Qiuyu modern poetry

Modern Poetry of Autumn Rain 1

People who stand in the autumn rain

How can I shout you gently

How can I bring you an oil-paper umbrella quietly

How can I send warmth to people who stand in the autumn rain quietly

Why is it so lovely

The blooming autumn chrysanthemum

is not as good as the last dance of the fallen leaves

? That shallow sadness

people who stand in the autumn rain

the vows of past lives have become empty

Yesterday's story is over

The lingering

people who stand upright in the autumn rain are no longer worth waiting for

The world ahead is still beautiful

Tomorrow's sunshine is more brilliant

The past is empty

It will never be seen again.

The summer heat is restrained, and

Autumn spreads unconsciously.

Walking through the empty street,

The fresh breeze relaxes people's mood.

Autumn rain,

like frustrated love, hits the face with a touch of cold.

Occasionally, there are several thunders, and

the dazzling white light passes by.

At this time, the raindrops grow from small to large,

urging the hurrying people.

Listen to the raindrops dancing on the umbrella edge,

Play a serenade-like movement.

The rain curtain shows the dark purple thoughts of the farmer's uncle, and

The desire for a bumper harvest flies in the hair of the wind.

It kept raining, splashing crystal cold water,

The street was hazy and lingering all night.

The sadness and sadness of fallen leaves, together with people's shallow worries and light worries,

are immersed in the autumn soil with the rain.

I, with open arms,

want to hold this drizzle in my heart.

Unexpectedly, I got wet in my clothes.

I watched the autumn rain flowing gently.

The lingering rain has finally stopped.

The world is so bright.

The faint chirping of autumn insects embellishes the sleepless night talk, and

It slowly conveys the autumn breath to the boundless distance. Modern Poetry of Autumn Rain 3

The sky washed by autumn rain

It seems that this festival is a little more pure

So I have intensified my expectations

I hope that tonight will be as bright as today

Even in the face of the cold moon

, I am silent

That doesn't matter

Your purity. Can fill my heart

My sight

Can penetrate your closed heart

The sky washed by autumn rain

It seems that this festival is a little more blue

So I push my luck

I hope that the distance between us can be shortened indefinitely

Give me a place

Even if I am in a corner

. But it's faint if it's smoke

that doesn't matter

your eyes can soothe my exhausted feelings

my gaze

can fill your empty feelings

the sky washed by autumn rain

It seems that I am a little more concerned about this festival

So I am crazy

looking forward to a thunder and lightning. Shredded corpses

blend together, but it's hard to linger

It doesn't matter

Your dignity can freeze my erupting volcano

My explosion

can ignite your indifferent' emotion

The sky washed by autumn rain

It seems that this festival is a little more indifferent

So I wander around. There is a strong mellow

intoxicating my numb thoughts

Even if I lose myself

far away from home

it doesn't matter

Your heartbeat can stimulate the waves of the sea

My violent

can hang your reserved character high

the sky washed by autumn rain

tonight. There should be a round of

round autumn rain modern poetry 4

You came from the sky

with fire-like love

with a sea of acacia tears

You said you were going to explore the world outside

You came back

Back to her window

Tell her the feelings of spring

Autumn has arrived

You finally came back < The hut

no longer exists

The love that once existed

has vanished

How can such a delicate flower

stand the ravages of years

The worldly world of mortals has already buried her

Only the falling dead leaves

give out infinite regrets

When I love you

You are far away < P > You are always out of sight

When the leaves have withered and fallen

Why do you come again

Why do you come here without hesitation

But why do you want Shanshan to come late

So affectionate

So lingering

Kiss all over the green hills

Kiss all over the countryside

Kiss all over the gullies

.

If you let your thoughts overflow

How can the grief in your heart be reduced

Who else will listen to your whispers

Who else will indulge in your gentle chest

The love that has been accumulated for too long

Besides telling the earth endlessly

Who else can understand

Only over and over again

?

Knock into

lover's already cold heart

Autumn rain

Just cry heartily

Turn all your tears

into

the last memorial to that missed love

Only wish that barren grave

A beautiful modern poem of Du Fu's autumn rain will be written next year.

The Revolution of 1911 has begun.

I see that you are in front of women in China.

Who says that women are not as good as men?

They trample on the land of the Central Plains.

I see that you have pushed open the luxurious prison door.

Your heart is cold.

The silver knife clanked.

I see that you are immersed in your desk. The roaring sound of tung autumn leaves

shocked this house in China

I saw you scurrying in the vast sea of people

August autumn wind howling

shame before snow

rising the sun in China

I saw you on the battlefield with a heroic attitude

Only when you helped the top down can you know how to make good plans

It was cold in late autumn

.

Autumn wind and autumn rain are depressing people

You fall down beside the cold brick wall

Don't be afraid of the cold

Because the afterheat of your blood will usher in a new dawn

Restore the country's efforts

Get rid of the dust after the snow

Women's studies are not prosperous

Race is not strong

Feminism is weak

The country is bound to be weak

. P > I greet your kind smile in the early winter. Autumn Rain Modern Poetry 6

Autumn Rain,

It keeps falling,

There is no bright moon,

but it seems,

The moon is full thousands of miles away;

the lake is silent,

silently chasing the ripples of the wind,

flickering,

like,

the light in your eyes flashes;

Maybe,

you are a floating cloud in the sky, and

you shed tears here?

You are a swallow from the south.

Cut out the reunion sent by the moon?

You are missing the full moon,

Let the thunder and lightning announce:

No sleep tonight!

It is clear that:

Acacia is far away,

I look forward to it,

It's drizzling in autumn;

attachment is like water,

melting in,

between the lines where the red leaves are falling;

It's neither flowers nor fog,

Moon shadow, cloud shadow and wind shadow,

Embracing each other,

Full moon thousands of miles away,

It's warm.

No matter how close you are,

the moon is as round;

No matter the southern part of China or the northern part of Xinjiang,

the dream is as sound;

Looking forward to your beautiful image in the rain and fog,

Sweet autumn rain in my heart. Modern poetry 7

Rain, drifting from late summer to early autumn

Autumn rain, with a cool

click on the window, as if to

wake up the dream in the pane, no longer lonely

Dream in the melody of raindrops, play back

. Those happy and unhappy

lonely eyes are silent in the dream

Only the soul lingers in the dream, whispering

little by little, telling

little time, gradually

falling in the mileage of the dream, walking with the dream

gathering and worrying about gains and losses, and walking quietly from the dream

indifferent. Let go of

the memory wandering between your fingers, and put the past honor and disgrace

aside from the dream. The heart is open to the touch of time.

The rain sings and dances in the dream, and it is free and easy.

Even if the dream is looking back, it can't stand the world of mortals in the past.

The charm of the rain has already cooled down the melancholy of the dream.

Reflection becomes with the rain. Thinking about getting out of the past

If time can be repeated, life can be regenerated

I would rather have nothing to do with fame and fortune, and have been to the natural leisure of ordinary people

I have devoted all my abilities to the world in my life silently

The rain has constantly calmed my dreams and made me look

happy. In fact, life

is not only for myself, but also for others

He. Later generations are more

attached to the dream, moved by the dawn in time

the color of maple red, drunk the dawn's cheeks

a rain, a dream and a love

a light autumn, and carved a picture of a dream with a rain edge.