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.