As soon as you see her
She has taken off her beautiful coat.
Put on a rustling windbreaker.
She was alone at the end of the year.
The cold wind tore up Chunshen's toys.
Birds fled in droves.
The sound of wings is far away.
I thought you liked indifference, and I didn't want you to send drizzle again.
Knock on my door and window in this season.
This is the best song I have ever heard.
The fallen leaves came downstairs smartly.
Attract you with your bones and muscles.
You spread the wings of the wind
Want to touch him?
Naughty thing
Into the embrace of the earth.
There is a warmth in the darkness.
So we must use snow.
Put on your own wedding dress
Put it on you.
Enjoy loneliness alone
Qiuniangzi
In fact, you are a leftover woman who is eager to get married.
Modern Poetry: Autumn 2 is autumn again.
I pulled out your soft hair again.
Your smiling face.
Let me get back the content of that autumn.
Hold a cavity of delusion and resentment.
Hot lips
Kisses are colorful.
Kiss and melt the intoxicating moon.
I really want to love innocently again.
I really want to see that long-lost rose.
For your long black hair
Floating again in my autumn
I will take care of everyone.
Those roses that are pressed into dots.
Try using your long hair.
Set all the seasons in my life.
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Sunlight penetrates the scars of trees,
Falling in that desolate atmosphere,
The fallen leaves are still so fragile. ...
Tea fragrance is placed in the autumn wind,
Gently rippling in the wind,
Brilliant sunflowers and wheat are floating in the fields. ...
Those sad eyes,
When the flowers on the other side open and close,
Let the drizzle heal the wound. ...
Eventually, it disappeared,
The laughter in the field buried this quiet and solemn air.
Forgotten in the joy of autumn ...
Are you happy or hurt in autumn?
When the flowers on the other side wither,
I have never seen you with sad tears.
Is to turn into autumn mud to protect flowers more,
Or hide your sadness?
It will only make the past injuries gradually forgotten.
Just like the sea, shallow know recede. ...
When I was in autumn,
On the edge of water and sky
Touching the withered and broken petals on the other side,
Will not be hypnotized by chrysanthemums,
Will not be awakened by lily of the valley,
Will only be immersed in the rich flowers on the other side,
Pray for it,
No, forget the sorrow,
It's best to get drunk in the autumn wind and die for it-
Modern Poetry: Autumn 3 I rubbed the sun's inflammatory moxibustion into the desert.
My eyes are no longer dry, and I see the sloping hillside.
Bright dewdrops hung on the green grass.
I rushed to hide my sadness and let the wind tell me.
A hidden fruit is like a package of a girl wearing a headscarf.
I stood at the mountain pass, dressed in purple.
Look at the geese flying south, I don't want you to go.
I want to keep you. Let you have a taste of autumn.
Bend the bow and let go of the loving hand to touch love and hate.
The water in autumn is cold and passes through the window lattice.
I use my soul to release chrysanthemum, ink and autumn fragrance and light it.
The twinkling moon in the night sky
Looking for rain, where are you?
Oh, so you threw yourself into the deep blue harbor.
I have seen the cold and crawl in the world of mortals.
Give your heart to this land.
Quietly picking this autumn field.
Modern Poetry: Autumn in April
Come quietly in the morning after the rain.
The sky is blue after crying.
Fallen leaves fall rhythmically.
Flowerless pagoda tree fruitless begonia and silent season
My favorite autumn.
With my favorite drizzle and my happy fallen leaves
Jump in front of you in the blink of an eye
You have no memory of autumn.
With your tired sunset and lost rainbow
Lost behind the lost.
Decorate my mood with withering.
Maybe brighter than the sun.
Hang the first wind on your shoulder.
Strawberries as cold as ice.
Sour youth grows old inadvertently.
Enduring childlike innocence seems naive and free and easy.
Alcohol anesthesia has long been dusty and scarred.
And the helpless leaves flying all over the sky, floating melancholy eyes.
I caught the sadness that I could bear the doubt.
My body shivered in the Mid-Autumn wind.
Last night, tears were meteors with pain.
The shadow under the street lamp also listens to the wind in the drizzle.
Listen to the rain in the breeze
Let the wind pass through your fingers and flow into your ears, causing trouble between the ends of your hair.
Listen to the rain in the breeze
Let the rain leave a mark on the cheeks, leave a shadow under the feet, and forget behind.
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Thus, autumn entered my ci chapter.
If spring is full of flowers.
Then, autumn is the destination of flowers.
They keep the dream of spring in their hearts.
In the fruit of autumn
I dreamed that a white cloud decorated my dream.
In the bleak autumn
Looking for a ray of bright comfort
I prefer autumn rain, which is a little cold.
How many summer anxieties have been washed away
I also like the smell of autumn sunshine.
The warm feeling makes people very comfortable.
I like the taste of autumn, mellow and lasting.
Long and long, let alone clear autumn water.
Not to mention soybeans, corn and sorghum.
They all give people a feeling of fullness and sureness.
I like the sound of autumn.
Cicada, for example, is not as loud as Xia Chan.
But there are also lingering sadness.
And crickets, which can turn green leaves yellow.
Can you make autumn water cold?
I like autumn water and her coolness.
I like the ripples caused by autumn wind.
And that leisurely and indifferent fish.
The sky is deep blue, suitable for flying dreams.
Baiyun told me
Dreams are always on the road.
Look, the wild goose that is about to fly south.
I'm packing my bags and putting my dreams in my bag.
Take the autumn wind in August and set sail
And tell about the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River
Autumn is writing beautiful chapters.
Modern Poetry: Autumn 6 The bell in beginning of autumn has rung.
A yellow butterfly was hijacked by time.
Late autumn twisted her wings.
She wobbled and danced.
Prove the beauty of flying.
Avoid one and avoid two.
Smashed golden leaves.
With the sunshine, she felt warm.
Through the singing of birds, she recalled the splendor of summer.
With the breeze, she tried to rise.
From this meadow to that meadow.
Looking for beauty that is still open.
From one flower fan to another
Kiss them one by one.
The lingering fragrance dedicated to flowers. ......
at present
The sun slowed down.
Dashan held her breath.
Wolong Lake stopped the waves.
The grass tree was silent.
All spirituality
Flapping wings for this butterfly.
Chorus-applause-
I like it.
Modern Poetry: Autumn Song 7 and Early Autumn
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.
Modern Poetry: Autumn in Early Autumn.
In early autumn,
There was a brief 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 didn't feel the threat of the coming heavy snow.
Only pure and warm blue.
Pour into the fields of rest ...
Modern Poetry: Autumn 9 ode to the west wind
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life!
You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you.
It's like a ghost meets a wizard and has to escape:
Yellow, black, gray, red as tuberculosis,
Ah, a group of people who are seriously infected with the epidemic: Xifeng, it's you.
Drive the wing seeds.
On the bed in the dark winter, they just lie there,
Like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and humble,
Wait until spring, when your beautiful sister blows.
Her trumpet resounded through the sleeping earth,
(Call out buds and feed in the air like sheep)
Let the mountains and plains be full of color and fragrance.
Free spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
Modern Poetry: Autumn 10 If we meet again in October.
I will always stubbornly believe
This is the most beautiful season.
Crabs in my hometown should be the best.
On a cool morning
Stretch out in the sun.
Just like a cup of tea.
There is only one fried dough stick for breakfast.
There is no such thing as tea head at home.
When did it start?
I miss my old life more and more.
The wind was light this morning.
Awaken by the wind
It seems that it's just me and the flowers on the guardrail.