Modern poetry praising migrant workers

I haven't written a poem for a long time. Try it. I forgot the sixth song. Poetry is not used to please girls, but to make people around you happy.

Xia Hou

( 1)

The autumn wind beat the golden leaves.

Like a golden boat.

Leave the gentleness and rudeness of summer

Bring a warm dream of autumn

(2)

A year's wind has dissipated.

The rings of the years have broken the moonlight into pool water.

Struggle in despair

Fight in difficulties

Turn your own jade-like white into a little fragrance.

Ginkgo leaf

The cold wind reaps the vast territory.

I have gained a year's sweat and a warm dream.

(3)

Separate branches and leaves

Always towards

The center of the earth drops, as if there is a sun somewhere.

There is a bright and ending he pursues.

My eyes

But always look into the distance

A smoky place.

There is always an empty bowl for me on the seat.

As if waiting for a distant visitor.

I am very satisfied with my meal.

Laugh at the joy and harvest of the year.

but

why

My eyes

I saw it, too.

Was taken away by colchicine

Xiahe's first dream

Who did she dream about?

A down-to-earth person

Looking forward to kissing her fragrance

Loving her stupid dream

but

autumn

It's gone

It's winter now.

In winter,

Where can I find it?

Xiahe's first dream

The whispers of buttonwood trees

Everything drifted away in the cold wind.

Slowly disperse

You can connect them together, but it looks better when you look at them separately.