Poem 1: September
Misty September
There are always too many stories
The joy of harvest, the failure Sorrow
Witnessing the experience of life
A petite body
In the misty and rainy September, confused
Looking for her Love
Misty September
There are always too many stories
Realized, down-to-earth
The ideal of a hard-working writer< /p>
Broken, so high
The solid castle in a lazy man’s dream
A drunken tramp
In the misty and rainy September Month
September is drunk because of greed
Poetry 2: September
Eight years ago
In September, you and I met < /p>
Five years ago
In September, you and I parted
My heart
has long been abandoned in the lifeless wilderness
Time is flowing like gold
But it has never taken away half of my thoughts
At this time
In September, you and I disappeared
< p> My heartis filled with endless and passionate homesickness
As time goes by
Does the "ignorance" of that year remain in your memory?
Poem 3: September
I am sure the wind is blowing from the village
Sunlight like this
I want to carry a bottle to collect< /p>
The sky is very high
A heart-wrenching milky white
Lying naked on the soil
Undressed and eyes lightly closed
Strands of sunlight turn into ants biting my body
I am willing to return laughter and crying to the world
Let the stubble grow wildly with an expressionless face
Mom
Only you are my only loyal confidant
Only you are my only bloody lover
In this season
< p> I am destined to be a wandering childThe homeland is full of melons and fruits, cattle and horses work
Or home is synonymous with destiny
A grain of grain is full and grows like fire< /p>
In this season
I am destined to be a wandering child
Mom
The house under the sun is empty
Simply make loneliness my wife
Give comfort
Poetry 4: September
Who takes out the sunrise of plants in September
Painted the earth with a willful color
Who borrowed the hand of nature to knock off the fruits of autumn
Leaking the mellow smell and spreading it everywhere
Who spreads the scanning of nature into the vast wilderness
Makes the footprints of fruits and growth rings clearer
In September, the sunshine that hides fire remains silent
Snuggled up Waiting for the autumn sunset on the shoulders of the autumnal equinox
The autumn wind in September reads the golden language of the earth
Whose body does it fall on and shines with the cheerful tones
< p> September, who wears the essence of all things on the chestEmbark on another quietly blooming road back home
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