Modern Poetry of Autumn Wind

Modern poetry of autumn wind 1 thin and pale autumn wind

Have you thought about it?

Do you want to go to the earth?

What about the vast land?

Leaves rustle.

Everywhere I go, it's endless desolation.

When the sun is about to set.

Whose shadow is attached

A path with big trees on both sides.

Sunshine and warmth

Divide into two areas

Half is summer.

Half is autumn night.

Born out of luck.

If you expect results.

Then this is really a

A lie full of holes

Sew loneliness in.

In the bottomless shadow

Can it be erased by dawn?

Write sadness in

On the rotten leaves.

Can it be melted by spring mud?

Day after day

Weave nightmares with your eyes open

Silent and pure autumn wind

Have you thought about it?

Do you want to travel around the world?

What about the vast land?

Even if it's just a bad lie.

That also goes around to the end

Autumn Wind Modern Poetry 2 Pick up a sunny day.

Traveling alone, the wind never stops.

Dyed yellow once lush years.

Flowers are still fragrant.

Confuse my thoughts.

That crescent moon falls into autumn water.

The delicate and charming summer flowers have already escaped.

A few glasses of wine, homemade Tang poetry.

In an instant, I was drunk with maple leaves.

In the autumn wind, it is red.

Cicada is singing softly outside the window.

It seems that there is gentleness without it.

Listen quietly, in the autumn wind

Laugh into a chrysanthemum

You see, there was a glorious time.

Just passing by.

Go further and further, don't look.

You are already in my eyes.

It looks like autumn.

[fishing time]

There is a ray of twilight in front of the eaves.

Inadvertently, plucked the strings of the wind.

Brush gently

Memory is climbing the branches of the night.

Climbed up the window lattice

The night without the moon is dark.

The years have quietly settled in the past.

And I can only use sleeves to keep out the cold.

Once upon a time fishing

In the glass, there are three or two drops of loneliness brewing.

The first one was drunk all night.

The second lamp, drunk gently.

Straight to the softest part of my heart

I touch the night with my fingers.

A story, sleeping like a lamp.

Leave a string of silent thin shadows.

Correct the entanglement in my palm

[autumn]

Perhaps, at this time.

Looking forward to the past August,

It has been raining for a century.

That's it, at my window.

drop by drop

On the other side of the night, ripples will open.

The wind is dancing quietly.

Climb the green vine

Prepare to escape.

My song, Wan Li.

Walk into the half-opened window lattice.

My memory, step by step.

In the legend of wind and rain

Wheeled.

Either warm or cold.

All the easy questions

It's an elegant journey, and

A piece of Jiangnan in the text

The autumn wind modern poem 3 went off with a cannon,

The Revolution of 1911 kicked off.

I saw you walking in front of the women in China.

Who says there are more women than men?

Iron hoof trampling

Trample on the land of Central Plains

I saw you push open the luxurious prison door.

My heart is afraid of emptiness and my heart is cold.

The silver knife jingled.

Pierce the heart of the motherland

I saw you writing on the desk.

The buttonwood trees in Jinjingbian are turning yellow.

A roaring sound

Shake this house in China.

I saw you scurrying in the vast sea of people.

In August, the autumn wind howled

retaliate

The sun rises in China.

I've seen you on the battlefield.

Helping the top is the beginning of knowing how to make a good plan.

Late autumn cold

Silence the brick wall of China.

I saw you bleeding.

Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad.

You tripped over the cold brick wall.

Don't be afraid of cold.

Because the residual heat of your blood will usher in a new dawn.

Strike back the mountains and rivers

Remove dust and dirt after revenge

Female students are not interested in learning.

Race is not strong

Feminism is weak

This country is doomed to weakness.

You came to the end of your life in late autumn.

I welcome your kind smile in early winter.

Modern Poetry of Autumn Wind 4. Qiu Ge can't hide his melancholy.

The leaves of banyan trees are peeling calluses from the south wall of branches.

Longxu River breaks after crossing a section of Changhuan Road.

Its unbridled sweeping shames the black-faced people.

A runaway who was pregnant with crickets tripped over a disease in his hometown.

He stepped in front of the roots of the coconut king.

Listen to the bus of three magpies. Come on in the blue sky.

Silver eagles and white clouds melt at lofty heights.

These exotic sad memories are locked in the fog and worried about the city.

These unconscious collisions are like throwing eggs at a stone.

It makes sense to leave people under the temple.

But I was spurned by simple facts.

How can the organ awaken Qimxy who has left people?

The whereabouts scattered in the starry sky

Rolling tears rotting in acacia Chi Pan.

The mountain dwelling has deteriorated in the rearview mirror of time

autumn

The morning bell and the evening drum of the apocalypse

Wings tilt in autumn.

Bats escape from twilight.

Good fruit of betrayal

Back to the rubber disc, burning and expanding.

Grind the girl's mouth

A sad camel is like a desert storm.

Rest along the oasis with water as the mirror.

It carries heavy trafficking.

Meet the bride of my dreams.

Teenagers who race against the dawn

How can mantis get in the way?

Strike with the wind and pick it up for autumn.

Show the golden voice

Autumn is coming again.

It is not empty, it is not in vitro, it is not empty.

Surrounded by seawater, there is a saltworks in the middle.

