Look,
Those golden leaves,
Gone with the wind
I think,
What kind of magic does autumn have?
She can make the leaves fall,
Can make grass,
Get dressed.
Qiu, what's it like?
Maybe,
Autumn is an unremarkable thing around us.
But it seems not.
I came to the front of the building,
Listen,
The green grass,
Gradually put on the frost coat.
I knew it,
Winter is not far from us.
Gradually,
if winter comes ,
Autumn has passed.
Where did she go?
I don't know,
You don't know.
if winter comes ,
I miss the golden one,
A moment full of harvest.
"Qiu Si" Modern Poem 2: Autumn Wind and Bright Sword.
The last yellow leaf on the branch
Draw an irregular arc in midair
Flip and swing
keep quiet
Nobody took care of it when it landed
Leaf direction
The sword of years caresses the face.
superficial
It's just that the wrinkles between the foreheads have deepened.
Frost flowers bloom on the temples.
keep quiet
Even if time urges people.
Fortunately, this heart is good.
Qiu Si Modern Poetry 3 Tonight, I have no moonlight here.
Moon, it will surely come to you.
Sprinkle all over your voyage
I live by a famous river.
Listen to the surging sound every day.
For a long time, my thoughts continued.
Women are like water, and the autumn rain is continuous.
Beautiful dance, mixed with sadness and joy.
No matter how far away, there will always be spring.
I took out all kinds of beautiful moon cakes.
On the windowsill of the observation deck
Ate a-
Lianrongxin
Qiu Si Modern Poetry 4 Your name is written in a familiar place.
I often look up, and often
Bow your head and think, is there eternity between heaven and earth?
From then on, there is no need to look for or watch.
Close your eyes and use the blood of flowers.
Imitate the ark of love and present it to you.
Everything started in warmth. I am close to you, and you are close to me.
We won't really know each other. Out of true love
An emotion, in the fuzzy heart window.
Write down your name and enter a fantasy situation.
You are Romeo and I am Juliet.
We are performing a human comedy.
Brother Sky, you have to keep your head down, and I have to keep my head up.
Let our eyes meet in thin hope.
A transparent mind speaks to nothingness.
For all of us *
Qiu Si's modern poems are so familiar to us.
Screen, mouse, fast food noodles
There are many familiar things.
Concentrate on the moonlit night
I thought I could climb the sky with a ladder.
Touch your heart, ethereal voice
Fuzzy clouds, so warm
I think Chang 'e must be sleeping now.
Too familiar, really.
I seem to see myself.
Walk with my soul, not run away.
Mottled figure, rising slowly.
Flying snowflakes melt in my arms.
"Qiu Si" Modern Poetry 6 Soon, the moon is round and curved.
We parted ways.
Flying south, life is broken.
From then on, I attached a feather.
The moon is silent and tears keep flowing.
The window of acacia, the lantern is still there.
Some mysteries never end.
I watched, the water fell on the mountain and the stone came out.
It's a long way. Take care.
Sometimes, dreams come true.
Looking forward to seeing you again, thousands of miles away.
I am ecstatic that you are listening.
"Qiu Si" Modern Poetry 7 The Speed of Radio Waves
But I can't keep up with Yan Fu.
Yin Yan's agility
But I can't catch up with sadness and music singing.
From this time on.
A 5600-mile voyage
Block the last word
Separate you and me in two different worlds.
see you again
This is the second night after you left.
The wind is miserable and my eyes are blurred.
From this time on.
I can't see your voice.
I didn't hear you yelling.
Looking at the grave, I have many ideas.
Drifting from this world to
Another world
But I can't find a window to communicate with my heart.
What accompanies you is that black soil.
Tear your heart to pieces.
Why don't good people live a stable life?
Father-my wail awakened the country of fish and fat.
But it can't go through your sealed cemetery.
The autumn sunset gives off red light.
Rice dyed red in the middle of Shushan dam
And cast your soul.
Ruthless wailing cannon
The future opens the locked tomb door-
Farewell is heartbreaking pain.
That moment
A thousand words choked my throat.
Thirty years of blood.
A child in his thirties.
But that simple father died forever.
Last month's quarrel
This is a farewell between father and son.
Memory shattering
Missing heart
Show a dreary past
Displayed in yin and yang.
But I can't find a bridge.
Have to be treasured
On the rings of memory
From spring and summer to autumn and winter
Day after day, year after year
I will always remember the Mid-Autumn Festival in 20xx.
Mid-Autumn Festival separated by Yin and Yang
Qiu Si's Modern Poetry 8 Qiu Si
Acacia follows you.
I return the fallen leaves to autumn.
Who will watch the cool breeze?
Brightly lit nights and boat trips.
Autumn night travel
It's cool without wind
It's refreshing without rain.
The faint moonlight shone down.
Gorgeous street lamps set off the scene.
It's autumn night.
There is peace without looking.
Keep the change, but there is a voiceless sound.
Autumn insects sing softly.
The laughter of passers-by became a narration.
It's autumn night.
Raise the sky and invite the moon for company.
My heart is clear and melts in the vast starry sky.
Fall into the shadow and become three.
There is no wine, only silence and joy.
"Qiu Si" Modern Poetry 9 Music and words are the drag of faith in hands.
After a glance at the refraction of sunlight,
Hope through the night
day and night
A topic like a mystery has never lost its way.
Turn over the words written in the past
I see you on the other side of the sea
Laugh beautifully.
Words spread silently.
Start sealing it slowly.
The ink pen on the ground is warm and moist.
