Modern poetry about autumn

Liu Dabai's homing bird on the Autumn Night River, although hooked, still carries the sunset home. Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river; Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments. (1923) Autumn Morning says goodbye to you. In the starry and frosty night, I bear the pain that holy water can't wash away. You stepped on my back. Welcome, Shu Dong, you're alive! At this last moment, I opened my eyes, put my hands around the feet of the sun, watched the leaves tremble and dance, and listened to the sound of the city until I shed tears of joy! (1934) "Shanghai-Hangzhou Train" Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear as a dream, vague, looming,-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age! (1928) "Whispering" Xu Zhimo's autumn rain is a first-class cold autumn pool, a gaunt autumn willow, a timid autumn branch, a yellow autumn leaf, listening to his kiss, whispering Sanqiu's feelings and love stories, and finally gently brushing him away in autumn eyes. Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's love affair and the plot of love poems also fell into the autumn halo of autumn eyes, whirling and following the autumn flow. (1July 2, 9221day) Autumn Moon: Autumn Moon of Xu Zhimo! Who can afford to scratch and crawl romantically with silver fingertips? I don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, but I can't help crying with the touch of its jade fingers! That's it: boring clouds, the beauty of the autumn moon, cold eyes and cold clothes to attend this happy wedding and funeral. (19221October 6) The reason why Xu Zhimo's Autumn Moon is like the moonlight tonight is because we are all looking up-look at it, a full charm rises from the dark cloud like a mob-and it is particularly bright and round. It spreads out on the road, it floats on the water, and it dips in the bottom like sad weeds; It lingers on the eaves of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its glory, it caresses the ruins of the scattered tombs outside the city, and in the continuous sound of birds, it wants to see the old and new ghosts. It also stands like us, its eyes flashing and chewing the biting coolness: the lingering poetry of silver is like the star phosphorus on the water. Listen to the songs of the four fields-eternal and humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, darkness mixed with heat, in this quiet autumn night and the vastness of autumn fields, the greatness of "melting" unfolded the baby's smile in all tiny depths! (1930 10) Qiu Meng Dai Wangshu's Shepherd's Bell shook off the light leaves. Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess. So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past. Oh, now, I'm a little cold, a little cold and a little depressed. (193 1 year 1 month) Flowers in first frost Dai Wangshu Flowers in first frost in September, Flowers in first frost in October, Misty Girls Come to My Bones. Decorate you with autumn leaves, decorate charming girls with monotonous death and fog, and send me your plain flowers. Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun has not been rekindled. I watched my sideburns fall, so I ushered in the autumn decorated by you. (19351October) Du even sounded a mature tone in Autumn, and the rainy and noisy summer passed. No longer think about the severe and sultry test and the detailed memory of dangerous swimming. After breaking ground in spring buds, twisting and injury in the growth of young buds, these branches are also crazy in the hot sun and almost lost their way in the rainy night. Now, the plain sky is cloudless, the mountains and rivers are clear and clean, and the vision is particularly broad; In the season of wisdom and emotional maturity, the river seems to come from a deeper source. Turbulent airflow ferments in the valley to form transparent good wine; What autumn is blowing? The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. Street trees also imply something in red, and the wheels of bicycles are shining with vitality; The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude, and Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it. (1Autumn of 979) Grass in the South of the Yangtze River In the autumn when Li Ji chrysanthemums were in full bloom, I first came to the south of the Yangtze River. Although I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, your beauty is beyond my imagination by a thousand times. Looking at your beautiful city, the most beautiful pictures have lost their colors; Walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal swan song is eclipsed. Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: I can't find a word to describe you in my vocabulary. People say that "there is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world", and heaven is just an illusion that people weave according to your appearance. I know you can't show your magic in autumn. All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers. But I'm going back. I'm going back with this blade of grass. I want to take this blade of grass to the desert. I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown. I want to plant it on the Gobi desert, and I want to say to my villagers, "Irrigation it with our sweat, and make our big Gobi look like Jiangnan!" " (1August 957) "Qiu Ge-I" Autumn has come in Guo Xiaochuan, and geese have called; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! When the ears of grain are ripe, the cicadas disappear; Life on earth is sweeter and better! Coastal pine and cypress, wind and waves; Osmanthus fragrans in the south of the Yangtze River is full of fragrance. Good horses on the grassland have gained weight; Castle peak in the northeast, wearing a snow hat. Oh, autumn, autumn water, autumn moon, these are all printed by our painstaking efforts! Ah, autumn flowers, autumn fruits and autumn red leaves have never soaked our sweat! The mountains of history are stacked on top of each other! We climbed hundreds of steps ten feet high. The journey of fighting is endless! We broke through a thousand hectares of barren sand and snow in Wan Li. Looking back, I see: the foundation is solid, the ditch is deep and the west wind is strong. Excuse me: who doesn't touch the long counselor with their hands? Wildfire in the wind will never go out! There are many dangers, and there are also