Send away the last ray of hot sunshine in summer,
You hold the hand of the seed,
Holding hands all the way,
Experienced two long and short seasons.
Just for the sake of,
There are fruits with golden branches hanging high everywhere,
The farmers in the Hotan wilderness smiled stupidly.
I saw it clearly,
Their eyes are full of tears of joy.
Finally,
Ears of grain in rice fields,
Quietly climb to the top of the former seedling,
Bend leaves;
But also bends the back pressure of the harvester,
Bend the pole.
You use a face after harvest,
Comfort the sweat of farmers who have traveled for a long time.
Swallows fly south,
You send them to the treetops and let the fallen leaves return to their roots.
Spit out a little white fog affectionately,
Cover their footprints when they come home,
Leaving only the blue sky,
Long, long memories.
Nianqiu
Familiar dreams are swaying, looking at the north and south of the river, and suddenly smelling the fragrance of Qiulin.
On the occasion of fruitful results, the autumn nursery is getting frosty with the touch of one ear.
Looking back slowly, I miss autumn and summer and just wait for the red leaves to dance.
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This is a modern horse-
But John doe did his best.
Autumn in Qiu Qiu
Autumn leaves fall in succession.
Straw has been harvested by farmers.
Miss Qiu came to accompany me.
And ... . .
In the end, I made it up myself, and I couldn't get any inspiration.
Modern poetry describing autumn
Poems describing autumn
Liu Dabai, on the autumn night river
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
( 1923)
Pigeon Hu Shi
Clouds are light and the sky is high. What a late autumn weather!
There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air.
Look at them in twos and threes,
Back and forth,
Iraq is like Italy,—
Abrupt, turn it over and reflect the sunshine, white lining the sky, very beautiful!
( 19 18)
Autumn morning is at stake.
Goodbye, starry night,
I've suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,
You stepped on my back,
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!
At this last moment, I opened my eyes.
Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.
Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,
Until you cry with joy!
Sun Dayu's "Old saying" Ever since I leaned against the dim room in a blue cloud and wore a splendid porch crown, I looked around and worshipped the silent mountains of Qianfeng. I don't know how many years later, your lower bound began to hover at my feet-since then, I have been immersed in the corner of the sky day and night, and my inner corner has been used as writing paper, drafting the bottom grave of nature. The record of life (recording that all of you were young and promising at the dawn of childhood until success, singing and dancing also recorded how disappointment squeezed out a cloud, and pain was ridiculed by Lin:) Up to now, the rest of the record has gradually blurred, leaving only the stars in the sky to remember the light of love. Up-style is the hardest thing to do. It's amazing that Sun Dayu can dance with chains and dance so freely. "Evocation" You went, you went, Zhimo, a day of thick fog, covered your long journey to the other side, between Yueming and Xing Zi, never to return. No, I didn't go. I saw you, in the water in front of the wind, wearing a faint glow, crossing the clouds, flickering. Come back quickly, millions of brilliant, burning deep blue, that place is terribly dark, and the cold wind there is too strong. Are you used to the heavy silence? ..... Although these two poems have been deeply influenced by western culture, after reading them, I still feel vaguely reminded of Chu Ci. The second song is especially like "Evocation of Soul" and "Big Trick", which shows what kind of Chinese soul Sun Dayu has. But he seems to have a deep study of astronomy and a deep hobby. Therefore, he has an extremely broad view of the universe and endless view of time, which is not found in China's poetry circles. "Millions of brilliant, burning deep blue, the place is horribly black, where the cold wind is too strong and there is a heavy silence. Are you used to it? " It is chilling to read. Sun Dayu also wrote a poem as long as 1000, entitled "My Portrait". Chen commented: "This is an exquisite and amazing long poem, and it is an unforgettable creation in new poetry in recent years. He has the concept of magnanimity, which reveals a complicated consciousness of modern people from his close impression of the whole city of new york. New words, new imagination, and that majestic spirit are all surprising. " Between Zhu Xiang and Sun Dayu is Rao Mengkan. Chen called it "the same-referring to Wen Yiduo-carefully scrutinizing skills with a disapproving attitude and writing light poems with simple images." Also known as "clear as water, printed with clear sky." "His