But when struggling in the dark.
Ink shadow left sadness.
Time is beating Chai Fei.
The ink is persistent
Sit by the computer and look at the screen.
A cup of fragrance, a good book.
A good article awakens the noise in an instant.
A faint plain sound and a thick' Mo Yun'.
Impressed by pen and ink feelings
Sow a seed in the pen and ink.
Dance with language
Happy growth
The years are long and the pen and ink are fragrant.
Fragrant tea and unique cups and cups.
Mo Yun is full of words
Spring blossoms, pen and ink flow.
Flying through the four seasons in my mind.
Pin Yi Bei Shannon
Listen to a string
Regain a good mood
Tap the good times with your fingertips.
Fly between the lines in your spare time.
Yuwen Qingcheng duck
Yunpian
Rhyme with pen and ink
Jathyapple is gloomy.
Frowning rhyme
Hold incense in your hand, pen and ink are like clouds
Love between the lines
The sleeves are very beautiful.
Dancing pen and ink heartstrings
Count the years.
Gentle words filled the curtains.
Mo Yan smoked several times.
The other side of the ink, in the words of music, stretches brilliantly.
Spring flowers, moonlight, grass and warblers fly.
Full of stars and full moon
A roll of gossip, fragrant and euphemistic.
Show a roll of ink companion
Drunk this slender heartstring
The lingering sound is like a shadow.
A touch of ink on your fingertips.
Pure white of words
A handful of gossip rubbed into my heart.
Poke the pen and ink end
Unwind a roll of plain paper with the smell of ink.
Simple chords are gradually divorced from words.
Cover with tiles
Make a cup of tea with ink
Moyan Bay Sand
Roll up the veil
Farewell words.
I don't know when to start.
Deep in my eyes, I began to stay in the alley of words and nostalgia.
Time flows like a clear spring.
Jingyi was stopped by words.
This string in my heart
Under the provocation of quiet escape, there was an echo.
Like a midnight song
Play softly and warmly in the dream.
therefore
Morning twilight follows the words in memory.
The text lingers shallowly on the title page of the fleeting time
The warmth of pen and paper
Listen to the notes that touch the soul
Instantaneous loneliness covers the notes of ink.
Wonderful sounds of nature penetrate the soul.
Ripples between the lines
Hold a touch of spring rhyme on the pillow.
Warm my dream of studying in jathyapple.
Holding a faint dream of meeting the ancients.
Dialogue with nature
Yi Lian feng yue
Twist words with ink and blend them between the lines.
Fold the words into scrolls and hide them in my heart.
Wait in pen and ink.
The bleak time and space dragged the gloom far away.
Wandering in the text for thousands of years
Love for words, with a smile into the heart.
The handwriting brewed at the tip of the pen is Qing Huan.
The ups and downs of feelings are engraved in the years.
Destined to be as thin as water.
In the long journey of life
Encountered and lost are always staged simultaneously.
Music is a symphony with rhythm in mind.
It is also a sentence flowing in my heart.
Words are the voice of the soul, the voice of * * *
It is also a melody floating in my heart.
Music and words are soaring wings.
Is the closest companion in my heart.
Music and words are the halls of the soul.
It's emotional sustenance.
It is also a spiritual pillar.
Words endow everyone with temperament.
Music tastes for everyone.
I'd rather have a plum cool.
With pity between the lines
Look for the blue sky between the lines
feeling myself
Please help yourself
Motivate yourself
Even walking on the edge of loneliness
Music and words will also moisten the heart like nectar.
Words are a taste.
It is also a kind of spiritual attachment.
Words are the seeds of emotion.
Be integrated with words
Dance with language
Let words produce * * * agility.
Love music and words
Because the words are quite correct, the sailboat of the heart and the mast of the journey.
Music and words are also pulling the sailboat of the soul and the sail of the voyage.
Qiu Si's modern poetry 10 1, autumn wind
By cutting the shadow of the cloud
Release long-lost feelings
Singing alone in the boundless sky
Who will draw my silent steps?
The wind helps to collect the remaining load.
The illusion of yesterday's shame
Screen shadow, paper ink and ink painting
This pen is elegant.
Immersed in the silence of the lips.
Qingqi west window
The smell of wine in your cup.
Sing a farewell song
Talk to your eyes.
2. Autumn rain
Standing by the window alone
I saw the tears of the clouds flying.
A little cold, whose eyeliner is dim?
It's also so early
Your banana is an umbrella, standing in the rain
Staring at the sadness of my insomnia
No words burst their banks in loneliness.
Just silently staring at each other on the shore.
My dream is wet.
Those marks
Not only the rain, but also you.
3. Autumn flowers
There is no sound of broken soul.
Another night of nonsense.
This chapter was quietly deleted by the morning light.
Impression of the past
The sadness turned into a residual butterfly
Stars are scattered in the hair salon.
Those random kisses
Let the two lines act inexplicably
Wet cheeks
Hold the earth lightly, but bury the soul.
Don't want to forget completely
Just look at the wind and rain in the next season.
Between your lips, new buds are growing.
4. Autumn Moon
Pale and painful
The distance between familiarity and strangeness
Ripples in the silence of the heart lake
Autumn insects sing softly.
A long piece of acacia
A ray of cold moonlight
Last night, that glass of wine was full of happiness.
Is it still on your desk?
I'm not a woman in a cold cave.
But let the face freeze in the distance.
If you can see my sadness and happiness.
You are not required to recite poems and words.
I just want a dream that I understand and embed in you.
With you, in the season of red maple dancing.