In autumn, I am waiting for you at the open window. Start (a disease)
Cool my sideburns,
With lost roses.
Generous and mysterious fragrance.
The early moments have been hidden in the shadows. all
Everything ends in another way.
Love comes slowly from the broad road,
Pulse is tense.
Life is so far away. Beautiful scenery
Weave a lace and foam.
Deep in the quiet leaves over there
Entertainment hymn
Interlaced and intertwined
Gentleness is wandering.
Rise in the soil
Active and fresh breath ... autumn, I am eager. Start (a disease)
Touch my sideburns.
2. Austrians and Autumn in Rilke.
Lord, it's time. Summer is its peak.
Put your shadow on the sundial,
Let the wind blow through the pasture.
Let the last fruit of the branch be full;
Give the south two more days of fine weather,
Let them mature and put them
The last sweetness was squeezed into spirits.
No one needs to build a house at this time.
Whoever is lonely at this time will be lonely for a long time.
Wake up, read, write long letters,
Stay on the tree-lined road
Wandering and falling leaves.
3. Modern Japanese Poetry and Qiu Ge in Shimazaki Tōson.
autumn
Autumn catches my eye.
Tung-leaf grass flowers hold crystal dew.
The breeze plucked the strings of Ruman.
Green grapes put on purple shirts.
Make nectar mellow and sweet.
autumn
Autumn comes to me.
Late withered vanilla
It has been coated with silvery night cream.
The wine of laughter
Should be full of sad horns.
autumn
Autumn catches my eye.
The vegetation is golden and the autumn colors are all dyed.
Who doesn't revel in this charming autumn
With your flute, I'll sing a gentle song.
A trace of desolation swept over the forehead of wisdom.
4. The Song of Early Autumn by Elizabeth Jennings, a modern English poetess.
Look at the smell of autumn.
Come on. Everything is still like summer;
The color hasn't changed at all, air
Grow clearly on green and white.
The shade darkened, and the fields
It is full. Flowers are blooming everywhere.
Proust collected time in 1920.
In the child's cake, he will understand.
This ambiguity-
Summer is still pressing, a wisp of fine smoke
Is rising from the earth,
Prove that autumn is looking for us.
But every season is a kind of
Full of nostalgia. We named them—
Autumn and summer, winter, spring-
As if mentally relaxed.
Our emotions and give them external forms.
We want something definite and solid.
But I was taken back to my childhood, which wasn't.
I will, over there.
Autumn is bonfire, billiards and smoke;
I leaned against the window,
The air is filled with memories.
When I say autumn, autumn is bad.
5. In the early autumn.
In early autumn,
For a short and magical time,-
As transparent as crystal during the day,
Evening is more brilliant. ...
Just now, the sickle was enthusiastic and the ears of grain fell.
As far as I know, it's empty,
There is that slender spider silk in the throat.
Shining on the idle furrow.
The air is more empty and birds are extinct.
But I haven't felt the threat of the coming heavy snow yet.
Only pure and warm blue.
Pour into the fields of rest ...