1. A collection of modern ancient poems about autumn
1. "Autumn Dream"
Dai Wangshu
The Faraway Shepherdess The sheep bells,
shook down the light leaves.
Autumn dreams are light,
It is the love of a graceful shepherd girl.
So my dream came quietly,
But it carried the heavy weight of the past.
Oh, now, I have some cold,
Some cold, and some melancholy.
dao2. "Autumn Moon"
Xu Zhimo
Autumn Moon!
Who can withstand silver fingertips
Romantic tickling!
If you don’t believe it, just look at the gentle waves of the sea.
It’s not like you can’t help it.
The caress of jade fingers,
There Weeping lowly!
That’s it:
The boring clouds and smoke,
The beauty of the autumn moon,
It warms the heart and the cold eyes,
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I also put on light clothes in a cool manner,
to participate in this
happy marriage and funeral. 2. Ancient poems and modern poems about autumn
1. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Twilight of Autumn" by Tang Wangwei After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. 2. "Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The autumn dew of the Gui soul is slight when it is born, and the light ruffles are already thin and have not been changed.
I have been playing with the silver zheng diligently for a long time, but I am too timid to return to the empty room. 3. "Midnight Autumn Song" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love. When the Huru are defeated, the good men will stop the expedition.
4. "Ascend the North Tower of Xie Tiao in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. The river city is like a painting, with mountains at dawn and a clear sky. The rain catches the bright mirror, and a rainbow falls on the two bridges.
The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees. Who wants to be in the north building? I feel grateful to you in the wind.
5. "Staying on the Jiande River" Tang Meng Haoran moved the boat to Yanzhu, and the guests were worried about the new arrival at dusk. The trees are low in the wild sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to people.
6. "Autumn Climb Orchid Mountain and Send Five Pieces" Tang Meng Haoran In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. When we look at each other, we climb high, and our hearts follow the wild geese.
Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?
7. "Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.
8. "Climbing High" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.
9. "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
10. "Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi The clear light thousands of miles away is unimaginable, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world. Who has been garrisoning outside Long for a long time? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court? The old concubine who fell out of favor returned to the courtyard at night, when the old general did not go upstairs.
According to him, how many people have broken hearts, the Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away. 11. "Su Mu Zhe" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty. The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are green and cold.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. The soul of the dark country is chasing my thoughts on the journey, unless I leave good dreams to sleep every night.
Sitting alone and leaning high in the Mingyue Tower, the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. 12. "Proud of the Fisherman" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty The scenery is strange when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention.
There were sounds from all directions. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed.
A glass of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground.
When people are sleepless, the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. 13. "The Beauty of Autumn Waves" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty. On the evening of July 16, I climbed up to the Gaoxing Pavilion to look at the Nanshan Mountain in Chang'an. In autumn, I mourned at the corner of the border town and the beacon light shone on the high platform.
The sad songs are building, and the wine is high, so happy! Passionate people are like the moon in the southern mountains, especially when the dusk clouds bloom. The smokey willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang are waiting for people to come.
14. "Autumn Moon" by Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty A clear stream flows through the top of the green mountain, and the clear water in the sky is the color of autumn. Thirty miles away from the world of mortals, there are white clouds and red leaves.
15. "Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The autumn dew of Gui Po is faint when he is born, and his light ruffles are already thin and have not changed his clothes. The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty room.
16. "Autumn Wind" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao sends the wild geese off. When the morning comes to enter the garden tree, the solitary guest is the first to smell it.
17. "Autumn Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. Autumn has been a sad and lonely time since ancient times. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane lining the clouds in the clear sky brings poetry to the dark night. 18. "Gifts in the Autumn Rain" Yuan Jiu "Tang Bai Juyi couldn't bear the red leaves and moss, and it was a cool windy and rainy day. Don't blame me for thinking about the hard work of singing alone in autumn, which is nearly two years older than your school.
19. "Early Autumn" Tang Meng Haoran Unconsciously, the early autumn nights are getting longer, and the breeze is heavy and desolate. The scorching heat has subsided, and the Mao Zhai is quiet, and the clumps of grass under the steps are exposed.
