Meet at the corner, teenager, have sex.
Alone in the window lattice, leaning against the bead curtain, hallucinations emerge.
I hate the full moon, but candles and fireworks keep me awake.
Autumn wind is easy to worry about, what month? What year is this year?
Falling red leaves, because of time constraints, geese moved south.
When you hear the sound, you are looming and slipping from your fingertips.
Miss the past, miss your Gulin Road!
Waiting for you for another year, time ran aground.
The autumn wind lingered for those years,
I looked for you, between heaven and earth, yin and yang have been isolated,
We have stopped writing about the prosperous years.
Autumn wind is easy to worry about, what month? What year is this year?
Falling red leaves, because of time constraints, geese moved south.
When you hear the sound, you are looming and slipping from your fingertips.
Miss the past, miss your Gulin Road!
Waiting for you for another year, time ran aground.
The autumn wind lingered for those years,
I looked for you, between heaven and earth, yin and yang have been isolated,
We have stopped writing about the prosperous years.
Waiting for you for another year, time ran aground.
The autumn wind lingered for those years,
I looked for you, between heaven and earth, yin and yang have been isolated,
We no longer, continue to write prosperous times …
Appreciation of Autumn Wind's Modern Poems 2. Qiu Ge can't hide his melancholy.
The leaves of banyan trees are peeling calluses from the south wall of branches.
Longxu River breaks after crossing a section of Changhuan Road.
Its unbridled sweeping shames the black-faced people.
A runaway who was pregnant with crickets tripped over a disease in his hometown.
He stepped in front of the roots of the coconut king.
Listen to the bus of three magpies. Come on in the blue sky.
Silver eagles and white clouds melt at lofty heights.
These exotic sad memories are locked in the fog and worried about the city.
These unconscious collisions are like throwing eggs at a stone.
It makes sense to leave people under the temple.
But I was spurned by simple facts.
How can the organ awaken Qimxy who has left people?
The whereabouts scattered in the starry sky
Rolling tears rotting in acacia Chi Pan.
The mountain dwelling has deteriorated in the rearview mirror of time
autumn
The morning bell and the evening drum of the apocalypse
Autumn. Wings tilted.
Bats escape from twilight.
Good fruit of betrayal
Back to the rubber disc, burning and expanding.
Grind the girl's mouth
A sad camel is like a desert storm.
Rest along the oasis with water as the mirror.
It carries heavy trafficking.
Meet the bride of my dreams.
Teenagers who race against the dawn
How can mantis get in the way?
Strike with the wind and pick it up for autumn.
Show the golden voice
Autumn is coming again.
It is not empty, it is not in vitro, it is not empty.
Surrounded by seawater, there is a saltworks in the middle.
Everything has been baked with ice thorns.
Guarding the soul and the rest of itself.
Hold the flame tightly
Rivers hit by stones are happier.
Pigeons with branches retreated to the top of the mountain.
Show great strength and salvation
The yellow and gold of autumn berries
Everything sings together.
Fence in autumn
The fence that stands out in the sunset is the boundary of autumn.
No strawberries, no fairy photos.
The turbid waves are monstrous, and the sound of the city is rolling forward.
The dumb lanterns on the eaves are still flirting.
The golden breeze is always lazy.
Twenty-four withered autumn old people talked in silence.
The cat shape at dusk will slow down breathing.
Capture a sad nothingness in the corner.
The toddler picked up odds and ends everywhere.
He doesn't understand the changes of seasons and life.
Sit in ignorance and enjoy the bitter joy of harvest and game.
Sing the call of the dawn to the night.
I am alone on the dark side of autumn.
The Fence in Liang Zhu's Sympathetic Folk Songs