Chapter One: Autumn Wind Poetry Modern Poetry Autumn Wind
Wrapped in the smell of dead leaves
From the forest
Jump on my eyebrows
Pass through my mind.
I feel cold.
woodland
Dead leaves are dancing in the wind.
Eventually fall down
Forest covered land
then
Sleep soundly and beautifully
Like a butterfly that died in autumn
Chasing the dead summer
Chapter 2: Poems about Autumn Wind Modern poems: Autumn wind rises, phoenix trees have no leaves.
Keep your pace again.
Before entering the crossroads in winter, you can
Kiss every familiar river
Gently, shouting their names.
Don't let them make noise.
As a souvenir, along the way
You can leave some weathered leaves.
To those who are sad or smiling.
Before merging with the cold wind in the north
The bird flying south has already flown away.
After you left, except for that extremely cold chrysanthemum
There is no more striking flower.
After you left, the stars hung low.
The plain where you retreated is vast and desolate.
Maybe you will turn around one winter night.
Shake off the goose feathers. Snowflake, come and see me.
At that time, please don't shout out my name.
Chapter III: Poems about Autumn Wind Modern poems were renewed last night.
This time he will go to the Far East.
For that beautiful girl.
Drag up a gorgeous dress
Her rich eye shadow can't stop her shyness.
But why do you still use this mywood posture?
The west wind blows dry your hair.
Blow your cheeks yellow.
Even he is clamoring to take your bride away.
You just stand and watch and don't talk.
Her long skirt fell to pieces amid the praise.
The whirlpool of lies locked them firmly.
She is about to complete a perfect arc with confidence and anxiety.
And then fall into the secular dust.
Never turn over.
But you still listened quietly to the threat of hooligans and didn't move.
Finally, give him a reply with a weird smile on his mouth.
He was so angry that his breath blew his cunning black windbreaker into a mess.
Your messy soul will land on the gray land at this moment.
White is like silver and yellow is like gold.
Then it will land slowly-red.
The sun has set again.
The black gentleman polished his black shoes.
He wants to keep wandering.
The red skirt is placed in intimate tenderness.
Interpret deep love together.
Chapter Four: Poetry about Autumn Wind Modern poetry begins with autumn wind, with faint snow peaks and snow valleys.
Thinking of you, tears flow downwards.
The geese fly south, leaving farewell greetings.
Where are you? The weather is getting colder.
It's time to add clothes in autumn again.
Wave and turn around.
In the moonlight of a foreign country, you are more worried about watching the moon.
In the moonlight in my hometown, I tell you.
The autumn wind has started for another year, and you are far away in a foreign land.
Under the cold window, only I am lonely.
Time flies, when will we meet again?
Time flies, and my hair is dyed.