20. "Reminiscences on the River in the Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty A lonely boat is out in the sky, looking for credit on the way out. The poor and the sick travel far away, and most of their dreams are at home.
Cicadas sing in the autumn trees, and crows noisy in the sunset sand. If you don't plan to shave your temples, you will waste your years.
1. On the Double Ninth Festival, come and get chrysanthemums. ——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village" 2. The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
——Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" 3. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers. ——Du Fu's "Mountain Journey" 4. A crane lining the clouds in the clear sky brings poetry to the blue sky.
——Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems" 5. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. ——Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems" 6. Speechless, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon is like a hook, the lonely sycamore deep in the courtyard locks the autumn." ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting" 7. There are thick trees and luxuriant grass.
——Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea" 8. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. ——Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea" 9. The scenery is different when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention.
——Fan Zhongyan's "The Proud Fisherman" 10. The high autumn wind roared in August and rolled up the triple thatch on my house. ——Du Fu's "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" 11. The autumn wind cannot blow away, but it is always the love of jade.
——Li Bai's "Midnight Wu Song" 12. Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn. ——Meng Haoran's "Autumn Climbing Ten Thousand Mountains to Send King Five" 13. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
——Du Mu's "Autumn Evening" 14. The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. ——Du Fu's "Ascend the High" 15. The rain sprinkles the river sky at Xiaoxiao at dusk, washing the autumn away.
——Liu Yong's "Small Voice of Ganzhou" 1. "Autumn Thoughts on the Clear Sands" by Ma Zhiyuan, Yuan Dynasty. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water. On the ancient road, the west wind blows and the horse is thin, the sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.
2. "Autumn Poems" Tang Dynasty. Liu Yu's "Autumn Thoughts" Tang Dynasty Zhang Ji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang city and wanted to write a book full of ideas. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.
(3) Ancient poems describing autumn 1. The autumn wind rises and white clouds fly, the grass and trees turn yellow and the geese return south. 2. The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning into frost.
3. The setting clouds and lonely birds are flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. 4. The long winds send autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this in high spirits.
5. The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the triple thatch on my house. 6. The mountains are clear and the water is clear, frost comes at night, and several trees turn deep red and turn light yellow.
7. The autumn light of red candles paints the screen coldly, and the small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies. 8. The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with the setting sun.
("Ambition" by Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty) 9. The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are covered with cold smoke and green. (Song Dynasty? Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe") --------------------------- Modern poetry describing autumn Modern poetry describing autumn The poem "Autumn" "On the River at Night" Liu Dabai's birds returning to their nests, even though they are naked, still carry the setting sun back.
With a flip of the wings, the setting sun falls on the river; the white-headed reeds also turn into a flash of beauty. (1923). 3. Poems describing autumn, modern poetry and autumn thoughts
"On the River in Autumn Evening" Liu Dabai The birds returning to their nests, even though they are naked, still carry the setting sun back.
With a flip of the wings, the setting sun falls on the river; the white-headed reeds also turn into a flash of beauty.
