Modern short poems in autumn

In normal study, work or life, everyone will inevitably touch or use poetry, and poetry can naturally make people moved by language. Then the question is, what kind of poetry is classic? The following is a modern short poem about autumn that I arranged for you. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.

Modern Short Poems in Autumn 1 Akita

Continuous autumn rain

The theme of wet autumn

A looted field

Leaving only a piece of meditation in the moonlight

The land dried up.

Tian Zige is like a pupil.

It is full of rocks, water and soil.

It was crowded with people, cars, cows and plows.

On the hillside

A woman who picks autumn fruits.

Singing a little song of love

The out-of-tune half

Throw it across the river.

The view on the other side is blurred.

Everything is picturesque.

I just caught a slug when I was a child.

Not swept away by the autumn wind

Did not get wet by the autumn rain.

Modern short poems in autumn 2 If this is autumn.

Chen zheye

Once, we were maple leaves floating from heaven.

Once, we were running footprints,

But the race ended the day we were born.

Tighten the faucet at the root of the tree,

Those streams that flow to Polaris convey our goodwill.

He lay in the grave,

He didn't die of illness and aging,

But because of the dryness.

An expressionless emotion lingers in the rain,

As soon as I looked up, my face dripped down.

When it's all over, there are only a pair of gray wings left in the sky.

The song is presented as a result,

We use mushrooms' ears to explore their tones.

If this is autumn,

Everyone should release those colorful prisoners.

Modern short poems in autumn have three leaves falling.

Autumn is coming, autumn is coming,

The branches are shaking and the leaves are fluttering.

Red leaves float, yellow leaves float,

Like petals falling.

Pick up a yellow leaf,

Sew a coat for the doll;

Pick up two yellow leaves,

Sewing gloves for dolls;

Pick up three more red leaves,

Sew a little red riding hood for the doll!

Modern Short Poems in Autumn 4 Autumn

Fell in a rice field—

The fields are yellow and the ears of rice are bent;

Autumn in the cotton field—

The field is white and the cotton fruit opens its mouth;

Fall in the vegetable field—

The fields are green, and the vegetables are dressed in green.

The autumn rain flowed and moistened the earth.

Wiped the blue sky, washed the white clouds and watered people's smiling faces.

Autumn Modern Short Poem 5 Autumn Wind

Autumn wind, are you red?

Look, you have dyed so many sorghum into red flames.

Autumn wind, are you yellow?

Look, you have dyed countless ears of wheat golden.

Autumn wind, are you white?

Look, you dyed the cotton ball as white and dazzling as snowflakes.

Oh, autumn wind! You must have an invisible colored marker;

Otherwise, how can you make the whole leaf so gorgeous and brilliant?

Short modern poetry floats in autumn with six leaves.

Autumn is coming, autumn is coming,

The branches are shaking and the leaves are fluttering.

Red leaves float, yellow leaves float,

Like petals falling.

Pick up a yellow leaf,

Sew a coat for the doll;

Pick up two yellow leaves,

Sewing gloves for dolls;

Pick up three more red leaves,

Sew a little red riding hood for the doll!

Modern short poems in autumn 7 fallen leaves

It's windy and cold,

Blow away the leaves one by one,

It's like a telegram,

Drive swallows back to the south.

Like a boat,

Send winter food to ants.

Swallows and ants sing in unison:

Thank you, kind teacher Qiu.

Autumn's Short Modern Poetry 8 Maple Leaves

Maple leaf, maple leaf,

Let me ask you something,

Your little palm,

Why is it so red?

Bang bang bang,

Welcome miss Qiu,

Clap your hands and turn red.

Modern Short Poems in Autumn Nine Colors in Autumn

Xiaomi said, "Autumn is yellow."

Sorghum said, "Autumn is red."

Cotton said, "Autumn is white."

The pine tree said, "Autumn is green."

The land says, "Autumn is colorful."

Modern short poems in autumn 10 autumn letter

In autumn, I will write to you.

Use leaves as writing paper and ask Feng to be the postman.

Lazy postman, wherever he goes,

Throw away the letter,

Some letters fell on the squirrel's head,

Some letters were left beside the frog.

The goose on the road also took a page home.

In the pond, on the grass,

Autumn letters are everywhere.

Modern short poems in autumn 1 1 autumn

Where is autumn,

It's fall here.

Sorghum blushed,

Rice smiled and bent down,

There are persimmons on the branches,

Grapes hang on the shelf.

Short modern poems in autumn 12 fallen leaves

As soon as the leaves fall, autumn will leave soon.

