A modern poem about leaves: the leaves have fallen.
The leaves are gone.
Eventually, it was all over the street
Look, the streets.
Hutong, corner
There are withered leaves everywhere.
Broken leaves
Pile up on both sides of the road
Let the bleak wind roar
Let the leaves fall
Leaves fall,
Break into pieces
Look, I left behind.
descend
Fallen
All withered and landed.
Autumn and yellow seasons
Leaves fall.
The flowers will never be found again.
All the beautiful world has withered.
Leaving only a desolate place.
Leaves fall.
In the wind
Let it fall naturally
They didn't struggle.
No attachment
It fell so crisp.
In fact, the green I used to have.
Facing the present failure.
Fall without hatred
Leaves fall.
Clean end
Only the branches are bare.
There is no summer life.
Without the vitality of life
Only bare branches
Prepare for the snowy season.
Looking forward to the next vibrant spring.
They are so quiet.
Sleep soundly in the snow
Waiting for the start of a new life
Modern Poetry II: Fallen Leaves
It rained in Mao Mao last night.
The morning breeze is cool
Walking on a path covered with autumn colors
Watch the fallen leaves dance.
Listening to the footsteps singing softly
Grab a leaf falling with the wind with your hand.
It's like a girl dancing on your fingertips.
Like an angel waving green wings.
The girl's dance touched my mind.
The angel's wings crossed a trace of sadness in the autumn rain last night.
Caught
Is the lightness of falling.
Fallen
This is a pair of green leaves stuck in the soil.
True yearning for roots
Modern Poem III on Leaves: A Leaf
A leaf
Fallen leaves in spring
unwillingly
Also very helpless.
Leaves and buds are not paying attention.
A leaf
Fallen leaves in spring
Longing for spring
Bask in the sun
A leaf
Fallen leaves fall alone
Want to kiss the earth
Turn spring mud into more flowers.
But I don't know where the wind will blow it.
Modern Poetry on Leaves IV: Leaves of Trees in Winter
Leaves are eager in winter.
Eager to turn green
Eager to travel through the changing time and space.
Turn the dream of a lifetime
Entrusted to the geese in the south.
Helpless, cold closeness
Leaves fall one after another.
The coolness stung the earth.
Fine and clear texture
Write fatigue into the blood
With the scars of the monsoon
The fifth modern poem about leaves: autumn wind and leaves
Autumn wind is rising gradually.
Leaves rustle.
That's the sound of their dancing wildly.
At the scene of the last party
In the autumn wind
The leaves nodded frequently
That's their blessing to each other.
At the end of the party.
The autumn wind has passed
The leaves shook hands and said goodbye.
Embark on a journey and wander alone
seek
The original source of life