Modern Poetry in Early Autumn

Early Autumn Modern Poetry 1

The wind blows through your

Slim waist

A few fallen leaves scattered by hand

Tell me you came to see me

The sunset in the west

It is your veil

Hanging in the sky

Just to give me the most beautiful oil painting

The river flows quietly

In the soft mud The green water plant

Smiling softly under the water

Dancing the long and graceful hair

The golden willow by the river

It is you who hang down The green hair

I would like to turn into a cool breeze

To caress your silky hair

The wild chrysanthemums beside the bridge

Just about to Showing the buds

The red dress waiting for you

Embroidered with green leaves and flowers

The color of maple

It is your shy face

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Reflecting in the blue waves

Above the sunset

Touching the light of love

In the evening when the breeze blows

Suddenly warm Still cool

Falling maple leaves

Gently

Tell me

You have come to see me quietly Early Autumn Modern Poetry 2

Clouds fill the sky

Long sleeves dance wildly in the wind

Mixing the rich colors

Secretly conveying the edict of light

Clouds and waves

Thunder

Shatter the tower of time and

The glass fortress I forged with all my heart.

Words are scattered all over the slope

Picked up and piled up one by one

The chiseled marks of eyes

Turns of twists and turns

Yun Shen I don’t know where to go

Autumn wild geese swirl low in the smoke and light cage

Autumn rain whispers my guess

No matter how unpredictable the world is

Tangled in the heart Imagination and yearning

coincide with my belief in the blue sky

The autumn wind waved its hand

The leaves fell in response< /p>

It is just like lying on the ground and hanging on a branch

It is a revelation to me

So, in the evening of early autumn< /p>

I turned my back on the sky

I hid at home and closed the doors and windows

I turned off the TV and the Internet

Even the lights

Live in Li Yuchun's "As Ever"

Use the melody of waves and waves

Fill the distance between the light and the starlight

Resist the coldness of the rain hitting the eaves.

I am glad

I am good at building my own glass house

And, every room

is transparent and smooth