A modern poem praising autumn 1 Autumn.
It's autumn, and the weather changes as it says.
A little sad, a little helpless ....
Pick up a fallen leaf and write down my thoughts about you.
Let it sway in the wind, sway
Do you have him to hold an umbrella for you in rainy autumn?
When the weather is cold, some people will worry that you will catch cold. Do you want me to add clothes for you?
When you catch a cold, someone will worry about you. Will they coax you into taking medicine?
It's cloudy and the wind is cold.
In such an atmosphere, people often recall the past.
Good, bad, happy and sad. .......
Many times, memory is like an umbrella.
Only when it rains will it be remembered,
When the weather is good, it is often overlooked.
Is it people's ruthlessness or the past is not deep enough? .......
I think it may be because time has taught us to forget.
Shelter from the rain
Always staring helplessly out of the window, frowning,
Forgot to bring an umbrella again!
Such a moment is like a heavy rain washing the earth.
Clean and bright.
In rainy autumn,
You tell me what is warmth, and you tell me what is lack.
Modern poem 2 "Autumn" is praising autumn.
Mujita is pure and far away in the yellowing memory.
Autumn wind and autumn rain of deciduous osmanthus fragrans
First-class incense, ladder shower.
Leng Yan in autumn changes with the years.
This season is with me.
Late autumn, half cold and half warm, ironing beside you.
Warm, dusk, roses, light rain
A frost leaf, a long yarn.
Autumn left me behind the wind.
Leaving only my long hair that I can't talk.
There was another birdsong in my ear.
Loose shawls make me feel that the forest
Yellow doesn't seem enough.
Cicada is trying to chew the smell of leaves on the tree.
The sunset among the leaves is particularly dazzling.
Come back, come on.
Autumn is also looking back.
Go home. Let's go.
Autumn is also acacia.
Ah, I'm going home!
The modern poem "Autumn" is praising autumn.
I can't stop it.
Strong winds swept across the fields.
Many bright colors.
Over the hillside
Transfer to the back and shade.
Marigold swallows the vow of peach blossom.
Throw the ellipsis into the sky.
In the invisible distance
Who can catch the eyes of spring?
The sun crosses the sky.
The shadow cast on the paper
crack
The reader picked up the spilled notes.
Start a new stove for poetry
The farmer picked up the scattered seeds.
It's like holding a dream in a previous life.
Soon. After the first frost.
Heavy snow is about to bury this ancient castle.
The train passes by my hometown.
When the train rumbled by.
I hold a brush to renew my spring.
Suitable for petals.
As if they had never withered.
When strangers are homesick, they don't say it hurts.
He said the train. The wind blew between the teeth.
Many people have never seen a train in their lives.
I wonder how the train sighs.
The tide swept away the wind and moon.
My folks have grassroots qualities.
Take root.
Love and hate are lifelong.
The wind speed caused by the train cannot affect them.
At the moment, they are standing with their heads held high, and the sun is just above their heads.
I can't imagine having a strange face.
Fall in love with your own injuries through thousands of miles of air.
Modern poem "Autumn" praises autumn.
Autumn in September
In the sky
sweet fragrance diffusing all around
That's the smell of all cooked food.
Sutian
One by one.
Cluster of clusters
collide
illusion
Just like Tang poetry and Song poetry.
Sentence by sentence
One song after another
Lily granules
It seems to be graceful and restrained.
The running water gurgles.
Who is fiddling with the strings?
Songtao bursts
Birds turn to insects.
The mountains echoed.
I wonder who wrote this symphony.
Qiu Ge flies in September.
Woye-
Smart thing
Is the best listener.
The interpretation of "Drunken Beauty" is also at this time.
Chrysanthemums bloom in September.
Red, yellow, white, purple, ink, green and orange. ......
colorful
That's a gentleman's gesture
That's the rhythm of autumn
Endure watching the flowers retire.
Then wait for Qiu Ju to go on stage alone.
Chrysanthemums are everywhere.
you are
The painter's unique love
The poet's love clock
This blooming season
Deep in my heart—
Be touched
There are endless memories.
Flowers, stubbornly open.
Don't expect to go home.
Just wait for the wind and frost to come.
