Modern Poetry Missing in Autumn

Lead: Is the beauty of autumn mature? It is not so shy in spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter. Is the beauty of autumn rational? It is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter. The following is a modern autumn yearning poem, welcome to enjoy.

Chapter One: Autumn Missing in Modern Poetry "Autumn Missing"

That corner of time

Are you there?

Maple leaves flying all over the sky

The road you took.

Love, suddenly looking back, don't.

You are thousands of miles away.

The autumn wind is clear and cold, adding to the icing on the cake.

When the autumn wind blows over Yuan Ye.

Brush my flying hair

You can see those full, rich

Dancing in the wind like invisible wings

At this point, the same expression, the same familiar face.

There is a sweet voice passing through your eardrum in the distance.

Call your birth name, love, and I will wait for you in my hometown.

You must go back to your hometown.

Chapter two: Missing in Autumn, a modern poem, Missing in Autumn.

Twenty is my graduation age.

I was assigned to a remote rural high school.

That autumn, I had a poet's dream.

Melancholy thoughts are as relaxed as leaves in the wind.

The beloved Haizi is dead.

Lee is not famous yet. I like him.

I had no love that autumn.

My missing is a star in the sky.

Look at the lines and lines in the sky.

Think of platforms and trains in the distance.

Guess what will happen in the outside world.

Riding outdoors with single friends on weekends.

Visit fortune tellers in the countryside occasionally.

That autumn night was particularly quiet.

Opposite is a kerosene lamp that can't understand life.

I wrote many letters to the future.

Sometimes a poem makes me write until dawn.

I was still ignorant that autumn.

I took many students that autumn.

That autumn was my long-term youth.

Nothing happened that autumn.

Chapter Three: Modern Poetry of Missing in Autumn; Missing in autumn.

Author: Yu Qiu

Red wind

Light a flame

Sutian

Has been drunk and dyed by that bright red

Precisely

My thoughts in autumn

Touch the blue sky

Turned into a rosy cloud

Walking in late autumn

Dusk is like smoke

A wisp of elegant summer

Vaguely

The romance of red leaves

Be stained with

The wasteland in my heart

The heart of the supermarket

Have been intoxicated.

abandon oneself to

Jiangnan, where flowers bloom and fall.

Count it carefully

Goose's late return

whether or not

Take your words.

this evening

Whose piano sound is it?

Spread so far

How sad and beautiful

Rub all the cold smoke on strangers.

Want to break your hand

Strings that have been placed for thousands of years.

Whose eyes are these?

The moon is missing and full.

A wisp of acacia

Autumn water has already overflowed.

leave a message

A long sigh

Vague footsteps

But it never went far.

I use red leaves there.

raft

How should I carry it?

This heavy yearning

Catch up with the times

Sad pillow

Several degrees of spring and autumn night leaning on the fence

Yueruyi

The curtain of the dream is empty

From this time on.

Stupid autumn

In my passionate dream

Bitter and lingering

Chapter four: modern poetry of autumn yearning; Missing in autumn.

In this autumn, it finally slowed down.

Finally, I can look back at the red leaves.

I can finally sit with the squirrel.

Exchange childhood, and finally you can face yourself.

Open your heart, in this autumn

I don't want to talk about harvest, just like a timid person.

Dream of the tiger. Don't want to recall, tears a lot.

Flowed to the years.

I just want to say that mom left us.

I've been looking for it since I went far away.

I just want to say that I failed my time.

Those beautiful things. in autumn

I finally slowed down, and I can say what I mean.

Tired of washing and dressing. Finally, from the mirror

Find the passage! Please understand a fragile person.

Please understand the growth of a poet.

Traces of sowing. finally

Slow down, I have the courage.

Write poetry, be a man, and have the courage to walk into forests and mountains.

Close to a corn, sweating all over.

I will grow old and retire slowly.

Touch your heart slowly.