Poetry of Modern Autumn 1 Tears of Autumn
Autumn tears
Inject it into my blood
Thick dark clouds
Cover my eyes.
Lost my way home.
Snuggle in the autumn wind.
I feel cold.
A string of tears fell on a delicate autumn day.
Soaked my chest.
Cold autumn rain
Farewell to summer is tears.
The chilly autumn wind is a farewell to the heat.
The ruthless wind blew the green leaves yellow.
Cold raindrops let the fruit harvest.
Say goodbye to a season.
There is still a burst of hot air in the chest.
Just like bidding farewell to youth.
Clear tears.
Cold and cool flow slowly with the wind.
Helpless and sad
In that tortuous journey
Dyed white the temples of vicissitudes of life
remember
But it is sad tears along the way.
Autumn tears
This is a nostalgia for summer.
Still confused about winter?
My heart is still burning with passion.
With the harvest in autumn
To welcome the snow that winter.
This autumn poem 2 combs the frost flowers in the sunset.
There are yellow leaves everywhere.
No matter how long the tears flow, they can't stop traveling.
No matter how hot your mind is, you can't resist the coolness of autumn.
Zaipoma
The autumn wind is endless.
I am another vastness.
A pot of sake is drunk at dusk.
Sing it again and again.
Sing it down your throat and spit out your guts.
A dark cloud stole my soul.
It began to snow halfway up the mountain, and it was cold to my heart.
Rice bowl plate
They live in my kitchen.
Are dwarfs in the fairy tale world of lovers.
After marriage, they took care of my simple life.
Now, I am in their barren hearts
It is the most beautiful taste to leave your lover on the tip of your tongue.
Thank them again and again.
Poetry 3 this autumn is not for missing.
Late autumn season
Put on more clothes, it's not warm.
Hiding alone in Yili wine
Small two dizzy, sophomore dizzy, unconscious.
The wind blew in the middle of the night and rolled into a ball.
Mouth muttered:
It's so cold that my wife will cover me with a dress.
dead leaves
It's too old.
Huanghuangqu
The wind rustled by the door.
Nobody will accept it.
No one knows its heart.
What a green spring!
Meet a beautiful person
No one understands that this is a real leaf.
Wandering soul
Wake up from the smoke
Shake off the ghost
I think I am a person's shadow.
There is a hole to be filled.
In September, you can't eat delicious fireworks.
Only days full of hunger
When approaching Amb Lee.
Frozen into an insurmountable Tianshan mountain
Modern Poetry in Autumn 4 Bright Autumn
In the bright autumn, the wind blows away from strangers.
At that time, the chrysanthemum smiled, and the hibiscus became red, a colorful Qiu Guang.
Autumn scenery is sultry all over the mountain. The red maple is like fire, and the forest is dyed.
Cinnamon smells all over the city. Sweet, round and full.
Walking slowly in the clean sunshine, my heart is soft.
The sky is blue, like a beautiful oil painting.
Occasionally, clouds drift by, like white and soft silks and satins.
The scenery is pleasant and beautiful, and the soul is ethereal and gentle.
Clap your hands and sing, and your heart is full of joy.
Listen to some melodious and euphemistic classical music in the afternoon and slowly enter your heart.
It seems that there are passionate fireworks blooming slowly, quiet and romantic.
At dusk, looking up at the bright moon, there is a breeze between the sleeves.
Neons in the distance is flashing, and the nearby lights are dim.
Modern autumn poems and autumn thoughts
Get drunk in autumn and meditate in winter.
In one overlapping day after another.
On the irreversible journey of life
We learned to think and be strong.
There is a sense of tranquility and nostalgia.
Slowly and subtly melt the sadness.
Under the drizzling eaves
A cup of green tea is poetic.
In sunny Qiu Li, you can't see through.
Covered with brilliant, quiet and dreamy prosperity.
One night, I was drunk and ashamed of my beauty.
The curtain rolls the bright moon away.
Autumn is like a gentle and intellectual woman.
conduct oneself
Always inadvertently reveal the desire to talk.
Autumn is the most nostalgic moment in life.
Always trying to keep it.
In that costume dance, you always try your best.
After the gorgeous bloom, it adds a bit of sadness.
It is precisely because of the beauty of autumn.
Make the sky higher.
The fish in the river are like floating clouds.
Stroll in the quiet and picturesque countryside
Ripe fruit smells good.
Like an ecstatic song.
Inadvertently, I have forgotten the world.
The children running in the field shed joy all the way.
Tread barefoot on the velvet grass.
And trampled on my heart.
Smoke goes straight into the Liao king, and the sunset is red and autumn.
Into a charming landscape.
Autumn at dusk
It makes people feel dizzy for no reason.
A golden dress is like a feast in heaven.
