It started with a tree.
Speak accurately
Start with the clothes on the tree.
cicada
Keep screaming
The blue dress is just
Gone with the Wind
The bottom of the clothes is empty.
After people were asked to leave the hospital bed one after another
I began to doubt myself at night.
Does it really exist?
luckily
I turned on some lights.
at a distance
Let the eyes arrive again and again.
The night is nearby.
My eyes saved it again and again.
◎ The eye is a pair of scissors.
This autumn is destined to be related to the eyes.
Destined to have something to do with a pair of scissors
This pair of scissors was not scissors not long ago.
Still smiling at the flowers and warming the sun.
All this is because of a pomegranate.
Because a pomegranate is wrapped in the sweet water of a tree.
I lost it.
Scissors were created by autumn wind.
As soon as I came out, I reached into the clouds and broke the rain.
Point to the forest and it will turn into pieces.
I can't stop my eyes at night
Open it once
Just cut your sleep into pieces once.
And in the daytime, I have escaped.
Only the road is waiting for the eyes.
Cut it into pieces.
A needle in memory
Trying to stay intact
When the eyes clamp its waist.
It dare not shout.
Only the sound is buried in the meat.
A drop of liquid loomed in the eye.
There is a key word missing this autumn.
left hand
Stand with Qiu.
Modern Poetry in Autumn Night 2 The Last Sunset
A wisp of blood
The hedge fell into deep loneliness.
Late at night
Measure inch by inch.
Footprints in memory
Your voice.
How vague it is
Dispersed into seasonal monologues
heart
Start flying
Trembling into a flower melody
Turn gankun around.
Lose oneself
Mid-autumn night
Got caught in the rain.
Chang 'e is ill.
But found
What a cold autumn day.
And your shoulder.
But only in my heart
No flowers.
Liang Zhu's wings have nowhere to live.
Only the red leaves are fluttering.
There is blood everywhere.
Close your eyes.
Read your poem with your heart.
In the moonlight
Xiaoxiang flute is coming.
Vaguely
hear
That won't be the cry of the wind.
Such a sound
It stung my eyesight deeply.
I can't see clearly.
Blue is in your world
How boundless.
Like an ocean of cold bones
I tried my best.
I can't find the coast.
cannot find
Your warm and powerful arms
The night is too thick.
What can float when sleeping?
Let your thoughts
Cover your voice.
Wandering in the autumn night
The modern poem Autumn Night 3 revolves around the long river bank.
Looking for the footprints we walked together.
The moon is hidden in the clouds.
I keep you in my heart.
The long river banks are getting shorter and shorter.
With you by my side, it's getting closer and closer.
When the breeze blows
Your breath is all the way.
The moon hidden in the sky
It is said that you can send lovesickness thousands of miles away.
It's just that I dare not look at the stars all over the sky.
Shout out your name.
On the fifteenth day, the moon is sixteen laps.
Dear people
I can sleep with you tonight.
Where shall I put you tomorrow?
Autumn Night Modern Poetry 4 Autumn Night 1
Quiet lake
Charming moonlight
You and I ride in the middle.
The air is sweet.
It smells of earth.
Qiu Chan also stopped singing.
Seems to be eavesdropping on our whispers on purpose.
Too close.
Smell your sweet breath again
I can't see clearly.
Just listening to your whispers.
I like this lakeside path.
Let's walk slowly
No end
Go on like this forever.
Autumn night 2
The calm lake is sparkling.
Like a giant silver mirror.
Charming autumn colors
A bright moon reflected in the water.
We rode bicycles along the path by the lake.
The air is sweet.
It smells of earth.
Wutongshushang
Qiu Chan, who was in high spirits yesterday, stopped singing.
Seems to be eavesdropping on our whispers on purpose.
Slowly approaching you, too close.
Smell your sweet breath again
I can't see your face clearly in the dark.
I only heard you whisper.
My tired heart
Take a break in your arms.
Quiet and comfortable as the sea.
I like this lakeside path.
Night covered the road.
