Whispering in the west wind
Rainy and rainy
Sprinkle
Fine solitary branch
Condensed with fragrance and cold
Butterflies are hard to come by.
In another year, if the west wind remains the same
blowing snow
See the sky clear.
Have the advantage/excellence/superiority in ...
Waiting in the air
Dead leaf inversion
Xiangtiankai
Like the wind blowing away the last cloud-swept away.
Lift your head.
have a dream
from the very first
Sit still and think clearly.
Like a tiger.
Shuxiang center
Say hero
Don't talk when spring comes.
A bug dares to keep quiet.
When the Double Ninth Festival comes in September,
Come and enjoy the chrysanthemums
The fragrance permeates Chang 'an.
The curse of golden flower
Modern autumn poems 2 comb the yellow leaves of the sunset frost flowers
No matter how long the tears flow, you can't stop traveling.
No matter how hot your mind is, you can't resist the coolness of autumn.
Zaipoma
The autumn wind is endless.
I am another vastness.
A pot of sake is drunk at dusk.
Sing it again and again.
Sing it down your throat and spit out your guts.
A dark cloud stole my soul.
It began to snow halfway up the mountain, and it was cold to my heart.
Rice bowl plate
They live in my kitchen.
Are dwarfs in the fairy tale world of lovers.
After marriage, they took care of my simple life.
Now, I am in their barren hearts
It is the most beautiful taste to leave your lover on the tip of your tongue.
Thank them again and again.
Modern Poetry about Autumn 3 September Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, reflecting the loneliness of autumn.
Bloom in the moonlight.
Open in the lover's cemetery
In my mother's silver hair
Open in a tear in the corner of my eye
Condense into eternity
Ma Po. Another kind of scenery
The street full of rape flowers looks very narrow.
There are several passers-by in a hurry.
On sunny days, the plowmen are dizzy.
My wife's autumn colors are getting better every year.
God's eyes were long and he saw Ma Po.
Good weather, a piece of cake
Whose drunken woman is dangling from the window?
The stars in the sky peep at the world.
She stretched out her hand to block the past:
It's really cold
Modern Poetry about Autumn 4 Don't miss the autumn day.
Put on more clothes, it's not warm.
Hiding alone in Yili wine
Small two dizzy, sophomore dizzy, unconscious.
The wind blew in the middle of the night and rolled into a ball.
Mouth muttered:
It's so cold that my wife will cover me with a dress.
dead leaves
It's too old.
Huanghuangqu
The wind rustled by the door.
Nobody will accept it.
No one knows its heart.
What a green spring!
Meet a beautiful person
No one understands that this is a real leaf.
Wandering soul
Wake up from the smoke
Shake off the ghost
I think I am a person's shadow.
There is a hole to be filled.
In September, you can't eat delicious fireworks.
Only days full of hunger
When approaching Amb Lee.
Frozen into an insurmountable Tianshan mountain
Is it only one season to harvest modern poems about autumn?
Who wrote her into the code without authorization?
I have traveled all over Qian Shan.
Looking for golden footprints.
Lush vilen.
I can smell her coming quietly.
This is not a hymn of harvest.
Even if you get something.
But the land became empty.
Is the sack really a treasure?
Maybe it's a pile of moldy seeds
What do you bring to meet the promise of spring?
Don't let her wander in the wind.
I'm tired of this door today.
Still catching up with the next fifth season.
What is the wild goose's rush?
A rain accompanied by typhoon guests.
Make the four seasons more unbalanced
I almost got lost in the fog.
suddenly realize
Autumn is no longer a brilliant climax.
It's time to say goodbye.
Before autumn comes.
Or stick to my hopes.
It doesn't matter what is in the bag.
Throw it here.
listen to
March's nagging came from over there.
Tears or pearls?
Time or wheels? ...