---------------------------------- A set of autumn scenes (1) Autumn draws a line on the tip of my pen A trace of desolation, but the concentration of the ink dyed the clouds into a deep and heavy rain, followed by a hint of coolness, filled the space, a few geese flew by, the high sky was cold, the car's reflector on the road, a touch of clear frost reflected the cold northern night When thinking about leaves, it is obviously inseparable from the feeling of emotional misery. As the witness and victim of autumn, the whereabouts are silent and silent, giving an explanation to autumn, a colorful concession, looking back like autumn water, but the west wind forgets how stupid and vain it is forever. What remains is the story of lush leaves and branches. What remains eternal is the spring breeze blowing and growing again (2) In the north where there is little rain, the autumn air is also dry and the leaves that have not yet had time to grow are also picked by the autumn wind. The fallen leaves are colorful. The praise of Ye Zi, who is neither humble nor arrogant, is Ye Ye's comfort for his own destiny. Walking in this painting that looks like oil paint seems a bit unreal, with a little bit of sadness. The painting is a painting. Reality is reality. Autumn is autumn. Crops are harvested. Hope is mature. Leaf harvest is one year old. Do you resent the autumn wind when it is dry and prosperous? The wind has its own responsibility and mission. It is not its original intention that the wind blows away the red color. In fact, it has thousands of deep feelings. The spring breeze, the cool breeze in summer, the cold wind, its changes have their own faces, and their emotions also follow. The four seasons are distinct. Leaves, don’t blame me for pitying you and arguing with the wind. I should say that this is the same mood in the same season. Don’t you say it all? There is a kind of love called letting go. Then let the tree recharge its energy and stop feeding you life. The leaves You were once the appendage of the tree, and you were also your special favorite. I want to say a few more words for you. You have had the bud of love, the flutter of love, and the reluctant parting. The kindness and understanding have turned into spring mud, and there is no resentment. Regretful loyalty, your true record, your green bloom, your bright smile, your growth, your luxuriant branches, your achievements, your hard work, your immortal life, passed down by the spring scenery of the next generation. This is enough. What else can you say? Find yourself. There is no need to worry about autumn. Grasp your destiny and don’t leave with regrets. This is your true gain and harvest. A safe and complete life (3) Autumn love. When you open the window, the fresh air blows in, and the sun shines all over you. In the corners of the room, sufficient oxygen was incorporated into the words. The words shone like gold and came alive. Suddenly, I fell in love with autumn. The yellow and orange world. The golden world is also dotted with melancholy, but the blue sky and pale clouds express the tranquility and beauty of the reincarnation of the common people. Calm (4) Autumn thoughts, you lit a bonfire, autumn dodges, is not in a hurry, only one night of baking, the maples are red, you say you love me, I want to turn autumn into spring, how come I shake my head, a grand event was held in the botanical garden on February 14th. At the party, I know how gentle the hands holding the pear blossoms are. I can’t bear to let their fragrance dissipate. Until autumn, I don’t ignore the pain and itch of autumn. I only write the stories of spring. In fact, I follow the laws of nature and cherish the warmth of the moment. The dew on my eyelashes is like rain. Who can say that the bright, watery eyes do not contain the deep essence of autumn? I hold the edge of your hand and begin to sublimate. Gaze at the love that penetrates this life and the next. Lock this night so that the earth will no longer rotate. Only the thoughts of autumn are condensed on the brows of the crescent moon. The autumn leaves are my mail. The invitation to a friend says the majestic Mount Tai on the front and my wedding banquet with you on the back. 4. Modern poems about autumn
Articles describing autumn It is already December, and the leaves on the trees have already withered and turned yellow, but most of them are still hanging on the branches.
Under the night, under the dim street lights, what I saw was a brilliant golden tree. At that moment, I was stunned. Looking at the golden tree that looked like a fairy tale, flapping its branches and leaves, I felt like I was about to cry.
I always thought that in autumn, dead leaves only represented desolation and loneliness. Autumn winds and autumn rains kill people with sorrow, and most of the descriptions of autumn by the ancients are like this: The general appearance of autumn is that its color is bleak and the mist and clouds are gathering; ... its air is sharp and sharp, biting the bones and muscles; its mood is depressed, and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
Gu Qiwei is also a voice, miserable and earnest, shouting and working hard. Listening to the sound of autumn and watching the leaves falling one by one is a series of farewells, as well as the depletion and disappearance of life.
Desolation, reluctance and helplessness are always lingering in my heart. I appreciate the clear wind and clear clouds in autumn.
I am intoxicated by her elegance and refinement, but at the same time I always inevitably fall into a sad mood. But today, this brilliance suddenly gave me a strong feeling.
That tree, a person, stood there almost stubbornly, with branches full of gold, standing strong in the wind. It turns out that autumn is also strong.
It is persistence and patience. Qiu Yu slapped their faces.
Piles of dark gray clouds weighed down the earth. It is already late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest are all bare. The old tree stands gloomily, letting the brown moss cover the wrinkles on its body.
The ruthless autumn stripped off their beautiful clothes, and they had no choice but to stand there naked. Autumn comes with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dew.
