1. Modern poems describing autumn
Modern poems describing autumn A poem describing autumn "On the River in Autumn Evening" Liu Dabai's birds returning to their nests, even though they are naked, are still alive Carrying 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. 2. Looking for modern poems or essays about autumn wind
Autumn wind, you are the angel of this season.
Bring a touch of light mist
Dance with your own happiness with the company of red maples
With the refreshing blue sky
Yours The steps are full of comfort. The colorful leaves are floating lightly in your singing. The clear and bright lake water is rippling in your words.
There are also swaggering grass at the bottom of the river. The pebbles are swaying, singing softly to the autumn wind in the sky, the notes flying on your strings are like impatient arrows, calling all the fruits, summoning them in your smiling face
Full, rosy, with bursts of fragrance. Look, Persimmon's red face
The flying eagle has scratched a gray meteor, and the plump wheat ears are also trying hard
to call you
Autumn wind, the messenger of autumn
carries all the sweet and rich harvest on the way home. Sent to every corner by you
The breath of the autumn earth
Sent to the noses of the world by you in time with the nostalgia of the summer sunshine
Intoxicated in In your tenderness. Oh, angel of autumn, may you stay in my heart forever in this life. 3. Verses describing the autumn wind.
Verses about "autumn wind" 1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.
(Cao Cao: "Guan Cang Hai") 2. Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers bloom. (Li Qiao: "Wind") 3. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
(Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers") 4. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of the yellow flowers will decline. ("Han Yuefu? Long Song Xing") 5. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
(Du Fu: "Quatrains") 6. The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the surface of the pool that has not been polished. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting") 7. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring.
(Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Poems") 8. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. (Du Mu: "Autumn Eve") 9. When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past?
(Li Yu: "Poppy") 10. I wanted to stop talking, but I said it was a cool autumn. (Xin Qiji: "Chou Nuer·Shu Bo Mountain Road") 11. The autumn bushes look like Tao's house, and the fences are gradually sloping. (Yuan Zhen Chrysanthemums>) 10. Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook.
The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. (Li Yu's "Happy Meeting") 11. You must remember that the good times of the year are the most orange and green.
(Su Shi: "To Liu Jingwen") 12. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. (Wang Wei's: "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn").
4. Modern poems about the deep autumn wind, who has poems?
The author of the deep autumn wind: Bi Junhou
My heart is so painful that it can’t hold a single speck of dust
A dry branch slightly hides a hint of spring
Decay has taken away my green and my budding spring
The kingfisher flew away from my ugly The branches
screamed sadly across the top of my head
Cut through my sky
My throat is covered with poisonous thorns
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Black ants come in swarms
The heavy heart is full of holes like ant nests
The false coat dances in the wind
< p> My body is completely gone, let the turbid tearsThe air dries into the heat of April and the cold of September
The shadow of the kingfisher floats away little by little, floating out of my sight
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Transformed into a drop of thick ink, a lost star
That ink dropped on my bleeding heart, like a cloud of wolfsbane
The lonely autumn wind dragged I have a long tail
Wrap me tightly, I fight with freezing enthusiasm
Trying to get out of this siege
I want to sleep peacefully, looking for a shelter from the wind Place
My empty head rests on my collection of poems
If you hear the wind blowing, it is the sound of me turning the book. 5. Modern poems about autumn< /p>
Autumn
He Qifang
The dewdrops that covered the morning fell,
The tinkling sound of logging floated out of the valley.
Put down the sickle that has been fragrant with rice,
Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Casting round nets into the cold mist on the river,
Putting away the shadows of tallow leaves like green bream.
The reeds are covered with white frost,
The little oar is gently swaying as it returns to the mooring.
Autumn games on fishing boats.
The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets.
The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen rocks.
Where has the sound of the flute on the cow's back gone?
The flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night?
Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.