many brave people. A fishing boat braving the wind and waves is as light as a butterfly! How difficult it is, how bold it is. I used to spend the night with the brigade, but now I sing "Iron is like a mighty pass". My comrades and I went to Huang Yangjie, and the White Army died in the wilderness! Only the flowing water of the river is surging, and the red flag of fighting will never come! It's just that the pride of the warriors is getting higher and higher, and the harvest season is coming year by year. Oh, autumn is coming, and geese are crowing; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! ..... Oh, ears of grain are ripe, cicadas are gone, and life on earth is sweeter and better! ..... (1September 29, 962) "Qiu Ge-Warm-up" The fallen leaves of Yaxian finished the final trembling. The flowers disappeared into the blue eyes of lakes and swamps. The sound of anvil in July has gone far away, and in Liao Qiongqiu's sky, the warm geese haven't written their beautiful sonnets yet. The warm horseshoe leaves a broken flower in the small mountain path in the south, and the singer leaves a broken piano rhyme in the faint temple in the north. There is nothing left in autumn except warmth. Everything has left a modern poem describing autumn. The poem "Autumn Night by the River" Liu Dabai's homing bird, although trapped, still carries the sunset back. Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river; Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments. (1923) "White Dove" Hu looks pale and the sky is high and the clouds are light. What a late autumn weather! There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air. Look at them in twos and threes, circling back and forth, they are like meaning. -suddenly, they turned over, reflecting the sun, white against the sky, beautiful! (19 18) Autumn Morning says goodbye to you. On a starry night in first frost, I suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash. You stepped on my back. Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again! At this last moment, I opened my eyes, put my hands around the feet of the sun, watched the leaves tremble and dance, and listened to the sound of the city until I shed tears of joy! (1934) "Shanghai-Hangzhou Train" Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear as a dream, vague, looming,-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age! (1928) "Whispering" Xu Zhimo's autumn rain is a first-class cold autumn pool, a gaunt autumn willow, a timid autumn branch, a yellow autumn leaf, listening to his kiss, whispering Sanqiu's feelings and love stories, and finally gently brushing him away in autumn eyes. Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's love affair and the plot of love poems also fell into the autumn halo of autumn eyes, whirling and following the autumn flow. (1July 2, 9221day) Autumn Moon: Autumn Moon of Xu Zhimo! Who can afford to scratch and crawl romantically with silver fingertips? I don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, but I can't help crying with the touch of its jade fingers! That's it: boring clouds, the beauty of the autumn moon, cold eyes and cold clothes to attend this happy wedding and funeral. (19221October 6) The reason why Xu Zhimo's Autumn Moon is like the moonlight tonight is because we are all looking up-look at it, a full charm rises from the dark cloud like a mob-and it is particularly bright and round. It spreads out on the road, it floats on the water, and it dips in the bottom like sad weeds; It lingers on the eaves of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its glory, it caresses the ruins of the scattered tombs outside the city, and in the continuous sound of birds, it wants to see the old and new ghosts. It also stands like us, its eyes flashing and chewing the biting coolness: the lingering poetry of silver is like the star phosphorus on the water. Listen to the songs of the four fields-eternal and humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, darkness mixed with heat, in this quiet autumn night and the vastness of autumn fields, the greatness of "melting" unfolded the baby's smile in all tiny depths! (1930 10) Qiu Meng Dai Wangshu's Shepherd's Bell shook off the light leaves. Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess. So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past. Oh, now, I'm a little cold, a little cold and a little depressed. (193 1 year 1 month) Flowers in first frost Dai Wangshu Flowers in first frost in September, Flowers in first frost in October, Misty Girls Come to My Bones. Decorate you with autumn leaves, decorate charming girls with monotonous death and fog, and send me your plain flowers. Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun has not been rekindled. I watched my sideburns fall, so I ushered in the autumn decorated by you. (19351October) Du even sounded a mature tone in Autumn, and the rainy and noisy summer passed. No longer think about the severe and sultry test and the detailed memory of dangerous swimming. After breaking ground in spring buds, twisting and injury in the growth of young buds, these branches are also crazy in the hot sun and almost lost their way in the rainy night. Now, the plain sky is cloudless, the mountains and rivers are clear and clean, and the vision is particularly broad; In the season of wisdom and emotional maturity, the river seems to come from a deeper source. Turbulent airflow ferments in the valley to form transparent good wine; What autumn is blowing? The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. Street trees also imply something in red, and the wheels of bicycles are shining with vitality; The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude, and Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it. (1Autumn of 979) Grass in the South of the Yangtze River In the autumn when Li Ji chrysanthemums were in full bloom, I first came to the south of the Yangtze River. Although I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, your beauty is beyond my imagination by a thousand times. Looking at your beautiful city, the most beautiful pictures have lost their colors; Walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal swan song is eclipsed. Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: I can't find a word to describe you in my vocabulary. People say that "there is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world", and heaven is just an illusion that people weave according to your appearance. I know you can't show your magic in autumn. All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers. But I'm going back. I'm going back with this blade of grass. I want to take this blade of grass to the desert. I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown. I want to plant it on the Gobi desert, and I want to say to my villagers, "Irrigation it with our sweat, and make our big Gobi look like Jiangnan!" " "(1August, 957)" Qiu Ge-I "Autumn has come in Guo Xiaochuan, and geese have called; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! When the ears of grain are ripe, the cicadas disappear; Life on earth is sweeter and better! Coastal pine and cypress, wind and waves; Osmanthus fragrans in the south of the Yangtze River is full of fragrance. Good horses on the grassland have gained weight; Castle peak in the northeast, wearing a snow hat. Oh, autumn, autumn water, autumn moon, these are all printed by our painstaking efforts! Ah, autumn flowers, autumn fruits and autumn red leaves have never soaked our sweat! The mountains of history are stacked on top of each other! We climbed hundreds of steps ten feet high. The journey of fighting is endless! We broke through a thousand hectares of barren sand and snow in Wan Li. Looking back, I see: the foundation is solid, the ditch is deep and the west wind is strong. Excuse me: who doesn't touch the long counselor with their hands? Wildfire in the wind will never go out! There are many dangers, and there are also many brave people. A fishing boat braving the wind and waves is as light as a butterfly! How difficult it is, how bold it is. I used to spend the night with the brigade, but now I sing "Iron is like a mighty pass". I went to Huang Yangjie with my comrades-in-arms, and the White Army died somewhere in the wilderness! Only the flowing water of the river is surging, and the red flag of fighting will never come! It's just that the pride of the warriors is getting higher and higher, and the harvest season is coming year by year. Oh, autumn is coming, and geese are crowing; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! ..... Oh, ears of grain are ripe, cicadas are gone, and life on earth is sweeter and better! ..... (1September 29, 962) "Qiu Ge-Warm-up" The fallen leaves of Yaxian finished the final trembling. The flowers disappeared into the blue eyes of lakes and swamps. The sound of anvil in July has gone far away, and in Liao Qiongqiu's sky, the warm geese haven't written their beautiful sonnets yet. The warm horseshoe leaves a broken flower in the small mountain path in the south, and the singer leaves a broken piano rhyme in the faint temple in the north. Autumn leaves only a trace of warmth, and everything stays. When autumn is old, when autumn is old, autumn rain, autumn wind, autumn moon, autumn leaves, autumn chrysanthemum ... all become images in the poet's mind. Autumn has collected all the autumn scenery. Qiu Si's Autumn Sorrow has become the theme song of autumn. How many people love the scene of autumn, the prosperity of autumn, the romance of autumn, the maturity of autumn and everything in autumn. Autumn is old, winter is coming, spring is near, and summer is ready. After the summer, the old autumn came back to life, ending a period of love and new feelings entered life. Autumn is old, and success is close to the next step ... next autumn is not far away. Second, in autumn, my love is cool in the autumn wind, and my Rourou Xin morning wind blows through my heart. Autumn language seems to be calling for the cool evening wind, singing Qiu Ge and understanding my inner call. Let the rain wash away my feelings, let's find new elements, keep up with the footsteps of autumn, and the autumn moon illuminates my love. It's the moon's care for me. I will follow the footsteps of autumn to find a lamp of love and collect all the essence of love under the shadow of the lamp. Autumn colors dress up my dream, and my love lives in it, weaving a picture about love in my dream. Autumn, my love III, the beauty in the distance has been preserved for a long time, and the autumn wind still hasn't sent any news. The once familiar words have been soaked by the rain of the years and cannot reach the other shore. Long-distance love makes them look lovesick. The most beautiful language in his life is on their lips. Who can read it? Tomorrow, all the past will be forgotten. It is a brand-new day that makes them too late to guard against the starlight. The flowers are still fragrant and the wind has gone. The rain is coming, and the swallows hiding under the eaves are singing warm songs. Soft singing, they all seem to hear the singing, showing a missing smile. 4. The cold winter rain in the dream blurs your figure. You waved to me in the distance, and my heart beat green grass. Have you ever left me footprints? Busy streets are full of people holding hands and loving each other. I live in the warm south. You live in the snowy north. Tears are scattered on your face like pearls. Beautiful flowers always let us enjoy the distance. It always makes us very helpless. I hope that missing each other will no longer make you and me sad. Meet in my dream. The song of Maple Leaf Forest floats among the trees like a bleak wind, which makes people pass by as if they saw the story singers, pigeons, Snow White and love in the past. When the heroine was buried by fallen leaves, the singer put away her musical instrument, ending this unfortunate interpretation. Tears turn into snow-white pigeons and cry to death, and love is gone. Only the maple leaf forest is still romantic in the past. Let the language of meeting last forever in autumn. I decided not to visit you, not because of the long journey, but because I lost my courage and confidence. In the supermarket of the soul, I saw the unconditional love of courage and confidence put into a beautiful bottle. I want to pack it up and send it to you by email to let you know my decision. Let the language of meeting last forever in autumn. In the autumn dream, Dai Wangshu's shepherd girl's bell shook off the light leaves. Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess. So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past. Oh, now, I'm a little cold, a little cold and a little depressed.