The sky emits a soft glow, clear and ethereal, making people want to hear the singing of a skylark flying high, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a piece of white sail. The setting sun is the wings of time. When it flies away, it spreads out brilliantly for a moment.
Then dusk. The clear sky at the end of late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; strong white light dances in the air, like microwaves on the sea; patches of sorghum at the foot of the mountain are always swaying with plump ears, like undulating red water; and The yellowed leaves give the field a withered color.
What a beautiful autumn, here, there is no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is a prosperous land where thousands of mountains and winds are covered with red carpets. The red pine covered with elastic skin is still alive, standing proudly on the high mountain rocks, the whistle is cheering in the valley, and Bai Wang is flying slowly in the rice fields.
When the sharp west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; when the shouting child on the street sees the last south flying goose; when the boundless green grass of the vast field is swayed. When the plants are withered and yellow - when it is at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees lose their leaves. In the second half of the night after autumn, the moon has gone down and the sun has not risen yet, leaving only a dark blue sky; except for the nocturnal things, everyone is asleep.
Dusk in late autumn always comes very quickly, and before the water vapor evaporated by sunlight on the mountains and fields dissipates, the sun sets in the Western Mountains. As a result, the misty wind in the valley brought a strong coolness, driving the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadow of the mountain peak pressed down on the village faster, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending into the night. But soon, it turned silver-grey again by the moonlight.
The bright moon, which is not yet full, gradually rises into the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly blocked the moonlight, and a light smoke seemed to be hanging over the field, and it was like falling into a dream.
After the evening clouds drifted over, the smoke and mist dissipated on the fields, and the clear light like water washed over the soft autumn night. On an autumn night, the sky is high and the dew is thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly on the southwest horizon.
The cold moonlight shines down on the earth, it is so dim, but the stars in the Milky Way become more and more brilliant. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn, and millet, the chirping of autumn insects echoed one after another. The grasshopper also occasionally added a few accompaniments, and the earth blower blew the chirp intermittently.
The willow tree hangs its branches quietly on the roadside, and its shadow casts a shadow on the winding path covered with wild grass. ...The moon came up, but it was half covered by clouds. She was hiding far away in the cracks of the trees, like a country girl, shy.
People in the past said: "You come out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa to half cover your face." Quite a bit! The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, so he was too lazy to care.
But I thought, if it was an autumn night, it would be nice to have some west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, you should still listen to the sound of the surging "waves".
Of course the west wind will not come. Before going to bed, we lit two or three sticks of foreign wax in the hall.
The timid Homura was pressed by the big roof and couldn't breathe. We looked at each other through the candlelight, as if covered with a layer of smoke.
Outside, the sky and the earth were completely dark, like the sea. Only a few barks from far and near remind us that we are still in the human world.
The blue sky. In late autumn, it is spotless and crystal clear. The rosy clouds are reflected on the clear Jialing River; the microwave of fish scales and the turquoise water of the river add to the color of the floating clouds, making it extraordinarily gorgeous.
On a cool and clear autumn night, the bright and red Mars in the starry sky adds a lot of brilliance and interest to us. Recently, Mars rises from the southeastern horizon after eight o'clock every night.
It is brighter than any other star in the nearby sky and is easy to find no matter where you are. The fallen leaves in the North create such a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow, or even vermilion and cyanotic ochre.
What initially fell might be just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there were golden and red showers.
Then, a golden-red carpet was spread out under the tree. And above this carpet, it looks like cast iron, with bare and sparse tree trunks and branches standing straight against the high blue sky and light clouds.
Fruit trees in the north are also a wonderful sight in autumn. The first is the jujube tree. They will grow up one by one in the corners of houses, at the top of walls, beside latrines and at the door of kitchens.
When these jujubes, which look like olives and dove eggs, show a light green and slightly yellow color among the small oval leaves, it is the heyday of autumn; It’s fall, the dates have finished turning red, and the northwest wind is about to pick up. The locust trees in the North are also an embellishment that reminds people of autumn.
The fallen pistils, which look like flowers but are not flowers, will be spread all over the ground in the morning.
