Modern Poetry Farewell to Autumn 1 Everything in the world has just recovered.
He is an energetic young man.
Strong muscle
A burly figure
A vigorous pace ...
However, autumn.
It's not propaganda at all.
Like a shy little girl
Blonde hair
Two reddish faces can no longer compare with the red sun in spring.
It's starting to get discouraged.
So, I left the spring silently.
But snuggling up to summer.
Although, autumn is clear in my heart
Summer is warmer than spring.
However, autumn comes with spring.
As a result, autumn began to be lonely.
Sprinkle golden tears all over the floor ...
Autumn Farewell to Modern Poetry II. I'm coming.
Not as bleak and gloomy as you think.
It's that kind of passionate nostalgia
Leave my amorous feelings behind.
With the hope of spring
Wrap Xia's bag.
Step by step towards the result
No more colorful, my flowers are floating.
I have no intention of dressing up as a former beauty.
Because I don't want to
Colorful world
Under the pen of a passionate poet
And cut it into private pieces.
The field received me with the dignity of sketching.
She uses a critical eye.
I saw the sweat in my experience.
I took it and handed my answer sheet to the times.
this evening
I fell asleep in the refreshing smell of mud.
In my dream, I put on green clothes again.
The leaves lost the last trace of green.
Walking with the wind wrapped in gold
Freedom to unload a heavy burden
Face the soil calmly.
The sunset painted me on the hillside.
The wind is blowing.
The rustling is hoarse.
When the leaves are green, I learned to be myself.
No regrets for branches.
Autumn is coming.
First frost now.
The white earth will have another colorful turning point.
There is also an intoxicating dusk in the twilight.
Modern poetry bid farewell to autumn March calendar page by page.
Quiet and cool autumn
Send away the heat of summer.
The autumn wind yellowed the grass.
The autumn wind blew away the chrysanthemum fragrance.
Autumn wind blows yellow-leafed trees like butterflies.
A light and graceful dance
The fall of light spirit
The soil of the earth is doomed to destruction.
It is their home.
Under the blue sky
I saw it. ...
The goshawk circled.
Left a trail.
The geese lined up in a line.
seek
New habitat
And to relatives far away from home.
Send greetings and greetings
Miss each other
Late autumn wind
Pull up the curtains to keep out the rain.
Accompanied by a lingering melody
Blow away the golden land.
The fragrance of osmanthus fragrans
Rich fruity aroma.
With the harvest of the earth.
Late autumn night is like a pair of scissors.
Quietly cut open the moonlight on the horizon
A soft ray of light is like clear water.
Like a girl's eyes through a screen window.
With the sadness that seems to exist.
Sprinkle it on the window.
Acacia longissima
Modern poetry bid farewell to autumn in April, and I want to say to you,
Your lofty feelings are the sustenance of my dream and soul.
The fiery maple forest is my passion to protect you.
Autumn, I want to say to you,
Your broad mind embraces everything in the world,
Happy river is my song of praise.
Autumn, I want to say to you,
Your ups and downs affect my emotions,
Snow Lotus on Tianshan Mountain is my admiration for the Holy Family.
Autumn, I want to say to you,
Golden sunshine is your grace to everything,
The heavy ears of grain bring you my deep gratitude.
Autumn, I want to say to you,
Spring flowers have gone, and autumn heart will not be lonely.
Small daisies blooming quietly by the roadside will also add luster to the earth.
Autumn, I want to say to you,
Iron, blood, tenderness, romance and elegance make people heroes.
The stars in the night sky are my persistent silent gaze at you.
Autumn, I want to say to you,
The separation of branches and leaves in the strong wind is not a farewell,
When the spring breeze brings rain, the kapok tree will still produce beautiful flowers.
Autumn, I want to say to you,
The singing geese lined up and flew south.
The beautiful Jiangnan Ying Ge Yanwu is full of spring scenery all year round.
Autumn, I want to say to you,
Autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, and maple red is covered with gold soil.
The faint Huang Juhua is also stained with my affectionate entrustment to you.
Autumn, I want to say to you,
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are the eternal alternation of four seasons.
I will wait for you quietly until the forest is completely dyed next year.
Modern poetry bid farewell to autumn 5 this autumn.
Who blindfolded me?
It makes me so tired.
Good, confused.
Autumn winds come in turns.
Words that can describe your smile
Not yet born
I can't write it down.
Your once monologue
This fall
Death and immortality are so close.
Looking at my eyes, I smell of autumn.
But I don't understand the secret of your leaving.
I'm not with you.
Will you miss it?
Remember my poem.
Miss my apology
You're not with me.
I'm completely insomnia.
Miss your bright smiling face
Miss the sweetness of your words
Missing in autumn
I picked up a maple leaf.
Write a love poem
Express your inner attachment.