Modern poetry in early autumn and August is slowly and coolly flowing from the core of apple.
Rain clouds over the village, rice flowers by the river, wrinkled fences
God decorated the sunset quietly, quietly.
Count your black hair and white hair.
A flock of cattle and sheep, in this season, raise their satisfied heads.
They ate the thickest twilight and listened to thinner cicadas.
On the road, I experienced a pomegranate tree and all kinds of smiles.
Spread a finer sound.
Gently patting every living thing on the earth.
Modern poetry in early autumn and August: a sunset in autumn water.
Write your thoughts on the keyboard and you can hear your singing.
Beautiful chords bloom rhythmically in the heart.
Whoever plays with it, the wind will cool down for a while.
Bright eyes and white teeth, long.
In autumn, you drive a silver carriage.
Harvest apples and hawthorn. Do you want to take away my sadness?
Zero, dead butterfly, I'm exhausted. Like a farmer
Oh, hello again, full of red leaves.
Oh, we'll meet again
The river I kissed that night?
Modern poetry in early autumn and August, dreams in March and August,
You and me, we fell together.
Moon River at midnight.
Cut into the sacredness of bones,
Ice in my heart?
It's a fading miss.
Moon River Moon River,
Moon River in August!
There is a song that sings innocently.
In the song, the boat is leisurely.
In the song, sculls dream.
In the song, there are a group of childhood friends.
In the song, we sowed the seeds of childhood.
Moon River Moon River,
Moon River in August!
Have a dream of chasing the wind.
In the wind, the flute sounded.
Don't ask what love is in the wind.
In the wind, two faces bloom into flowers.
In the wind, it is the joy that slowly diffuses.
Moon River Moon River,
Moon River in August!
A solo poem is in full bloom,
In the poem, through quicksand.
In the poem, there are several songs from the Qing Dynasty.
In the poem, the silence in winter is broken.
In poetry, it is a rose that never fades in spring.
Moon River Moon River,
Moon River in August!
There are two pairs of reluctant eyes looking back.
In retrospect, I was reminded.
Looking back, the clouds are eight thousand miles away.
Looking back, it was my mother who let me breathe quietly.
Looking back, it was my father's disappearing figure.
Moon River Moon River,
Moon River in August!
There is a quiet twilight in leisure.
In the twilight, Qingshi Street.
In the twilight, the mirror lake in front of the door.
In the twilight, holding hands is grandpa's kindness.
In the twilight, it is the sweetness of grandma's kiss.
Moon River Moon River,
Moon River in August!
It's drizzling.
In the rain, the spring breeze is on the willow tree.
In the rain, love grows with the stream.
In the rain, it is a plain and graceful scenery.
In the rain, it is the eternal hometown of distant wanderers.
Moon River Moon River,
Moon River in August!
Moon River Moon River,
15 Moon River!
The moon on the river,
Round? cracked
Is it broken? Round.