Call" Try the song "His Call": Once I was in the poplar forest, I heard a kind call; At that time, the moonlight was looking at Weng Zhong, and Weng Zhong was looking at me. When I couldn't hear the call again, I was taken aback. I looked around-Weng Zhong was just lost in the moonlight, and the moonlight only sneered at me. Chen, Fang and Long are rising stars of the Crescent School, and they can also be said to be orthodox new poets who directly inherit Xu Zhimo and Wen Yiduo. Chen 193 1 published Poems of Dreamers, among which there are many excellent works. He once wrote a poem himself: "We enjoy purity and purity. We don't think writing poetry is the easiest thing to do in all arts. It has norms, just like horses need reins and saddles, although there are also moments of inspiration that stir the poet's heart. For example, the wind inadvertently reveals harmonious music in the reed pipe, which is not always expected. " ..... "Purity and purity are the minimum requirements of the work, and the embodiment of that spirit depends on the ingenious creation of the craftsman and the transmission of his soul. In his project, peaceful thinking and complete imagination are needed, which is a process of thinking or emotion ... so poetry should put the most appropriate, adaptive and indispensable words in the appropriate position. Its tone, even its air, must be in harmony with the mood of the poem. " He added: "advocating essential integrity, meticulous skills and strict rules are almost the same direction ... the seriousness of attitude is our confidence." These words represent the thoughts of every crescent poet. There are about 50 poems in The Dreamer's Poetry Collection, the first one is pure and capitalized. "Swallow" now quotes a poem from "Swallow" as an example: I love wild geese in autumn, and I am tired all night (like a promise, like a promise) and fly away at the same time. Never ask him which cloud his song stays on. Sing and fly, dark sky and light wings. I'd rather be a wild goose and forget everything-when I mention it, when I think: not hate, not joy. Chen said that Fang's poems are "light and clever, and so elusive and incredible". The Wanderer and the Sound of the Sea have their own special styles, but they are gentle in the emergency training. "Well, let's look at his youzi. "Wanderer" and "Birch" I lie in bed every night. In front of my window, a Tianhe flows in my dream. There is a white birch tree with lights on board, as if covered with silver frost. I called to the boatman: I was covered with snowflakes. "Shake the wanderer across the river!" Furry branches, I opened my eyes at dawn, embroidered with snow lace chic, the sun climbed higher than the top of the tree early, clusters of flowers opened. Old Di opened the door to wake me up, and Bai Liusu was picturesque. I laughed at myself: in the dim silence, "the wanderer doesn't come." The birch stands in the jade, shining with brilliant snowflakes in the golden light. Birch trees are surrounded by the late morning glow, which smears a layer of silver luster on the snow-covered branches. Chen Hefang also wrote a long poem "Regret", which was printed as a separate book and circulated for some time. His poetry is passionate, skillful and wonderful, and it can be regarded as a masterpiece of new poetry. Fang Lingru and Lin are two female poets. There are few square poems, so it is difficult to criticize them. Lin has a poem "Laughter", which is extremely delicate and exquisite, and deserves to be called a poetess's work: "Regret" laughs at her eyes, her lips and the vortex on her lips. Brilliant as dew, the smiles are hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth. That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear. Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart. That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves. Bian has a poem "Peninsula", which seems to be the representative of his style: the peninsula is the slender hand of the mainland, pointing to three sacred mountains on the sea. There is a small building. Three sides of water can be seen but not drunk. A spring rush to the heart of the court, and people are still describing the door. There was a small gem in the park last night, and this is what you saw. Cover the sea with curtains to prevent tourists from looking out at the sails. Cang Kejia is a poet from a peasant family. His works are full of local flavor and he is famous for his bitter songs. People call him Meng Jiao and Jia Dao in the new poetry circle. Insomnia is a boat in life. They are all moored in the sleeping harbor, the wind dies of old age from the sea at night, and the snoring microwave is breathing quietly. I am the only one still falling on the waves of the night, and the storm surge is on the canvas. My heart can't get rid of the anchor, and the rope of thought is getting longer and longer.