Fallen leaves are the invitation of winter.

As soon as the leaves fell, the sun dimmed.

Fallen leaves are tea leaves soaked in the sun.

As soon as the leaves fall, snow will come.

Fallen leaves are the cousins of snowflakes.

Time to go, time to go,

The difference is that,

Quiet, quiet,

The writing of this article,

In the future,

The welcome of welcome.

Modern short poems in autumn 13 Autumn is singing.

Listening to the songs of autumn,

Charming melody cuts through the melancholy of summer,

The brisk tone dyed green into gold.

Hard-working plowman, with a hoe,

Immersed in the harvest music.

Autumn is singing, a year's harvest,

Infinite dreams, in songs,

Sowed deep hope.

Modern Short Poems in Autumn 14 Missing in Autumn

The sunshine becomes gentle and cold,

On a leaf,

Turn enemies into friends with the autumn wind.

Appreciate each other,

It can't be green,

Can't warm up,

Silent autumn wind,

Trembling to open the autumn letter,

It immediately warmed rehmannia glutinosa,

Go home, go home,

Leaves are just migratory birds in autumn,

The wind, tell a tree like this.

It's fall here.

Little leaves, floating and floating,

Floating in the air like a bird.

Little leaves, floating and floating,

Floating on the ground to sleep.

Modern short poems in autumn 15 colors of autumn wind

What color is autumn wind?

Sorghum said it was red,

Xiaomi said it was yellow,

The pod says it is brown. ...

The child coming down from the mountain said:

This is all wrong.

The autumn wind is colorful.

Don't believe me, look at my basket. ...

Autumn short modern poetry 16 autumn leaves the window.

In the Woods,

There are fallen leaves,

Some are red, some are yellow,

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up.

Make a collage, make a bird,

Tie it into a butterfly ...

Ah, I picked up the shadow of autumn,

Put it in my window.

Modern short poems in autumn 17 autumn

This is a harvest season

Everyone is smiling.

He did it.

Pick it up carefully

Leaf after leaf

Every heart-shaped leaf

There is a beautiful story.

Form dense lines

Looking forward to a lover to care for.

It wants to find happiness.

Not afraid of being lonely all the way.

It wants to seek freedom.

Let the wind take it away.

but

The wind has its own direction.

Blow off the leaves

No longer look back

He picked up the leaves one by one.

Every piece of work is carefully cared for.

Who knows this autumn

His whole heart.

How much are you hiding?

Modern Short Poems in Autumn 18 Rivers in Autumn

Author: drowning fish fossils

The long river of autumn leaves.

Qian shan wan mu feng he

Your moon is high and there is no footsteps.

The dew began to rise.

You have my sailboat passing by in your palm print.

Homesick migratory birds are in a hurry.

Sweep my village

Smoke spiraled up from the kitchen chimney.

I began to miss the crowd.

Miss everyone's hug

Longing for every ray of sunshine.

Give me warm greetings.

I stand in a sea of people.

Thin into a shallow, dark and swift river.

There is your melancholy blue in the jumping waves.

There is warm running in the lonely scenery.

Am I never the scenery you need?

The mighty autumn river

When you burst the bank,

Is it the gap in the wind or the gap in my mind?

In the bleak leaves or

Behind your back

You tell me.

I'm afraid when I'm cut off

I can't go to see the sea with you anymore.

Rivers in autumn

A river on the cliff

Hang high

Whose treetop is it?

Modern short poems in autumn 19 daydreams about autumn

Bamboo seed

When standing at the window in hot summer,

I started daydreaming about autumn as scheduled.

In autumn, it used to be

This is a chaotic season.

I haven't put my hand out yet.

It wraps my whole body.

Xia Feng blew away autumn.

Dragging a sleepy curtain

Footprints sneak into my dream box.

A smile stayed quietly on my cheek.

Winter has passed and spring is still cold.

Summer and autumn are different, lofty.

I began to fantasize about autumn.

I missed it. The maple leaves are as red as Chardonnay.

Miss its golden rice fields.

Think about its deep accumulation after summer.

Think of it as a dream in its heyday.

Fallen leaves make it elegant and noble.

Fallen leaves make it meditate and crawl.

It turns out that autumn

This makes me think a lot

expensive

I have a soft spot for it.

Yi nian nian

If you long for it and don't leave.

Are the four seasons the same as autumn?

Modern Short Poems in Autumn 20 Qiu Meng

Author/Dai Wangshu

The shepherd's bell in the distance,

Shake off the light leaves.

Qiu Meng is light,

This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.

So my dream came quietly,

But it carries a heavy past.