Only our hearts can clearly know the direction.
Take your hand and walk slowly.
No end
On such a charming night
go slow
until the end of time
Modern Poetry of Autumn Night 5 This is an autumn night, belonging to a quiet autumn night.
When the glitz of the day is exhausted, when the footsteps stop running forward.
I retreated to a man's castle and stood still again.
Flowers bloom in spring, and I am lush in summer.
Now I have set foot on autumn.
Understand in the forbearance and silence of autumn
-I fought with myself all my life, and I didn't win or lose.
I am intoxicated in the fictional world of words.
In the Garden of Eden of Spirit
Build a poetic castle and sip moonlight and loneliness.
Take off your baggage and put on new shackles.
But I can't find myself. A child who lost himself.
How pathetic
Nobody told me.
Is the end of that road the other side of the dream?
Is there really a house facing the sea in spring?
Nobody. Nobody told me. Perhaps this is the mystery and charm of life.
But I still dare not stop.
Still dare not. Because spring is always in front of the road.
And I will always be a child who loves to run.
Go to life and spring, even if the future is full of thorns.
Autumn Night Modern Poetry 6 The chilly autumn wind messed up my black hair.
The bleak flute in the distance came to my ears,
The rustling wind and rustling leaves cover the whole world.
On this lonely night, my heart is also sad.
Look at the sky,
The moonlight is so bright,
The sky is so clear,
My tears
But like a broken bead,
Fall with a rustling sound.
Thinking to myself,
Wild flowers try to bloom their posture,
Why doesn't anyone appreciate it?
And the precious peony can make people admire?
Although it is only a small flower,
Also has its own charm,
It's just a weed,
And amazing perseverance.
Why?
Why does failure always patronize me?
Why do people always cheat in exams?
Why am I only one point away from success?
There is no solution, so we must
The cold autumn wind took away my doubts,
Let it drift away. ...
When I went to Qiu Lai in summer, the temperature dropped rapidly, and my fiery heart calmed down a lot.
Autumn is the harvest season. Look at the golden ocean, rice bent with laughter and persimmons in Huang Chengcheng.
Autumn is the season of love. Look at the crimson maple leaf, dyed red by deep love, and the yellowed diary.
Autumn is the season of missing. Look at the fallen leaves, the reluctant memories and the broken silk.
Autumn is the season for poets. Look at the poem in that article, it is the poet's infinite feelings, and the love and affection recorded on that page.
Night, deep. Sitting alone in front of the window, listening to the autumn wind blowing slowly outside the window, occasionally coming face to face, it is a kind of coolness, from head to toe. Looking at the cold moonlight shining in an unprecedented way, falling in the yard, with the fallen leaves, broken into pieces of silver light, just like Chang 'e's broken heart in the cold palace.
A neighbor's woman, who is only in her forties, is petite and capable, weak and strong, which is the deepest influence she left behind. Although we are neighbors, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and we are busy with our lives on weekdays. A few days ago, just a few days ago, I heard that she ran away, some said she was missing, and some even said she was dead. In the next two days, I heard that she did die. She left home at four o'clock in the morning of National Day and threw herself into the river.
Sometimes, news is better than no news. I didn't know why she committed suicide until later. She has found out the middle and late stage of lung cancer, and her husband's body has not left the medicine for a long time. It was she who supported this family, gave it the only sunshine, gave it the only warmth and hope, and gave her husband and children the reason and confidence to live!
She gave up treatment and chose the end of her life decisively and calmly. Her decisions and actions deeply shocked the mind of consciousness, just like the maple leaves falling in the autumn wind, silently, but also evoked infinite thoughts.
Her departure seemed heartless but affectionate. Her choice is that she loves this family, her husband and her children, just like leaves in autumn, which fall to the ground and turn into dirt.
It is often said that it is easier for the dead than for the living. But who knows it's hard to die? It is not just a kind of courage, but the love in my heart, the selfless love, the fearless love and the love for life.
