Lonely late autumn
Alone on the street in a foreign land
A bird with a broken wing
foolish
Listen to the sandhi wind roar.
Confused eyes
Looking forward to passers-by looking back
But in this cold day,
But I can't see a trace of tenderness.
Look at those falling leaves.
Full of emotional worries
Watch the wind leave calmly.
There is a relief in my heart.
generous
How verve.
It's nothing.
What a good "mind"
Have no regrets.
How mature.
Only indifference
There will be a noble feeling.
lose
Isn't it a harvest?
lose
Isn't this a pleasure?
lose
It's a relief.
It won't be long.
A whole new life.
Will fill this autumn
The Original Sadness of Autumn Modern Poetry 2: Autumn Colors
Wanhuangshanbian
The forest was completely stained.
only
A cool breeze all night
A few wild goose calls
Sunshine, air
Moisture and soil
Those who once pursued
It doesn't matter anymore.
Let's leave.
With a golden dream
Live in harmony with life
burning love
leave
Let everything start over.
Maybe it's just
une histoire simple
Let's leave now.
What should come will come eventually.
But still willing to remember
This wonderful life.
The original sadness of autumn Modern Poetry 3: Fairy Tales in Autumn
Yellow leaf
Write lines of poetry on the earth
Burning sorghum
Write a few lines of poetry in the field.
Goose flying south
Write a poem in the sky
autumn
So they sang to their heart's content.
Until the last yellow leaf returns to the earth.
Until the last sorghum is harvested.
Until the last goose leaves.
I want to write an autumn fairy tale.
Hide this season deep
There is also a kind of love.
Autumn is the end of time.