Quiet lake
Charming moonlight
You and I ride in the middle.
The air is sweet.
It smells of earth.
Qiu Chan also stopped singing.
Seems to be eavesdropping on our whispers on purpose.
Too close.
Smell your sweet breath again
I can't see clearly.
Just listening to your whispers.
I like this lakeside path.
Let's walk slowly
No end
Go on like this forever.
Autumn night 2
The calm lake is sparkling.
Like a giant silver mirror.
Charming autumn colors
A bright moon reflected in the water.
We rode bicycles along the path by the lake.
The air is sweet.
It smells of earth.
Wutongshushang
Qiu Chan, who was in high spirits yesterday, stopped singing.
Seems to be eavesdropping on our whispers on purpose.
Slowly approaching you, too close.
Smell your sweet breath again
I can't see your face clearly in the dark.
I only heard you whisper.
My tired heart
Take a break in your arms.
Quiet and comfortable as the sea.
I like this lakeside path.
Night covered the road.
Only our hearts can clearly know the direction.
Take your hand and walk slowly.
No end
On such a charming night
go slow
until the end of time
The faint moon rests on this cloud bed,
Looming in this foggy night.
Autumn night is always mixed with the fragrance of earth.
Highlight the dry season of your land.
Clouds and moons meet.
The excitement of the day has long been silent,
All that remains is this silence.
Midnight has come,
The insects have stopped singing.
Walking on the road of this worker,
Only the roar of the machine was quiet.
Looking up at the picturesque night sky,
All I think about is the past.
Life is like a flower,
What blooms is the glory of life,
What is dying is a mottled beautiful image.
A trace of sadness,
As hazy as the moon,
The past is like fallen leaves in the wind,
Corruption is in this quiet soil.
Yesterday yesterday seems to have been reshaped again.
The dream of childhood has been silent with the passage of time.
The torrent of history has played down the pursuit of many officials.
Dreams are always so young and frivolous:
Dream, but also in this grave.
On the big stage of this society,
How many hearts are beating,
How many dream catchers are struggling to move forward.
The moonlit night is still the same, and it is difficult to stop.
Looking back on historical dreams,
Just played down the pursuit of dreams.
The sound of the machine remains the same, but time keeps passing.
Unconsciously, dawn appeared,
The moon is gone, and so is the night.
Turn around and walk back,
But I couldn't help looking up again,
Looking at the sky, the ink has run out,
Seems to be:
Erased lead, a faded face.
Sigh this life,
In the millstone of this era, it is always loess bag.
We can't change, and we haven't changed.
Only before the grinding disc is worn,
Bloom our most beautiful life.
Autumn Night Modern Poetry 6 This is autumn night, which belongs to meditation.
When the glitz of the day is exhausted, when the footsteps stop running forward.
I retreated to a man's castle and stood still again.
Flowers bloom in spring, and I am lush in summer.
Now I have set foot on autumn.
Understand in the forbearance and silence of autumn
-I fought with myself all my life, and I didn't win or lose.
I am intoxicated in the fictional world of words.
In the Garden of Eden of Spirit
Build a poetic castle and sip moonlight and loneliness.
Take off your baggage and put on new shackles.
But I can't find myself. A child who lost himself.
How pathetic
Nobody told me.
Is the end of that road the other side of the dream?
Is there really a house facing the sea in spring?
Nobody. Nobody told me. Perhaps this is the mystery and charm of life.
But I still dare not stop.
Still dare not. Because spring is always in front of the road.
And I will always be a child who loves to run.
Go to life and spring, even if the future is full of thorns.
Autumn Night Modern Poetry 7 The chilly autumn wind messed up my black hair.
The bleak flute in the distance came to my ears,
The rustling wind and rustling leaves cover the whole world.
On this lonely night, my heart is also sad.
Look at the sky,
The moonlight is so bright,
The sky is so clear,
My tears
But like a broken bead,
Fall with a rustling sound.
Thinking to myself,
Wild flowers try to bloom their posture,
Why doesn't anyone appreciate it?