The best-
Hermit's demeanor
Maple leaves are red in September.
A ball, a ball.
This is the rhythm of life.
The soul of autumn
This is experience.
The hardships of spring
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The final accumulation of blood and sweat
Rice ripens in September.
There are fattening frogs in the water
heavy
Curved ear of rice
Nodding frequently with the breeze
It seems to tell people-
Be grateful
Scarecrow is-
Puppet king kong
Scared away the greedy wild birds
In the bright sunshine in September
The herringbone formation swept across the sky.
Migratory birds living in the north are preparing to return to the south.
Naughty squirrels also jump around.
Be in a hurry to hide something
On the lake—
Fish is fat and delicious.
The boat is in a hurry.
People come and go in the fields.
hustle and bustle
Golden autumn is writing.
The last theme—
busy
The harvest of autumn is exactly
Winter series
Woye reveled in-
In the song of autumn
Modern poem 5 "Late Autumn" praises autumn.
Walking alone on the streets in autumn,
Hold up a paper umbrella,
Walking at the end of fainting,
Autumn wind rolls up dead leaves,
One piece, one piece, another piece,
Slowly spread out the street,
This made me stop to meditate.
Rain is falling all, how do you become ignorant!
With the beating of autumn wind,
Drop by drop, drop by drop, drop by drop,
Look at the autumn leaves, full of holes.
How I sympathize with you!
Why is your confusion not my confusion?
Why is your helplessness not my helplessness?
You and I share joys and sorrows!
A aimless life!
Maybe you are lucky, too,
And I, what is waiting for me?
What is the ending?
Maybe you are lucky!
I'm walking in a dark street,
Cheeks can't tell whether it's tears or rain, so move on.
Looking back, it was a mess. Looking to the future,
I don't have the courage to move on,
At sunset,
Endless black swept in like death.
At the end of the street, I got lost!
Modern Ode to Autumn —— Six Questions about Autumn
I stood under the fallen leaves and asked Qiu.
Why are you so ignorant of poetry and painting?
Look, the leaves you blew have left you.
Do you know how many tears they have in their hearts?
Qiu smiled.
It tells me
This is to keep their lives going.
Don't blow them into the wind
How do they get back to the matrix?
I stood in the harvested field and asked Qiu.
Why are you so cruel?
Look, you've bent the ears of rice.
Do you know how painful they will be?
Qiu smiled.
It tells me
This is the harvest season.
Don't carry heavy packages.
How to spend that cold winter?
I stood in the post of life and asked Qiu.
Why do you come back to my life every year?
Listen, if you don't come back, I won't be gray-haired
Qiu smiled.
It tells me
This is to remind you in the years.
We should cherish every minute of happiness.
No time has passed.
How can you taste the ups and downs of the world?
I won't ask Zhou again
I finally understand.
Everything has a beginning and an end.
Where there is prosperity, there is decline.
If it weren't for the rush of time
I will not cherish my life as much as I do now.
Modern poetry praises autumn and returns in autumn.
Mujita is pure and far away in the yellowing memory.
Autumn wind and autumn rain of deciduous osmanthus fragrans
First-class incense, ladder shower.
Leng Yan in autumn changes with the years.
This season is with me.
Late autumn, half cold and half warm, ironing beside you.
Warm, dusk, roses, light rain
A frost leaf, a long yarn.
Autumn left me behind the wind.
Leaving only my long hair that I can't talk.
There was another birdsong in my ear.
Loose shawls make me feel that the forest
Yellow doesn't seem enough.
Cicada is trying to chew the smell of leaves on the tree.
The sunset among the leaves is particularly dazzling.
Come back, come on.
Autumn is also looking back.
Go home. Let's go.
Autumn is also acacia.
Ah, I'm going home!
Modern Ode to Autumn Poetry 8 Ode to Autumn
When the fruit is red in autumn, the fragrance wafts.
You raise the sun transparently.
Surrounded by its thousand handbags
The devil whispered in his ear.
The wind rounded the fruit.
Thousands of hands and long arms of the sun
Your riddle is red.
Lovely mind
In front of the house, behind the house, in the wild forest.
Swell with sweetness
Even hard pine nut shells and hazelnuts
Break skin and spit honey.