Everything has been baked with ice thorns.

Guarding the soul and the rest of itself.

Hold the flame tightly

Rivers hit by stones are happier.

Pigeons with branches retreated to the top of the mountain.

Show great strength and salvation

The yellow and gold of autumn berries

Everything sings together.

Fence in autumn

The fence that stands out in the sunset is the boundary of autumn.

No strawberries, no fairy photos.

The turbid waves are monstrous, and the sound of the city is rolling forward.

The dumb lanterns on the eaves are still flirting.

The golden breeze is always lazy.

Twenty-four withered autumn old people talked in silence.

The cat shape at dusk will slow down breathing.

Capture a sad nothingness in the corner.

The toddler picked up odds and ends everywhere.

He doesn't understand the changes of seasons and life.

Sit in ignorance and enjoy the bitter joy of harvest and game.

Sing the call of the dawn to the night.

I am alone on the dark side of autumn.

The Fence in Liang Zhu's Sympathetic Folk Songs

Autumn wind's modern poem 5 Autumn wind smiled,

Roll up the bedding with a backpack?

Gone,

Disappeared from the porch heights overnight,

Walking in the green.

Do you swear to anyone,

Cold wave and warm current,

Plagiarism, conspiracy or show?

Accompanied by drizzle, in order to prove that there should be no tears,

Stained with tsing yi,

A chapter left by profligacy full of disguise,

Say goodbye to the past with regret.

I dare not ask,

Get on the minibus and go all the way east.

Find the slightest trace you can find,

I intend to keep your extravagant hopes.

The autumn wind will still go,

Often irrelevant?

If you think of a tangled meadow,

Then stay in the autumn window.

I wish I could say goodbye to the drizzle last night.

Condensed into clouds with distortion,

More or less seagulls will be sent to spray the smell of the sea on the beach.

Get drunk before you rest.

I'm afraid to borrow a boat to tell my heart,

Or can't be carried,

I hope I can stick the lampshade with bamboo sticks and colored paper.

Save some money to buy,

Do you pretend to be all souls?

Tear it to pieces and care for it.

If we can't take advantage of the autumn and winter trading,

Outside the curved corridor where the height of the doorway intersects,

Just to support forgetting,

Even after autumn.

Autumn modern poetry 6. In late autumn, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and quiet.

On the cycle of years

Fast time depends on a trickle.

Talk about romantic people and things in history easily.

It makes people think about the ancient and the present.

Around midnight and during the day, things changed.

Just like autumn leaves melt into boats with the flood of history-

Or sing softly or loudly.

Open-minded along the way

Laugh and laugh in the smell of late autumn

The sun and moon in late autumn were left out in the cold.

Neither fish nor fowl, cool wind and cold rain.

Under the temptation of sentimental clouds

Disturb the sincere dialogue between the sun and the moon

So the emotional series is getting more and more annoying.

With colorful butterfly dreams.

Deep in the spring cabinet of love and affection.

Simulate the gentle posture of a season of winter snow.

Care for a picture scroll in late autumn

Fine chrysanthemum sent with cold fragrance.

Put acacia alone in the smell of late autumn

The scenery in late autumn is messy and quiet.

Every courtyard wall is covered with yellowed poems.

It's a love song of green leaves falling in love with the moon.

It is a melancholy plot of wandering homesickness.

Admiration in "There is no road to doubt after heavy mountains and heavy waters"

And the dripping heroic songs.

Every blood vessel smells.

The ink clouds in July are full of flowers.

There is a cold and dry Hà Thu with a faint fragrance.

There is a lingering feeling of red peach blossoms dying.

Poetry in drunken autumn leaves.

The charm of late autumn

Leisure lingers on the branches of the mountain.

Stay in a long and short memory.

Always in a gentle tone.

Clever lyricism of late autumn landscape love songs.

Pondering over a blue sky, Qing Chuan.

Sing the mountains and rivers and carry forward soul of china.

Swing a song in the charm of late autumn

China Totem of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor

Modern poetry autumn wind 7 bluestone alley, by the willow bridge, drizzle lingering.

Meet at the corner, teenager, have sex.

Alone in the window lattice, leaning against the bead curtain, hallucinations emerge.

I hate the full moon, but candles and fireworks keep me awake.

Autumn wind is easy to worry about, what month? What year is this year?

Falling red leaves, because of time constraints, geese moved south.

When you hear the sound, you are looming and slipping from your fingertips.

Miss the past, miss your Gulin Road!

Waiting for you for another year, time ran aground.

The autumn wind lingered for those years,

I looked for you, between heaven and earth, yin and yang have been isolated,

We have stopped writing about the prosperous years.

Autumn wind is easy to worry about, what month? What year is this year?

Falling red leaves, because of time constraints, geese moved south.

When you hear the sound, you are looming and slipping from your fingertips.

Miss the past, miss your Gulin Road!

Waiting for you for another year, time ran aground.

The autumn wind lingered for those years,

I looked for you, between heaven and earth, yin and yang have been isolated,

We have stopped writing about the prosperous years.

Waiting for you for another year, time ran aground.

The autumn wind lingered for those years,

I looked for you, between heaven and earth, yin and yang have been isolated,

We no longer, continue to write prosperous times …