"Autumn Dream" Dai Wangshu
The distant shepherdess's sheep bell,
shaken the light leaves.
Autumn dreams are light,
It is the love of a graceful shepherd girl.
So my dream came quietly,
But it carried the heavy weight of the past.
Oh, now, I have some chills,
Some chills, and some melancholy.
(January 1931)
"Frost Flowers" Dai Wangshu
Frost Flowers in September,
October The frost flowers,
the maiden of mist,
bloom to my temples.
Decorated with autumn leaves,
You have decorated the monotonous death,
Dear mist girl,
Come and give me your hairpin. Pretty flowers.
Do you still have tears of pearls?
The sun no longer reignites the ashes of death.
I quietly watched the fall of my hair,
So I ushered in the autumn decorated by you.
(October 1935)
"Autumn" Du Yunxie
Even the pigeon whistle produces a mature tone,
Gone are the noisy summer days with showers.
No longer think about the severe and sweltering test,
The detailed memories of dangerous swimming.
Having experienced the breaking of the ground in the spring,
the twisting and injury of the young buds as they grow,
these branches have also been wild under the scorching sun,
I almost lost my way in the rainy night.
Now, there are no floating clouds in the ordinary sky.
The mountains and rivers are clear and clear, and the vision is extremely broad;
It is the season when wisdom and emotion are mature,
The river water also seemed to come from a deeper source.
After fermentation, the chaotic air flow turns into transparent wine in the valley;
Which autumn mood is blowing here? The intoxicating fragrance
has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves.
The street trees also use red to hint at something,
The wheels of bicycles flash with vitality;
The long arm of the tower crane points into the distance at high altitude,
Qiuyang scanned the harvest information above.
(Autumn 1979)
"Jiangnan Grass" Li Ji
Autumn when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom,
My first time Came to Jiangnan.
Although I came in a hurry and left in a hurry,
But your beauty exceeds my imagination a thousand times.
Looking at your beautiful city,
The most beautiful pictures have lost their color;
Walking in the beautiful water town,
Even the poems that have been passed down through the ages seem pale.
Your beauty makes me feel ashamed:
I can’t find a word to describe you in my vocabulary.
People say: "There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below."
Heaven is just a fantasy that people weave in your image.
I know that your magic and beauty cannot be revealed in autumn.
What I see is just a piece of grass among your thousands of flowers.
But I am going back,
I am going back with this blade of grass.
I want to take this blade of grass to the desert,
I want to bring this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I will plant it in the Gobi Desert,
I will also say this to my fellow villagers:
"Water it with our sweat Let’s,
Let our Great Gobi become like Jiangnan!”
(August 1957)
“Autumn Song—— 1》 Guo Xiaochuan
Autumn is here, and the geese are calling;
The sun in the clear sky is redder and more delicate!
The ears of grain are ripe and the sound of cicadas has disappeared;
Life on earth is sweeter and better!
The green pines on the coast are full of wind and waves;
The sweet-scented osmanthus in Jiangnan fills the avenue with fragrance.
The horses in the grassland are fat;
The green mountains in the northeast are wearing snow caps.
Oh, autumn, autumn water, and the bright moon of autumn,
None of them have been marked with our hard work!
Oh, autumn flowers, autumn fruits, and autumn red leaves,
none of them have not been soaked in our sweat!
The mountains of history are layer upon layer!
We climbed another hundred steps up a ten-foot-high slope.
The battle is endless!
We have traversed thousands of hectares of desert sand and thousands of miles of snow.
Looking back: the fortress is strong, the ditch is deep, and the west wind is strong.
Excuse me: Who doesn’t caress Ying Chang’s sigh with his hand?
The wildfire in the wind will never be extinguished!
There are as many dangerous passes as there are brave ranks.
The fishing boat in the waves, as light as a butterfly!
How great the difficulty is, how strong the courage is.
I once followed the brigade to fight through the vast night,
At this moment, I sang again, "The pass and the road are as true as iron."
I once visited Huangyangjie with my comrades.
The White Army back then died in the wilderness without knowing where it was!
Only the flowing water of the rivers continues to surge,
The red flag of battle never arrives!
Only the heroic spirit of the warriors grows day by day,
The harvest season comes every year.
Oh, autumn is here, the wild geese are calling;
The sun in the clear sky is redder and more delicate! ...
Oh, the ears of grain are ripe, the sound of cicadas has disappeared,
Life on earth is sweeter and better! ......
(September 29, 1962)
"Autumn Song - Give Nuan Nuan" Xian Xian
The fallen leaves are completed The last trembling
The flower disappears in the blue eyes of the lake
The sound of the anvil in July is far away
Nuan Nuan
Yanzi They are no longer writing their beautiful fourteen lines in the autumn sky of Liaoqiong
Nuan Nuan
The horseshoes left trampled fallen flowers
< p>On the small mountain path in the southThe singer left behind the broken rhyme of the piano
In the quiet temple in the north
Autumn, autumn leaves nothing behind Next
Only one Nuan Nuan is left behind
Only one Nuan Nuan is left behind
Everything is left behind