Modern poetry about autumn wind and trees

Last night’s wind set off again

This time he will go to the far east

To drag up the beautiful girl Gorgeous long dress

Her rich eye shadow cannot stop her shyness

But why do you still have this stupid posture

The wind from the west blows you dry hair

blowing your cheeks

even when he clamored to take away your bride

but you stood and just watched without speaking

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Her long skirt sank piece by piece in the praise

The whirlpool of lies firmly imprisoned them

She was about to perform a perfect performance with confidence but worry The arc of the world

And then fell into the dust of the world

And then never turned over

But you still listened quietly to this scoundrel's threats and didn't move.

Finally, he replied with a weird smile at the corner of his mouth

He was furious, and his breath blew his cunning black windbreaker into a mess

You are a mess Your soul will land on that gray land at this moment

White is like silver, yellow is like gold

And then slowly falling will be----red

The sun sets again

The black gentleman polishes his black shoes

He wants to continue his wandering

The red skirt is In that caring tenderness

Together they interpret the depth of love