And the precious peony can make people admire?
Although it is only a small flower,
Also has its own charm,
It's just a weed,
And amazing perseverance.
Why?
Why does failure always patronize me?
Why do people always cheat in exams?
Why am I only one point away from success?
There is no solution, so we must
The cold autumn wind took away my doubts,
Let it drift away. ...
Autumn night modern poetry 8 September wind
Rain in September
I got wet in the past
Doing history.
Sitting in front of a computer screen
Feel high/fluctuating.
Fill sb.' s mind with countless ideas and ideas
Whose show cultivated the trivial things in the world of mortals?
Although the night is deep.
Whose light shines deep in the wilderness?
I am ecstatic.
Looking for the source of happiness
Go to the seaside to see the stormy waves.
ship
Listen to the whispers of seagulls.
Wang Haiyan danced wildly.
Pick up a shell and meditate for your eyes.
My idea just happened.
Enjoy the kiss of the sea breeze
Feel the warmth and coldness of the world
lenient
Side by side
Love what I love
Think what I think.
My heart beats in the long night.
Who says the desert is barren?
I don't think so.
Walking alone in the vast battlefield.
Let the passion show.
Slow down
Lost dream
The feeling of missing
Abandoned years
The past haunts us.
Uncontrollable tears flowed down the cheeks and directly to one end of the jaw.
Whatever.
Let it flow
Let it develop naturally.
There is no need to hide the source of the tears hanging on the cheeks.
freedom
According to my guess, this is a lie between lovers.
When can desert wasteland become oasis and mulberry field?
Grass and small tree stems struggling in the sand
How eager to get water resources
I walked alone on the beach.
The monologue reflects my yearning.
Dancing solo in my life
Pour out all kinds of love
There are joys and sorrows.
There are infinite joys and sorrows.
Is it beautiful and enjoyable?
Punch holes between words
Explain the memory of testimony.
Weave a beautiful life
In spring, it makes flowers more beautiful and colorful.
In autumn, it paints the red maple as a colorful cloud on the horizon.
It explains the freedom and openness of summer.
Beautify winter snow and wintersweet.
This is the power of words.
Embrace everything and Fuwa
No one can live without it.
Because the words stored in my dictionary are poorly expressive.
It is impossible to outline all the prosperity and others in the world.
So, if you edit this article at will, I hope you can give me more valuable opinions and suggestions.
Raindrops are here. I really appreciate it．
End of movement
No matter in real life.
Or in the online world
We should all be honest with each other.
true friendship
Peace * * *
Such friendship can last for a long time.
Arrogance is absolutely unacceptable
Keep your feet on the ground and move forward with each other.
Treat life generously.
Not satisfied with external interests
Don't grieve for yourself.
Give full play to your positive energy.
Wandering in the corridor of life
Love my motherland and my family.
Love yourself and bless him (her)
We have a home.
Qi Xin joined hands to build.
Modern Poetry on Autumn Night 9 Interpretation of Autumn Night Style (four chapters)
Shen Xueyin
Huai army belongs to autumn night.
Shan Ye was silent and fell asleep. The birds have already gone home in the forest, only the faint sound of horses eating night grass in the distance.
It was a quiet autumn night, with a cool breeze blowing gently. The distant mountains are dark, the empty valleys are quiet, the spring water whimpers, and the autumn insects sing.
On the mountainside, when is there light, if it is bright, if it is dark. A path leading to the mountain and the foot of the mountain, extending from the sole of the foot to both sides at will;
The fallen petal that can be seen everywhere exudes a yellow and humid smell in the almost declining flowers and plants, and occasionally a faint floral fragrance drifts with the breeze in the forest;
A few withered branches in Gu Teng are still eagerly wrapped around rows of old trees. The verdant promenade, which blocks the sun, is not so prosperous and lush, but it is somewhat sad, quiet and profound. ...
This is a quiet place where you can miss your husband very much.
This is a quiet place where you can recall the past.
……
The autumn night is long. The long autumn night.