Late blooming daisies
Sweet, more delicate.
Wild geese flying north after returning late.
It can also be accompanied by warm Donglan purple gas.
The dark barn is full of your gold.
You came to the sultry shade to enjoy the cool.
The fields are full of magnanimity.
The threshing floor is full of rice.
The wind took off his headscarf and wandered around with long hair.
Gleaner mused.
Open your pockets.
The blade of the sickle gleamed with silver.
Sunset and evening breeze surround the scavengers.
Dye her hair red
Shyness and the fragrance of sunset glow
Fine jade fingers fiddled with the skirt.
The white clouds were also dyed rouge and red.
Crickets are also singing enthusiastically.
The sunset is accompanied by the singing of magpies.
A pair of dragonflies with tails perched on their heads.
Modern Ode to Autumn 9 Woye Qiu Ge
Autumn in September
In the sky
sweet fragrance diffusing all around
That's the smell of all cooked food.
Sutian
One by one.
Cluster of clusters
collide
illusion
Just like Tang poetry and Song poetry.
Sentence by sentence
One song after another
Lily granules
It seems to be graceful and restrained.
The running water gurgles.
Who is fiddling with the strings?
Songtao bursts
Birds turn to insects.
The mountains echoed.
I wonder who wrote this symphony.
Qiu Ge flies in September.
Woye-
Smart thing
Is the best listener.
The interpretation of "Drunken Beauty" is also at this time.
Chrysanthemums bloom in September.
Red, yellow, white, purple, ink, green and orange. ......
colorful
That's a gentleman's gesture
That's the rhythm of autumn
Endure watching the flowers retire.
Then wait for Qiu Ju to go on stage alone.
Chrysanthemums are everywhere.
you are
The painter's unique love
The poet's love clock
This blooming season
Deep in my heart—
Be touched
There are endless memories.
Flowers, stubbornly open.
Don't expect to go home.
Just wait for the wind and frost to come.
The best-
Hermit's demeanor
Maple leaves are red in September.
A ball, a ball.
This is the rhythm of life.
The soul of autumn
This is experience.
The hardships of spring
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The final accumulation of blood and sweat
Rice ripens in September.
There are fattening frogs in the water
heavy
Curved ear of rice
Nodding frequently with the breeze
It seems to tell people-
Be grateful
Scarecrow is-
Puppet king kong
Scared away the greedy wild birds
In the bright sunshine in September
The herringbone formation swept across the sky.
Migratory birds living in the north are preparing to return to the south.
Naughty squirrels also jump around.
Be in a hurry to hide something
On the lake—
Fish is fat and delicious.
The boat is in a hurry.
People come and go in the fields.
hustle and bustle
Golden autumn is writing.
The last theme—
busy
The harvest of autumn is exactly
Winter series
Woye reveled in-
In the song of autumn
Modern Ode to Autumn 10 Autumn Leaves Qiu Ren
Frost whip in autumn
keep
Expectation for spring
Summer's satisfaction
draw
A yellow butterfly with cracked wings
Footprints groaning with their tails between their legs
Free memories of eternal luxury
With the passage of time-the change of seasons, everything is changing.
It depicts the sweetness of milk and the straightness of green hills.
In the eyes of Guanyin on the birthday girl's forehead
With a white lamb in his mouth.
Is the whole world.
And fighting the goshawk in the sky
When the melon is ripe, dusk passes.
The warmth of a small family that buries the soul and body.
Tea tasting has no ending.
Puppet of autumn leaves
It is natural to cry and rust.
The face of scorpion tail
Sweep away the fear of humiliation
Mr. Wu Liu, who enjoys chrysanthemums in Peach Blossom Garden.
By going beyond the broken wall.
Cloudy eyes that illuminate the notice
There is also a fat-looking face that squeezes money to buy a house.
Like a distant cloud
Autumn leaves are like duckweeds.
Holding reading glasses with broken legs
Beijing quadrangle in memory
Broke a dictionary without clauses
Old and frail, like a candle swaying in the wind ―― the autumn of life
Shake the autumn wind and autumn rain
A constantly cutting umbilical cord
Lost in the beautiful looking wind
Modern poetry praises autumn 1 1 dreaming of spring, summer and autumn.