Oh, now, I'm a little cold,

Some are cold, and some are melancholy.

Modern Short Poems in Autumn 2 1 Autumn Morning

Author/Yu Yuyu

Goodbye, starry night,

I've suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,

You stepped on my back,

Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!

At this last moment, I opened my eyes.

Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.

Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,

Until you cry with joy!

Modern Short Poems in Autumn 22 The Secret of Autumn

That autumn

Because of your appearance.

Gently peel my eggplant wound.

It's unbearable to fall over.

We can finally bury the past.

With your heart, stick to your heat.

Feel the red invitation and sweet secret of autumn.

I am very happy in this autumn.

With you, I can be wonderful again.

I'm glad you are gentle and beautiful.

Let me walk out of the depression of life and have a look.

The beauty of sunshine and autumn

Your appearance is like a rainbow after the rain.

With you, I abandoned loneliness.

A day with you, no matter how bitter it is, is a day with love.

I really want to go on like this with you.

I really want to hold your hand and hug you tightly.

I really want to get married with you. Take Qi Mei as an example.

I miss you so much, become a butterfly and fly with me.

You said: The scar in my heart will never heal.

Melancholy, hesitation, and nostalgia for yesterday's yellow flowers

In fact, I know that scar is engraved in my heart.

Stroll along the country road

I put your hand in my heart.

On the roadside, I looked at the blushing sorghum stupidly.

Whispering, you are the only one in my life.

In this way, hold your hand to the four seasons.

Is it fate or secret to meet you in autumn?

Since we are holding hands, we will not give up easily.

There is no reason to separate, only the acquiescence of autumn maturity.

I know, losing you.

My life is winter, cruel and cold.

You smiled and showed me a pair of magpies in the tree.

I see the meaning of never leaving you in my heart.

Autumn modern short poem 23 frost flowers

Author/Dai Wangshu

September frost flowers,

Frost flowers in October,

The charming girl in the fog,

Drive to my temple.

Decorate with autumn leaves,

You decorated the monotonous death,

The charming girl in the fog,

Come and don't wear your plain flowers for me.

Do you still have tears of pearls?

The sun has not been rekindled.

I watched my temple fall apart,

So I welcome the autumn you decorated.

Modern Short Poems in Autumn 24 Autumn, Falling Flowers

I dreamed of incense last night.

The chrysanthemums in my hometown are blooming brilliantly.

This morning, everything was desolate.

The autumn wind is cold and bleak.

Autumn with light clouds and clear winds

The sky is empty and silent.

A little wind blew.

Light clouds turn into wisps of thoughts and float into the bottom of my heart.

Take a walk by the green mountains and waters in the morning.

The big branches and flowers by the lake have fallen again.

Falling flowers and dancing

Circle the melody of flowers

Slowly, quietly

Fall into my hands.

Residual fragrance

Gently lingering in your fingers.

The brilliant breath of the past summer

Spin out your last glory in this falling flower dancing.

I didn't expect that.

A light rain scattered this beautiful picture of falling flowers and dancing lightly.

Autumn finally filled the city.

Watching this fallen flower fall with the wind

My mood is like drifting in this wind with sadness, and I don't know when it will start.

Is it pity for this fallen flower?

Or sigh that your destiny will be like it?

At this point, the heart is calm.

There is not a ripple in the heart lake.

Falling into the eye is falling into the heart and becoming a beautiful wound.

When the wind stops raining.

This morning has passed.

Took away all the prosperity of summer.

At this time of the season

Suddenly become so lonely

The flowers fell asleep in the arms of Mother Earth.

The voice came and sighed.

Is it the helplessness she knew in her dream?

Small, it is already the season when flowers bloom and leaves fall.

Modern Short Poems in Autumn 25 Autumn

Author/Du

Even the pigeon whistle makes a mature tone,

In the past, rainy and noisy summers.

Don't think about that severe and sultry exam any more.

Detail memory in dangerous swimming.

After breaking ground in the bud of spring,

Twisting and damage in bud growth,

These branches are also growing wildly in the hot sun.

I almost got lost on a rainy night.

Now, there is not a cloud in the plain sky.

The mountains and rivers are bright and clean, and the vision is exceptionally broad;

The season of wisdom and emotional maturity,

The river also seems to come from a deeper source.

Turbulence is fermented,

Brewing transparent wine in the valley;

What autumn is blowing? An intoxicating smell.

Autumn flowers and autumn leaves have been dyed deep.

Street trees also imply something red,

The wheels of the bicycle are shining with vitality;

The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude.

Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.