Night, deeper. I don't know when it began to rain outside the window, but it dripped on the glass window and made a crisp sound. Is it the whining in autumn night? Is it a sad note written by the poet? Or the silent cry of losing loved ones?
Rain occasionally leaks into the window. The wet spots in the diary can't tell whether it is rain or tears.
Cherish it, the living. Life is like autumn, bearing hope and loss; Carrying love, but also carrying thoughts; It carries joy and sadness.
August wind of modern poetry in autumn night
Rain in September
I got wet in the past
Doing history.
Sitting in front of a computer screen
Feel high/fluctuating.
Fill sb.' s mind with countless ideas and ideas
Whose show cultivated the trivial things in the world of mortals?
Although the night is deep.
Whose light shines deep in the wilderness?
I am ecstatic.
Looking for the source of happiness
Go to the seaside to see the stormy waves.
ship
Listen to the whispers of seagulls.
Wang Haiyan danced wildly.
Pick up a shell and meditate for your eyes.
My idea just happened.
Enjoy the kiss of the sea breeze
Feel the warmth and coldness of the world
lenient
Side by side
Love what I love
Think what I think.
My heart beats in the long night.
Who says the desert is barren?
I don't think so.
Walking alone in the vast battlefield.
Let the passion show.
Slow down
Lost dream
The feeling of missing
Abandoned years
The past haunts us.
Uncontrollable tears flowed down the cheeks and directly to one end of the jaw.
Whatever.
Let it flow
Let it develop naturally.
There is no need to hide the source of the tears hanging on the cheeks.
freedom
According to my guess, this is a lie between lovers.
When can desert wasteland become oasis and mulberry field?
Grass and small tree stems struggling in the sand
How eager to get water resources
I walked alone on the beach.
The monologue reflects my yearning.
Dancing solo in my life
Pour out all kinds of love
There are joys and sorrows.
There are infinite joys and sorrows.
Is it beautiful and enjoyable?
Punch holes between words
Explain the memory of testimony.
Weave a beautiful life
In spring, it makes flowers more beautiful and colorful.
In autumn, it paints the red maple as a colorful cloud on the horizon.
It explains the freedom and openness of summer.
Beautify winter snow and wintersweet.
This is the power of words.
Embrace everything and Fuwa
No one can live without it.
Because the words stored in my dictionary are poorly expressive.
It is impossible to outline all the prosperity and others in the world.
So, if you edit this article at will, I hope you can give me more valuable opinions and suggestions.
Raindrops are here. I really appreciate it．
End of movement
No matter in real life.
Or in the online world
We should all be honest with each other.
true friendship
Peace * * *
Such friendship can last for a long time.
Arrogance is absolutely unacceptable
Keep your feet on the ground and move forward with each other.
Treat life generously.
Not satisfied with external interests
Don't grieve for yourself.
Give full play to your positive energy.
Wandering in the corridor of life
Love my motherland and my family.
Love yourself and bless him (her)
We have a home.
Qi Xin joined hands to build.
Modern Poetry on Autumn Night 9 Interpretation of Autumn Night Style (four chapters)
Shen Xueyin
Huai army belongs to autumn night.
Shan Ye was silent and fell asleep. The birds have already gone home in the forest, only the faint sound of horses eating night grass in the distance.
It was a quiet autumn night, with a cool breeze blowing gently. The distant mountains are dark, the empty valleys are quiet, the spring water whimpers, and the autumn insects sing.
On the mountainside, when is there light, if it is bright, if it is dark. A path leading to the mountain and the foot of the mountain, extending from the sole of the foot to both sides at will;
The fallen petal that can be seen everywhere exudes a yellow and humid smell in the almost declining flowers and plants, and occasionally a faint floral fragrance drifts with the breeze in the forest;
A few withered branches in Gu Teng are still eagerly wrapped around rows of old trees. The verdant promenade, which blocks the sun, is not so prosperous and lush, but it is somewhat sad, quiet and profound. ...
This is a quiet place where you can miss your husband very much.
This is a quiet place where you can recall the past.
……
The autumn night is long. The long autumn night.