When you step on it, there is no sound or smell, you can only feel it. 5. Poems about autumn (modern poems) by famous writers
"Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo
The same moonlight,
I am going to do it tonight, because we all Looking up -
Look at it, a plump and charming figure,
rising from the clouds as black as a mob
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It looks particularly bright and round.
It spreads out on the road,
It floats on the water,
It is immersed in
The water plants are entangled like sorrow
Under the water;
It stares at the battlements of the ancient city,
Thousands of city bricks are breathing in its clarity
,
It caressed
the tombs scattered inside and outside the city,
in the continued cry of the old bird,
I want to see old and new ghosts,
also standing cuddled together like us,
eyes shining,
chewing the bone-chilling coolness:
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Silver lingering poetry
Like star phosphorus on the water,
flying in the dew-filled sky.
Listen to the moans of the four fields -
The eternal humble harmony,
Sadness mixed with joy,
Resentment Hatred and love,
The dark and dark embrace the fire and electricity,
In this quiet autumn night and the
vastness of the autumn field,
< p> The greatness of "dissolution"In the depth of all subtleties
unfolds
the smile of a baby!
(October 1930) 6. Deep Autumn Wind Modern Poetry, who has the lyrics?
Deep Autumn Wind Author: Bi Junhou
My Heart It hurts so much that it can’t hold a speck of dust
A dry branch hides a little bit of spring
Decay has taken away my green and my budding spring.
The kingfisher flew away from my ugly branches
It screamed sadly, crossing my head
Cutting through my sky
My throat is covered with venomous thorns
Black ants come in swarms
My heavy heart is full of holes like anthills
p>The false coat dances in the wind
The body is completely gone, let the muddy tears
dry into the heat of April and the cold of September
The shadow of the kingfisher floats away little by little, out of my sight
Transformed into a drop of thick ink, a lost star
That ink dripped on my bleeding heart , like a cloak of wolfsbane
The lonely autumn wind dragged a long tail
Tangled me tightly, I resisted with freezing enthusiasm
Trying to get out of this siege
I want to sleep peacefully, looking for a place to take shelter from the wind
My empty head rests on my collection of poems
If you hear the wind blowing , that is the sound of my turning the book. 7. Looking for modern poems or essays about autumn wind
Autumn wind, you are the angel of this season.
With a touch of light mist
Dancing with your own happiness
With the company of red maples
With the refreshing blue sky
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Your steps are full of comfort
Colorful leaves
Floating lightly in your singing
Clear and bright lake water
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Microwaves ripple in your words
And the grass at the bottom of the river is swaying
Swinging on the pebbles, singing low to the horizon
Autumn wind , you are the flying notes on the strings
Can’t wait to leave the arrow
Summon all the fruits
Summon them in your smiling face
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Plump, ruddy, with bursts of fragrance
Look, the persimmon’s red face
The flying eagle scratched a gray meteor
< p> The plump wheat ears are also working hardCalling you
Autumn wind, the messenger of autumn
Carrying all the harvest on the way home
p>That sweet and rich.
Sent to every corner by you
The breath of the autumn earth
Sent to the noses of the world by you in time
Carry it with you Missing the summer sunshine
Intoxicated by your tenderness.
Oh, angel of autumn
May you stay in my heart forever in this life 8. Modern poems describing autumn
Modern poems describing autumn Poems describing autumn "On the River in Autumn Evening" Liu Dabai's birds returning to their nests, even though they are naked, still carry the setting sun back.
With a flip of the wings, the setting sun falls on the river; the white-headed reeds also turn into a flash of beauty. (1923) "Autumn Morning" Farewell to Gengyu, on a dark night filled with stars and frost, I have endured the sin that cannot be washed away by holy water, but you have stepped on my back. Welcome, Dongshu, you are here again. Resurrected! In this last moment, I opened my eyes and held the feet of the sun with both hands, watching the leaves trembling, the flowers dancing, and listening to the sound of the market, intoxicated until I shed tears of joy! (1934) "Cars in Shanghai and Hangzhou" Xu Zhimo Hurry! Urgent! Urgent! A cigarette, a mountain, a few cloud shadows, a stream of water, a bridge, the sound of an oar, a forest of pine trees, a clump of bamboo, and red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, as clear and blurry as a dream, Blanking, - push, push, push! Is it the wheel or the time? It makes Qiurong grow old and makes her life grow old! (1928) "Whispers" Xu Zhimo listens to his warm and affectionate chattering in the autumn rain in a first-class cold autumn pool, in a haggard autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, on an autumn leaf that is about to turn yellow. Whispering, whispering about the love affairs and plots of the three autumns, before gently blowing him into the autumn halo of the autumn water, swirling and half-turning, and following the autumn flow.
