Modern poems about leaves, Leaves modern poems

The mournful sound of autumn is like a violin.

In the crying long unbearable gloom.

It stung my heart and spleen.

Dull and misty.

The bell is ringing, and the past is like smoke.

Reproduce it right in front of your eyes.

I burst into tears.

I'm gone, and the wind is blowing around me.

Drifting in the east and drifting in the west, fluttering, just like the dead leaves.

Autumn song, also known as falling leaves,

A locust leaf.

This is the most beautiful piece in the world, the most rare, the most precious piece, and the most sad, the most tearful piece, thin, dry, light gray-yellow locust leaves.

I forgot that it was picked up in Jiangnan, Jiangbei, and in which city, it was sandwiched in an ancient book of poetry, and over the years, there was no slight damage.

The leaves of the locust tree, which slide gently like cicada wings, still occupy some of the soil of the homeland when you look closely.

The old country, ah, ah, what year and month will it be.

to bring me back into your arms.

Go and enjoy one of the most enjoyable in the world.

The season with a faint scent of locust flowers? ......

Untitled. Modern poet Shi Yangle.

Leaves are leaves, where is so much nonsense!

Willing - Lin Huiyin.

I'd rather turn into a fallen leaf, let the wind and rain blow everywhere;

Or a flowing cloud, in the clear blue sky, and the earth is no longer involved.

But hold on to the sad sign and touch the melancholy of unsettled;

At dusk, night shifts, tiptoeing, all emptiness, no tenderness;

Forget that there was a world; There you are;

mourn who has ever been in love;

Falling like a flower, forgetting to go.

The emotions in these tears.

On that day nothing remains, less than a flash of light, less than a breath of wind.

traces, you have to forget me too.

I have lived in this world.

In daily study, work or life, many people have come into contact with some classic poems, which are full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. Do you know what kind of poetry makes good poetry? The following is a collection of modern poems of "Leaves" that I have collected for you, and I hope it will be helpful to you.

"Leaf".

The tender yellow core buds bloom in the spring breeze, hiding the dreams of buds and the hope of blooming.

It is the flowers that make the leaves ripen and place the original heart in the dark green.

When I woke up from my dream, I climbed up the heavy skill and filial piety, probed all the way to the frog whining, listened to the sound of the cloth, the brown mark, but the smoke ring spit out by the years?

When the autumn breeze comes.

The cicada pinched the veins of the leaves, and did not know the taste'was young, desperately singing lamentations, wanting Guo'er to know that Ye had been hard along the way.

The smiling pomegranate continued the autumn thought.

When the wind came carrying a broom, the tree was full of fruit, and it dried up the milk of the leaves, and the pieces fell down, and waved away in reluctance.

The bitter cold of winter is coming.

The poems of the leaves are as follows:Leaves of Life

The sunset after the rain creeps into your body.

And you are indifferent, haunted by the pain.

Not completely repaired, tears drop on your cheeks.

Your vitality is strong, and you are facing the rising red sun every day.

The smile that bloomed like a flower slowly opened from red to green.

Proudly show off your heroism and bring a new day to luxury.

Every day, we bring you clear spring water so that you can drink enough water.

Trickle of water to communicate with you at zero distance, your fat leaves.

It's like a banana fan, which makes me feel so relaxed in summer.

But who would have thought that your life would stop in an instant.

No more giving birth to a new "baby" no longer lights up the tranquility of my heart.

Originally, you were withered, but I couldn't bear to discard it in the pavilion if I missed it.

Ignore you, but be strong and "turn around".

A young leaf begins to be born quietly.

If you get the treasure, "take you back indoors."

Come home, and the corner of the balcony becomes your cabin for survival.

You happily stretch your charm every day, gradually.

From "child" to "father, mother".

One flower, one world, one leaf, one life.

When will the leaves of life be able to show their dignity again?

The root leaf was speechless, but it didn't understand why.

Suddenly "yin and yang", don't be so cruel.

Innocent you, I am waiting for you to wake up in heartache.