My friend, you know, "when we broke up a year ago, how old our temples have become!" " And "should I be worried about seeing you this morning?"
Take a walk and sing for cool weather.
Autumn, the evening suddenly cool, quietly. The night wind blows, which makes people feel amazing that "the wind blows a leaf and everything is cool in autumn".
In autumn, there should be a quiet and far-reaching realm.
Autumn night is a collection of poems of four seasons.
……
Not far away, some autumn leaves are falling from the autumn wind. Pick one up and put it in the palm of your hand, let her sleep peacefully!
Autumn night is emotional;
Autumn wind can be acacia;
Autumn rain, talk;
Autumn can be missed;
……
Walking alone on the path, wandering alone, talking to himself. In this way-
Read the moon on the treetops, the stars on the moon are sparse, the moon hangs in the sky, and the moon sends thousands of miles;
Read an emotional autumn night;
Reading can miss your autumn wind;
Read autumn rain with conversation;
Read the autumn colors you can miss;
read ...
I hear a mountain pine-cone fall
The mountain is empty and the valley is still.
Last night, it was a season of delicacies, melons and fruits everywhere, fragrance of Qiu Lan and golden yellow flowers. Overnight, the fruit and joy are gone? Where are the mature mountains and pine nuts?
After the cool autumn, is there really only "two rows of slanting geese in the sky, and the scenery in late autumn is bleak"?
……
No, my friend is wearing a hat and hemp fiber, fishing for fresh fish, shrimp and fat crabs along a river alone; Or in the valley, birds sing far away from people by the river, pick chrysanthemums in the moonlight and brew honey.
Look at the shadows, the river is red.
I walked around in the sky to get it out. It was just a cool autumn!
……
Birds are singing in the empty mountains, the flowers are long, the moonlight is faint, and it is quiet and natural.
Walking through the path is another timely peach blossom garden!
You shouldn't sleep.
The autumn night is long and sleepless.
The autumn wind blew away the two glory-seeking trees, Peach Blossom and Li Bai, and the leaves rustled.
Autumn wind brings beautiful scenery, clear river water and lake light;
……
What the autumn wind can't blow away is the imagination of distant mountains and the nostalgia for water.
Friends who live in seclusion in the mountains and concentrate on the river, can you walk alone in Panasonic or wander alone in the silent autumn night at this time? Still not asleep?
By moonlight, I see that you are still "we bow, we hold our glasses, and we focus our attention on beautiful poems";
Through the trees, I see that you are still "imitating the immortal couple, blowing the breeze and making mountain shadows";
Through the river wind, I see that you are still "at midnight, I think of a city gate in the north, and I hear the bell ringing between me and sleep";
Through the empty mountain, I see that you are still "asking for a glass of wine to cheer him through the storm at dusk";
……
When can I sing with you again on this cool autumn night?
I vaguely heard the answer "Because of your promise, I watched the full moon come and go in my west building". From the night wind ...
Along the path paved with fallen leaves, a leisurely figure came along!
Modern Poetry in Autumn Night 10 Quiet and windless late autumn
Cold and warm together.
Run to my skirt
A thin body
Blown away by the wind
Stay away from your lover's branches like ginkgo leaves.
A drizzly night
The wind is approaching.
The Last Autumn in Northwest China
Is the sworn enemy of sunshine.
Don't remember the poor rich.
Don't cater to a big lunch.
I just like a coarse cloth and plain clothes.
Love the autumn breeze and the lingering moon
A drizzly evening.
I also like to write alone in late autumn nights.
Stop pursuing the fairness of the world.
No longer blindly pursue the only thing in life
No longer miss the past
Don't look forward to the future
I just want to be here now.
I only think about this moment.
late autumn
Meditate at night
It's a playground for one person.
And the distant stars in the future.
Twinkling on the edge of my dream.
Arouse the ding-dong of an old friend
I'm not afraid anymore.
Fear of all forms of invisible cold.
Or works of wind, rain and snow.
I'm just an outsider
Unscramble the profound meaning of autumn