The whispers of autumn rain, the sentiments of three autumns, and the plots of love poems also fall into the autumn halo of autumn water and autumn waves, swirling and turning, and follow the autumn flow. (July 21, 1922) "Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo Autumn Moon! Who can withstand the romantic tickling of silver fingertips? I don’t believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea. I can’t help but feel the jade fingers caressing me, wandering there and crying! That's it: the boring clouds and smoke, the beauty of the autumn moon, warmed the heart and cold eyes, and put on light clothes in the cold to participate in this happy marriage and funeral.
(October 6, 1922) "Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo is also in the moonlight, tonight, because we are all looking up - look at it, a plump and charming , rising from the clouds as black as a mob - looking extra bright and round. It unfolds on the road, it floats on the water, it is immersed in the water bottom where the water plants are entangled like melancholy; it stares at the battlements of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its clarity, it touches the scattered In the tomb ruins outside and inside the city, amidst the constant calls of the old birds, the old and new ghosts who want to see each other are standing close to each other like us, their eyes are shining, chewing the bone-deep coolness: the lingering silvery poetry is like The star phosphorus on the water's surface is flying in the dew-filled sky.
Listen to the chants of the four fields - the eternal humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, the darkness and darkness embrace the fire and lightning, in this quiet autumn night and the autumn fields In the vastness, the greatness of "dissolution" unfolds a baby's smile in the depths of all subtleties! (October 1930) "Autumn Dream" Dai Wangshu The distant shepherdess's sheep bell shook the light leaves. The dream of autumn is light, it is the love of a graceful shepherd girl.
So my dream came quietly, but it carried the heavy weight of the past. Oh, now, I've got some chills, some chills, and some blues.
(January 1931) "Frost Flowers" Dai Wangshu The frost flowers of September, the frost flowers of October, the pretty girl of fog, bloom to my temples. Decorated with autumn leaves, you decorated the monotonous death, the mist's charming girl, come and hairpin your beautiful flowers for me.
Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun no longer reignites the ashes of death. I quietly watch the fall of my hair, and then I welcome the autumn decorated by you.
(October 1935) "Autumn" Du Yunxie Even the pigeon whistles emit a mature tone. The summer with noisy rain showers has passed. No longer think about the severe and sweltering test, the detailed memories of dangerous swimming.
Having experienced the breaking of the ground in the spring, the distortion and injury of the young buds as they grow, these branches have also been wild under the scorching sun, and almost lost their way in the rainy night. Now, there are no floating clouds in the ordinary sky, the mountains and rivers are clear, and the vision is extremely broad; it is the season when wisdom and emotion are mature, and the river water seems to come from a deeper source.
After fermentation, the turbulent air flow turns into transparent wine in the valley; which autumn breeze is blowing? The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. The street trees also use red to hint at something, and the wheels of bicycles are shining with vitality; the long arms of tower cranes point into the distance at high altitudes, and the autumn sun scans the harvest information above.
(Autumn 1979) "Jiangnan Grass" Li Ji In the autumn when the chrysanthemums were in full bloom, I came to Jiangnan for the first time. Although I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, your beauty exceeded my imagination a thousand times.
Looking at your splendid city, the most beautiful pictures have lost their color; walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal chants seem pale.
I am ashamed of your beauty: I cannot find a single word in my vocabulary to describe you.
People say: "There is heaven above, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below." Heaven is just a fantasy that people weave in your image. I know that your magic and beauty cannot be revealed in autumn, and all I see is just a blade of grass among your thousands of miles of flowers.
