Modern Poetry of Yu Qiu 1
The autumn rain is drizzling,
The leaves rustled all the way,
It seems to tell an unforgettable story.
The affection of spring thoughts,
Summer hope gloomy belly. ...
Autumn rain,
That seemingly endless step,
Always can't walk out of this world.
A long time ago,
A strong sign of summer ...
Autumn rain is falling,
Endless tears,
The stream is endless.
The regret of being abandoned in the third spring,
The sadness of losing time in three summers ...
Autumn rain is cold,
This is a profound reminder-
Although spring, summer, autumn and winter are endless,
But the four seasons of the century are gone forever,
People should cherish sowing in spring and cultivating in summer.
Modern Poems of Autumn Rain II
I sat by the window.
Look at the intersection across the street.
Cars come and go on the road.
It was blocked by light rain.
Autumn rain is a little cold.
Doused the last trace of summer anger.
Look at the warmth of the room.
Cover with cold glass
Attracted for no reason.
So air has a shape.
It is water vapor that condenses on the glass.
There is nothing to regret.
Indoor humidity
Finally, when the sun rises tomorrow.
Wave back indoors.
Listen to your favorite song.
With more and more heavy rain.
And the sound of cars coming and going
This is the last elegy of Xia Chong.
There is an orange street lamp downstairs.
Under the entanglement of leaves and branches
Like a sunflower with its head held high
Desperate to break free from the earth
Want to chase the sun
But I don't want to leave the horses and chariots.
Only orange light can be sprinkled.
Continue to light the road under your feet.
The road has been cleaned and decorated.
Autumn has finally arrived quietly.
Yu Qiu's Modern Poetry III
I am the falling autumn rain.
I should be the clear tears left by summer.
The wind makes me sing for it.
Clouds let me down for him.
The mountain lent me vicissitudes of life.
That leaf
Write yellow lines on the ground with me.
I am the falling autumn rain.
I am floating in the air.
Let the night light up
There is a meteor of hope.
When you look up and think about it,
I am creating a clear sky under an umbrella.
The beautiful stories there spread far and wide.
I am the falling autumn rain.
This season makes me feel cold.
Fall on a cold heart
Footprints on the muddy road
But from the heart to the front.
A man with hot milk tea.
Youth still flows in your veins.