Dispel the morning clouds at dawn
Turn on the warmth of the night
Water plants all over the sky
Entangled with the stars of the past
Nightcrawler began to become invisible.
No one can see it.
She is in the air.
Run, it's too late.
Waiting for the big dipper to pull.
Just let a tree
Be my compass
Slender branches and leaves
Trembling voice
Butterflies emerge from their cocoons.
Fly gently, gently
Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.
Plum blossoms all over the sky
In the air,
Will past desires snow?
Open one by one.
This will be
Moisten her tears
prove effective
Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.
The fragrance of every flower
Every autumn
Thinking about this problem.
It is as deep as spring in her heart.
Has been dormant for years.
A lover I haven't met yet
This summer is very hot and dry.
Gradually.
Its secret is open.
You Lian's cool general
The white sail is open.
The background of a flowing fire
Make everything possible
Everything is ready except one key factor.
Honey, wait for me.
For you, open your palm.
Light the flame.
Burning, if love
This is exactly what you should do.
Have a pearl-like luster
Until autumn is thick.
Let's stand on the hill.
Stop being a lonely cloud.
Watch the sunset paint all the wings golden.
We must hold hands.
Live up to expectations and reap joy together.
Don't regret it, but also let the joy of harvest.
Into bundles of happy ears of wheat dancing in the wind
Modern Poetry Praises Autumn 12 My Autumn
Walking alone on the streets in autumn,
Hold up a paper umbrella,
Walking at the end of fainting,
Autumn wind rolls up dead leaves,
One piece, one piece, another piece,
Slowly spread out the street,
This made me stop to meditate.
Rain is falling all, how do you become ignorant!
With the beating of autumn wind,
Drop by drop, drop by drop, drop by drop,
Look at the autumn leaves, full of holes.
How I sympathize with you!
Why is your confusion not my confusion?
Why is your helplessness not my helplessness?
You and I share joys and sorrows!
A aimless life!
Maybe you are lucky, too,
And I, what is waiting for me?
What is the ending?
Maybe you are lucky!
I'm walking in a dark street,
Cheeks can't tell whether it's tears or rain, so move on.
Looking back, it was a mess. Looking to the future,
I don't have the courage to move on,
At sunset,
Endless black swept in like death.
At the end of the street, I got lost!
Modern poetry praises the fate of autumn 13.
Autumn has given me a bleak charm,
Sentimental, are you pregnant?
Autumn wind comes quietly,
Blow down the leaves,
I can't wait any longer,
The melon is ripe.
I love autumn water,
That sequin,
Where reeds bloom,
It must be your heart.
Set foot on the path of the ridge,
Bone dust
Water is afraid that autumn will go with the wind,
Can autumn wind bring spring?
Ah, that crooked bridge,
But the waist of hometown?
When the wind stopped and the moon lit up,
Will you let me hug you?
There are pedestrians on the bridge,
There are also streams and rivers where small fish flow.
I hope winter will go and spring will come, and summer will come to Qiu Lai.
At that time, Qiu would give me a hug.
Alas, the scenery every day of the year,
Month after month,
Autumn is coming,
Can I be in your arms?
Reincarnation, hallucination,
Change your appearance
You'll follow her,
See her smile?
Modern poetry praises autumn 14 autumn tears
Autumn tears
Inject it into my blood
Thick dark clouds
Cover my eyes.
Lost my way home.
Snuggle in the autumn wind.
I feel cold.
A string of tears fell on a delicate autumn day.
Soaked my chest.
Cold autumn rain
Farewell to summer is tears.
The chilly autumn wind is a farewell to the heat.
The ruthless wind blew the green leaves yellow.
Cold raindrops let the fruit harvest.
Say goodbye to a season.
There is still a burst of hot air in the chest.
Just like bidding farewell to youth.
Clear tears.
Cold and cool flow slowly with the wind.
Helpless and sad
In that tortuous journey
Dyed white the temples of vicissitudes of life
remember
But it is sad tears along the way.
Autumn tears
This is a nostalgia for summer.
Still confused about winter?
My heart is still burning with passion.
With the harvest in autumn
To welcome the snow that winter.
Modern poetry praises autumn 15 autumn depth
Late autumn season
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