He Qifang
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of Chinese tallow leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
Because the stream is dry, the stone is clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.
Autumn morning is at stake.
Goodbye, starry night,
I have suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,
You stepped on my back,
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!
At this last moment, I opened my eyes.
Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.
Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,
Until you cry with joy!
( 1934)
Xu zhimo is on the bus in Shanghai and Hangzhou
Hurry! Come on, come on!
When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?
A water, a bridge, a car accident,
A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo, red leaves are:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,
As clear as a dream, vague, hidden,-
Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?
Urging old Qiu, urging old age!
( 1928)
Xu zhimo's whisper
First-class cold autumn pool autumn rain,
In the withered autumn willows,
On the cowardly autumn branches,
On a yellow autumn leaf,
Listen to him kiss and kiss,
Whispering about Sanqiu's affairs and love stories,
Finally, I brushed him gently in the autumn halo of autumn eyes and turned a whirlpool and a half.
Follow the autumn stream.
Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's feelings,
The plot of love poems also falls into the autumn halo of autumn eyes, dancing everywhere,
Follow the autumn stream.
(1July 2, 9221day)
Autumn Moon by Xu Zhimo
Autumn moon!
Who can afford a silver fingertip?
Romantic scratch and climb!
Don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, you can't help it.
The touch of the jade finger is crying there! That's it:
Boring clouds,
Beautiful autumn moon,
Smoke warms the heart and cold eyes,
Put on your light clothes coldly,
Involved
Get married.
(192216 October)
Xu Zhimo's Autumn Moon
The same moonlight,
Tonight, because we are all looking up-
Look at it, full of charm,
Being a thug from a black man
Rising in the clouds—
It looks extraordinarily bright and round.
It spread on the road,
It floats on the water,
It is immersed in
Water plants knot like sadness.
Underwater;
It's on the ridge of the ancient city,
Thousands of city bricks are in its glory.
Breathe,
It stroked.
Grave ruins scattered inside and outside the city,
In the constant cry of resident birds,
Want to see old and new ghosts,
Stand together like us,
Eyes shining,
Chewing the biting shade:
Silver lingering poetry
Like the star phosphorus on the water,
Flying in the dew.
Listen to the songs of the four fields-
Eternal and humble harmony,
Sadness and joy,
Hatred and love,
Preserve heat energy in the dark,
In this secluded autumn night and autumn field
In the vast universe,
The greatness of "solution"
In all the tiny depths
launch
Baby's smile!
(1930 10 month)
Qiu Meng Dai Wangshu
The shepherd's bell in the distance,
Shake off the light leaves.
Qiu Meng is light,
This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.
So my dream came quietly,
But it carries a heavy past.
Oh, now, I'm a little cold,
Some are cold, and some are melancholy.
(193 1 year 1 month)
Dai Wangshu with Frost Flower
September frost flowers,
Frost flowers in October,
The charming girl in the fog,
Drive to my temple.
Decorate with autumn leaves,
You decorated the monotonous death,
The charming girl in the fog,
Come and don't wear your plain flowers for me.
Do you still have tears of pearls?
The sun has not been rekindled.
I watched my temple fall apart,
So I welcome the autumn you decorated.
(19351October)
Du in autumn
Even the pigeon whistle makes a mature tone,
In the past, rainy and noisy summers.
Don't think about that severe and sultry exam any more.
Detail memory in dangerous swimming.
After breaking ground in the bud of spring,
Twisting and damage in bud growth,
These branches are also growing wildly in the hot sun.
I almost got lost on a rainy night.
Now, there is not a cloud in the plain sky.
The mountains and rivers are bright and clean, and the vision is exceptionally broad;
The season of wisdom and emotional maturity,
The river also seems to come from a deeper source.
Turbulence is fermented,
Brewing transparent wine in the valley;
What autumn is blowing? An intoxicating smell.
Autumn flowers and autumn leaves have been dyed deep.
Street trees also imply something red,
The wheels of the bicycle are shining with vitality;
The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude.
Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.
(1autumn of 979)
Qiu Ge-I: Guo Xiaochuan
Autumn is coming, and geese are crowing;
The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming!
When the ears of grain are ripe, the cicadas disappear;
Life on earth is sweeter and better!
Coastal pine and cypress, wind and waves;
Osmanthus fragrans in the south of the Yangtze River is full of fragrance.
Good horses on the grassland have gained weight;
Castle peak in the northeast, wearing a snow hat.
Ah, autumn, autumn water, autumn moon,
Our efforts have never printed anything!
Ah, autumn flowers, autumn fruits, autumn red leaves,
What didn't soak our sweat!
The mountains of history are stacked on top of each other!
We climbed hundreds of steps ten feet high.
The journey of fighting is endless!
We broke through a thousand hectares of barren sand and snow in Wan Li.
Looking back, I saw that the foundation was solid, the ditch was deep, and the west wind was strong.
Excuse me: who doesn't touch the long counselor with their hands?
Wildfire in the wind will never go out!
There are many dangers, and there are also many brave people.
A fishing boat braving the wind and waves is as light as a butterfly!
How difficult it is, how bold it is.
I used to spend a long night with the brigade.
At the moment, I am singing "Xiongguan Road as Iron".
My comrades and I visited Huang Yangjie.
At that time, the white army died somewhere in the wilderness!
Only the flow of the river is long,
I saw the red flag of fighting, and it will never come!
Only the pride of the warriors is growing day by day,
I have seen the harvest season year after year.
Oh, autumn is coming, and geese are crowing;
The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! ……
Oh, the ears of grain are ripe, and the cicadas are gone.
Life on earth is sweeter and better! ……
(September 29th, 1962)