Modern poetry about autumn, modern poetry about autumn

Autumn Fall belongs to me.

Bend your branches.

I am in the waxing and waning of the moon.

Coated with the golden yellow of the season.

Be a migratory bird in the next life.

Follow your direction.

Autumn goes to spring and walks through the loneliness of the Tropic of Cancer.

Close your wings and hold on to the dream of a lifetime.

In the autumn wind, another gloomy journey.

It's too late to say goodbye.

Northern sky.

Who's waiting for a lonely blank.

Fall for me.

Pull your parting.

You hurriedly look back.

shed a tear.

Modern poems about autumn are as follows:

1."Maple and the Seven Stars" North Island.

The world is as small as a street; We met, you nodded; All past events are omitted; Greetings omitted;

Maybe joy is just a process; It's all over; But why do you still wear that red turban?

Look at it, the maple leaves adorn the sky; How sunny, sunny; Moved towards the last pane of glass; behind the huge roof;

The seven stars rose; No longer like a bunch of ripe grapes; It's another fall; Of course, the street lights are going to come on;

I want to see your smile; forgiving and indifferent; And that calm gaze; The street lights are coming on.

2."Sonnets: The Crown" Haizi.

The girl I love; The Maiden of the River; Hair turned into leaves; The arms became tree trunks;

Since you cannot be my wife; You must be my crown; I will wear it with the great poets of the world;

Wrap my harp and quiver with your beautiful leaves; the weight of the roof time in the fall; Autumn is bitter and fragrant;

He makes the stone bloom like a crown; The roofs in autumn are bitter and fragrant; There was a crown in the air; Bitter aroma of cleaved laurel and almonds.

3."In the Car of Shanghai and Hangzhou" Xu Zhimo.

Hurry! Rush Urge!

A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a water, a bridge, a oar, a pine, a bamboo, red leaves

The bright fields, the bright autumn scenes, the dream-like distinct, blurred, and fading ,——

Rush Urge! Is it the wheel or the time? Promotes the old Qiu Rong, and promotes the old life!

"Autumn Dream", "Autumn Moon".The shepherdess's bell shook off the light leaves. The autumn dream is light, and it is the love of the fair shepherdess. So my dreams came quietly, but with a heavy past.

Oh, now, I've got some cold, some cold, and some melancholy. (January 1931). Autumn Moon! Who can afford to scratch the silver fingertips romantically! If you don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, you can't help but caress its jade fingers, wandering there and crying!

That's it: the clouds of boredom, the happiness of the autumn moon, the warmth of the heart and cold eyes, and the cold wearing of light clothes, to participate in this happy marriage and funeral (October 6, 1922).

Sending away the last ray of the fiery sun in the summer, you took the hand of the seed, supported all the way, and walked through the length of the two seasons.

Just for, the fruits hanging high on the branches in the golden everywhere, and the honest smiles of the farmers on the edge of the fields.

I could clearly see that tears of joy were already in their eyes.

Finally, the ears of grain in the paddy field quietly climbed on the top of the head of the once grass seedling and bent the leaves;

He also bends the reaper's back, and bends the slab.

You use a look after a harvest to comfort the sweat of the farmers who have been trekking hard for a long time.

The swallows flying south were also sent away by you to the treetops after the fallen leaves returned to their roots, and affectionately spit out a trace of white mist, covering their footprints home, leaving only the blue sky, a long and long memory.

Familiar dreams swayed, looking at the north and south of the river, and suddenly smelled the fragrance of autumn rain.

When the fruit is abundant, it is easy to listen to the touch, and the autumn garden feels frosty.

Looking back on the past slowly, reading the autumn and summer boiling, just waiting for the red leaves to dance.

Create your own song.

Lonely autumn.

Lonely city, because there is a lonely address, lonely address, because there is a lonely location, there is a lonely poem.

Lonely honesty requires a lonely child, a lonely child, a lonely heart, and a lonely perception.

It's autumn again, it's a quiet flow of autumn water, it's looking back, it's a piece of tea and piano music is sad, and the night is sad and desolate.

It's another cause, it's a matter of repeatedly looking at the Milky Way, it's waiting, it's a pot of inexhaustible wine, and it's a cold brow in vain.

In fact, there is no pretense, in fact, there is nothing different, in fact, there is no evil, in fact, it is connected in assimilation, there is no difference between love and hate.

In fact, there is no superiority or inferiority, in fact, there is no feeling of leaving, in fact, loneliness, in fact, it should not be written with affection, and the snow of honesty falls.

Autumn and evening Du Mu Tang Dynasty

The silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies.

The night of the heavenly steps is as cool as water, lying down to watch the morning glory Vega.

In the col opposite.

There was a fire. Burning all morning.

In the col opposite.

There was a fire. It was not extinguished all morning.

It looks like it's going to burn that maple forest to the ground.

It looks like it's going to burn out this autumn before it stops.

I slept at night. The stars and moon are still awake.

The mountain village slept. The trees and the wind are still awake.

The wind is a big palm in autumn.

Touched again and again, after the prosperity of the book is gone.

The pain of the tree

A nightingale's cry: it's night, and a ruler suddenly shines out.

Again. The depth of autumn was measured.

A celebration of a bird. Cloaked in twilight.

Ground. Flying into the bird's nest, it seems to press the switch of the tree-

Opposite side. of the mountain beams.

Above, a light was lit high.

The light of the bright moon. A few voices.

The cold dog barked-

Afterwards. Window.

Or farther away, faintly.

The footsteps of the wind.

Yes, all night.

The wind is constantly carrying the darkness of the mountain village.

Wake up early in the morning. I saw the sweat of the wind on the withered yellow grass.

Condensed into frost.