My friend, you know, "when we broke up a year ago, how old our temples have become!" " And "should I be worried about seeing you this morning?"
Take a walk and sing for cool weather.
Autumn, the evening suddenly cool, quietly. The night wind blows, which makes people feel amazing that "the wind blows a leaf and everything is cool in autumn".
In autumn, there should be a quiet and far-reaching realm.
Autumn night is a collection of poems of four seasons.
……
Not far away, some autumn leaves are falling from the autumn wind. Pick one up and put it in the palm of your hand, let her sleep peacefully!
Autumn night is emotional;
Autumn wind can be acacia;
Autumn rain, talk;
Autumn can be missed;
……
Walking alone on the path, wandering alone, talking to himself. In this way-
Read the moon on the treetops, the stars on the moon are sparse, the moon hangs in the sky, and the moon sends thousands of miles;
Read an emotional autumn night;
Reading can miss your autumn wind;
Read autumn rain with conversation;
Read the autumn colors you can miss;
read ...
I hear a mountain pine-cone fall
The mountain is empty and the valley is still.
Last night, it was a season of delicacies, melons and fruits everywhere, fragrance of Qiu Lan and golden yellow flowers. Overnight, the fruit and joy are gone? Where are the mature mountains and pine nuts?
After the cool autumn, is there really only "two rows of slanting geese in the sky, and the scenery in late autumn is bleak"?
……
No, my friend is wearing a hat and hemp fiber, fishing for fresh fish, shrimp and fat crabs along a river alone; Or in the valley, birds sing far away from people by the river, pick chrysanthemums in the moonlight and brew honey.
Look at the shadows, the river is red.
I walked around in the sky to get it out. It was just a cool autumn!
……
Birds are singing in the empty mountains, the flowers are long, the moonlight is faint, and it is quiet and natural.
Walking through the path is another timely peach blossom garden!
You shouldn't sleep.
The autumn night is long and sleepless.
The autumn wind blew away the two glory-seeking trees, Peach Blossom and Li Bai, and the leaves rustled.
Autumn wind brings beautiful scenery, clear river water and lake light;
……
What the autumn wind can't blow away is the imagination of distant mountains and the nostalgia for water.
Friends who live in seclusion in the mountains and concentrate on the river, can you walk alone in Panasonic or wander alone in the silent autumn night at this time? Still not asleep?
By moonlight, I see that you are still "we bow, we hold our glasses, and we focus our attention on beautiful poems";
Through the trees, I see that you are still "imitating the immortal couple, blowing the breeze and making mountain shadows";
Through the river wind, I see that you are still "at midnight, I think of a city gate in the north, and I hear the bell ringing between me and sleep";
Through the empty mountain, I see that you are still "asking for a glass of wine to cheer him through the storm at dusk";
……
When can I sing with you again on this cool autumn night?
I vaguely heard the answer "Because of your promise, I watched the full moon come and go in my west building". From the night wind ...
Along the path paved with fallen leaves, a leisurely figure came along!
Modern Poetry in Autumn Night 10 Quiet and windless late autumn
Cold and warm together.
Run to my skirt
A thin body
Blown away by the wind
Stay away from your lover's branches like ginkgo leaves.
A drizzly night
The wind is approaching.
The Last Autumn in Northwest China
Is the sworn enemy of sunshine.
Don't remember the poor rich.
Don't cater to a big lunch.
I just like a coarse cloth and plain clothes.
Love the autumn breeze and the lingering moon
A drizzly evening.
I also like to write alone in late autumn nights.
Stop pursuing the fairness of the world.
No longer blindly pursue the only thing in life
No longer miss the past
Don't look forward to the future
I just want to be here now.
I only think about this moment.
late autumn
Meditate at night
It's a playground for one person.
And the distant stars in the future.
Twinkling on the edge of my dream.
Arouse the ding-dong of an old friend
I'm not afraid anymore.
Fear of all forms of invisible cold.
Or works of wind, rain and snow.
I'm just an outsider
Unscramble the profound meaning of autumn