And there are too many attachments in the afterglow.
When the acacia moon hangs high.
Through the gap between willow branches and vines
It always makes people wonder about the thoughts of this late autumn.
Is it getting sweet?
In this pleasant autumn fragrance
In this quiet autumn.
In the fragrance of late autumn
Life there is intoxicating.
The fragrance of blooming.
Enough to make the mind in all the passage.
Find a place to rest in the unbearable sadness.
Love or hate.
Can make the right and wrong of the past
Wandering freely in the long river of time
Never think about it again.
Modern Poetry in Autumn 6 The Taste of Autumn
Sitting alone in early autumn, watching the clear sky.
The wind is like a swing for years.
Shake off the past
Shake that road after prosperity.
Autumn is ripe and happy.
Such as an aunt who buys fruits and vegetables.
The punchline line is piled up layer by layer, and my mouth is trembling.
The smell is overflowing.
The branches and leaves are still lush and the roots are deep.
The heart can't hide, and the cicada is eager.
The next few years are unknown.
Will send away an autumn.
Pick up the fluttering butterfly language and cover up a sadness.
Leave a feeling of leisure, in the wind
Those free and easy, thorough and thick beauty.
Will quietly step into the painting.
Of course, what is left behind is also a beauty that must be replaced.
Today, I am interested in the beauty of these disturbances.
Noisy beauty is no longer indifferent.
A harvest season, a full season.
Pick up a blank sheet of paper
Apply a season's fragrance
Like an intriguing idle cloud, its posture is leisurely.
Nature without any modification.
Modern Poetry in Autumn: Chrysanthemum in September
Chrysanthemums bloom, reflecting the loneliness of autumn.
Bloom in the moonlight.
Open in the lover's cemetery
In my mother's silver hair
Open in a tear in the corner of my eye
Condense into eternity
Another scenery in Ma Po.
The street full of rape flowers looks very narrow.
There are several passers-by in a hurry.
On sunny days, the plowmen are dizzy.
My wife's autumn colors are getting better every year.
God's eyes were long and he saw Ma Po.
Good weather, a piece of cake
Whose drunken woman is dangling from the window?
The stars in the sky peep at the world.
She stretched out her hand to block the past:
It's really cold
Modern Poetry in Autumn 8 My Autumn
Walking alone on the streets in autumn,
Hold up a paper umbrella,
Walking at the end of fainting,
Autumn wind rolls up dead leaves,
One piece, one piece, another piece,
Slowly spread out the street,
This made me stop to meditate.
Rain is falling all, how do you become ignorant!
With the beating of autumn wind,
Drop by drop, drop by drop, drop by drop,
Look at the autumn leaves, full of holes.
How I sympathize with you!
Why is your confusion not my confusion?
Why is your helplessness not my helplessness?
You and I share joys and sorrows!
A aimless life!
Maybe you are lucky, too,
And I, what is waiting for me?
What is the ending?
Maybe you are lucky!
I'm walking in a dark street,
Cheeks can't tell whether it's tears or rain, so move on.
Looking back, it was a mess. Looking to the future,
I don't have the courage to move on,
At sunset,
Endless black swept in like death.
At the end of the street, I got lost!
Autumn Complex in Modern Autumn Poetry
( 1)
On the wedding day of the red maple leaf
Rice will hook its head.
Embrace your heart sweetly.
Only when no one is around.
Tell the wind quietly.
The pace is getting closer every day.
Golden kiss of rice.
A dark-skinned plowman
Hold firmly
The creaking cow pulls the handlebar towards autumn.
Run over and be elated.
Just like when my father picked up my mother.
Pass by someone's house
(2)
From home to Tiantou
Measure the distance in autumn with your feet.
Polishing sickle
Shine on this day
The sun rises in September.
Listen to the fragile autumn.
A bowl of cool old well water
No matter how depressed the plowman is, he is happy.
After all, it is a harvest!
(3)
Rice is in the distance.
The heart of rice straw
I left at once.
Get together by the dozen
We must keep fit in time.
Find a good nest
Then warm winter.
a spatter of rain
A simple step
Wet and heavy.
Let's find a venue.
The base enters the height of autumn.
For the increasingly bleak fields
Light a lamp
When spring comes, a piece of new green will sprout.
Modern Poetry in Autumn 10 The unconstrained style in autumn/Dancing with the wind
( 1)
There are no railings. not have
Border. Not a single painting.
Can be filled with condensed frost
(2)
Moonlight is the shadow of water.
Water is a pair of white wings.
The weight of the whole sky
I can't bend a feather
A feather hatched.
The light in your palm
(3)
Silence or noise
Not far from the empty city.
Can't stand the wind. Can't stand the dust.
The cloud coughed gently.
The wind will get old.
Time is sitting.
The appearance of the mountain