But I am going back, and I am going back with this blade of grass. I'm going to take this blade of grass to the desert, I'm going to take this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I want to plant it on the Gobi Desert, and I want to say this to my fellow villagers: "Water it with our sweat, and let our great Gobi become like Jiangnan!" " (August 1957) "Autumn Song - Part 1" Guo Xiaochuan Autumn is here, the wild geese are calling; the sun in the clear sky is redder and more delicate! The ears of grain are ripe, the sound of cicadas has disappeared; life on earth is sweeter and better! The green pines on the coast are filled with wind and waves; the sweet-scented osmanthus in the south of the Yangtze River fills the avenue with fragrance. The horses on the grassland have grown fat; the green mountains in the northeast are covered with snow caps.
Oh, autumn, autumn water, autumn moon, none of them have been marked with our hard work! Oh, autumn flowers, autumn fruits, and autumn red leaves, none of them have been soaked in our sweat! The mountains of history are layer upon layer! We climbed another hundred steps up a ten-foot-high slope. The journey of the battle is endless! We have traversed thousands of hectares of desert sand and thousands of miles of snow.
Looking back, the fort is strong, the ditch is deep, and the west wind is strong. I ask: Who doesn’t caress the child with his hand and sigh? Wild fire in the wind, it will never be extinguished! There are as many dangerous passes as there are brave ranks. The fishing boat in the waves, as light as a butterfly! How big. 9. Modern poetry about autumn
1. Autumn Author: Sang Yu
I have always liked autumn,
I like its tepidness,
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I like its tranquility and meticulousness.
The autumn wind blows, the river ripples,
The yellow fallen leaves sway down one by one.
The autumn rain is falling continuously,
The colorful umbrellas form a flowing ink painting.
The fields in the countryside are very spectacular.
The long sleeves of the corn stalks are dancing in the wind.
Celebrating Good harvest this year.
The red apples are waiting eagerly on the branches.
The aunt who picked the fruit looked at the huge apples and smiled with smiles.
2. Autumn Song Author: Qingcheng Mingzi
Take a handful of coolness from the pond
Take a mellow fragrance from the orchard
Autumn is coming, singing a golden song
Coming to the city, coming to the village
There is no pride of spring breeze and willows
No fall The sadness of falling red
There is no enthusiasm like the blazing sun
There is no coldness of frost and flying snow
You sing about the difficulty and bitterness of traveling far
But there is no disappointment or sadness
You sing about the joy and satisfaction of the autumn harvest
But there is no arrogance or arrogance
Ah, facing the yellow flowers everywhere< /p>
The garden is full of cinnamon and the autumn wind
I want to sing with you
3. Autumn Author: Bamboo Viewing the Moon
The Sigh of Maple Leaf
In the embrace of two rains
Getting deeper and deeper
A late night
Bai Lu holding Luoying's arm
< p> Coming quietlyWood carvings on the cliff
Hiding under the remnants of midsummer
Kissing the waves goodbye
Wild geese flying by
There lies a river in front of the door
Blocked by time
A crippled river
The scent of pine flowers in September
Married back home by old wooden windows
4. Autumn Moon Author: Xu Zhimo
Autumn Moon!
Who can withstand silver fingertips
Romantic tickling!
If you don’t believe it, just look at the gentle waves of the sea.
It’s not like you can’t help it.
The caress of jade fingers
I’m lingering there crying. Woolen cloth!
That’s it:
The boring clouds and smoke,
The beauty of the autumn moon,
It warms the heart and the cold eyes,
I also put on light clothes in a cool manner,
to participate in this
happy marriage and funeral.
5. In the Car in Luhang Author: Xu Zhimo
Hurry! Urgent! Urgent!
A cigarette, a mountain, a few cloud shadows,
A stream of water, a bridge, the sound of an oar,
A forest of pine trees, a clump of bamboo , the red leaves are in full bloom:
The colorful fields, the colorful autumn scenery,
Dream-like clarity, blur, fading,——
Urgent, urging, urging ! Is it the wheel or the time?
It makes Qiurong grow old, and it makes her life grow old!