Write Modern Poems About Autumn 5, Modern Poems About Autumn

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Where to find the yellow crane?

Only the sky was left, and the white clouds flew by.

In the past, a good night became a festival, suspected to be a mistake, who would have thought of a thousand gold and a promise?

Why is this so long?

I had to ask the end of the world for passers-by:

Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water.

The heroes and martyrs of the ancient red cliffs, the north and south of the river in the wind and rain, the dragon and the tiger leap.

The mountains are dyed with heroic colors, the cold stars in the sky are twinkling, and they are unwilling to be lonely for 5,000 years.

The drunken pavilion sighed, watching the flowers in the world bloom and fall:

The autumn wind rises, and the sound is swaying.

2 Fisherman's Father.

The spring breeze blows the green trees, and the red dust shirt is difficult to break in the tour, and it is sad to say goodbye.

Even if there is no effort to repay the sky, the strong heart is still the same, and he does not pray for God's help.

Everyone in the world is chasing the east, but Haojie walks alone at the end of the world:

Look at the flying boat, and cross to the south.

Where does a leaf float collapse and Yuanming collapse?

Sigh the past is unbearable, sad scene.

The eternal rivers and mountains are still there, and the pride is difficult to speak, and there are several spring and autumn degrees in the wind and rain.

There will be a time to re-ascend to the Nine Heavens, why do you need to ask the sky thousands of words?

Drive Feihong and go into the sky.

3 Akiyama asked.

The geese fly south again, the end of the world is endless, and the sunset is difficult to chase.

The boundless wildfire burned the barren grass, and there were piles of rocks along the way, which could not be buried, and the dust and ashes were scattered.

Only the rolling Yangtze River water, the back waves still push the front waves:

It's exhausted, right and wrong.

How much did you suffer for these words, claiming to be indestructible?

The rain blows and the wind blows. The wind on the table is 90,000 miles, and the drums of war are beating heavily, how can the tiger general lose his tiger might?

In order for all families to be reunited, they have a home that they can't return to.

To whom, complain of grief?

Song 1: "Autumn Dream".

Dai Wangshu. 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.

Song 2: "On the River in the Autumn Evening".

Liu Dabai. The homing birds, even though they were clumped, returned with the sunset.

With a flip of his wings, he dropped the slanting sun on the river; The white reeds on the head are also made up for a moment.

Song 3: "Autumn is Coming".

Bamboo view of the moon. The leaves are yellow, and autumn is coming.

The sky is old, and the dream is cold.

You're a**, I'm here.

The wind cried, and the strings broke.

The moon is crooked, and the water is trickling.

White autumn frost, a song of blue.

The night dries up, and the flowers bloom in the middle of the night.

Where the heart goes, where the person goes.

"Pigeon" Hu Shi.

There is a flock of pigeons, playing in the air. Look at them crowds, circling and communicating, Yi is still happy to ,-- in the ground, turning over to reflect the sun, the white feathers are lined with the sky, very vivid!

Dove. "Autumn Morning".

Yu Gengyu. Farewell, in the dark night of starry frost, I have been urged by the bitterness of holy water! Is it the wheels are still in the same time?

You stepped on my back, reception, Dongshu, you have come back to life! At the end of this moment, I opened my eyes and held the feet of the sun with both hands, watched the leaves tremble, the flowers danced, and listened to the sound of the city and was intoxicated, until tears of joy fell!

"Autumn Morning"."In the Car of Shanghai and Hangzhou" Xu Zhimo.

A cigarette, a mountain, a few cloud shadows, a water, a bridge, a sound of a pine tree, a clump of bamboo, the wilderness of red leaves, the colorful autumn scenery, dreamland like understanding, vague, faint, one-urge urge! Is it the wheels are still in the same time? Promotes the old Qiu Rong, and promotes the old life!

He Qifang "Autumn".

The dew of the morning fell, and the sound of logging drifted out of the valley.

Put down the sickle that has eaten the aroma of rice, and use the back basket to hold the fat melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.

In autumn, it is perched in a farmhouse.

Cast a round net into the cold mist of the river, and collect the shadow of the blue bream-like black tree leaves.

The reeds were laden with hoarfrost, and the small oars of the mooring were gently rocked.

Dai Wangshu's "Autumn Dream".The shepherdess's bell shook off the light leaves.

The autumn dream is light, and it is the suspicion and love of the slender shepherdess.

So my dreams came quietly, but with a heavy past.

Oh, now, I've got some cold, some cold, and some melancholy.

Autumn is a beautiful season. Please enjoy what I brought below.

A modern poem about autumn: "Autumn".I have always loved autumn, its tepidness, its tranquility, its meticulousness.

The autumn wind rises, the river ripples, and the yellow fallen leaves sway down one by one.

The autumn rain continues, and the colorful umbrellas form a flowing ink painting.

The fields in the countryside are spectacular, with long sleeves of bread poles dancing in the wind to celebrate this year's harvest.

The red apples were waiting on the branches, and the aunt who picked the fruit looked at the huge apples and smiled.

: "Autumn Song".Take a handful from the pond to cool off.

A mellow scent from the orchard.

Autumn is coming, singing a golden song.

Come to the city, come to the village.

There is no pride in the spring breeze willows.

There is no sorrow that is falling red.

There is no frenzy like the blazing sun.

There is no frost and snow cold.

You sing about the hardships and bitterness of the journey.

But there was no disappointment and no sadness.

You sing the joy and satisfaction of the autumn harvest.

But there is no conceit and arrogance.

Ah, in the face of yellow flowers everywhere.

The garden is full of cinnamon, and the autumn breeze is ah.

I want to sing with you.

: "Autumn Caprice".If I were a remnant leaf.

I will miss the branch that I love.

Until old age or even decay.

If I were a white cloud.

I'll miss the blue sky.

Until the soul is gone.

But I still have memories in my heart.

In the spring of hope.

In the summer of full toil.

In the autumn when the harvest is celebrated.

In the snowy winter.

I feel this way.

Can't describe it in words.

It's like holding a bowl of clear rain and dew.

Like a thin crescent moon in the night sky.

It is the only one who understands the existence of the soul.

In the middle of the night in the confusion.

I'm meditating, but I'm willing.

A beacon of light will guide you.

Shine into the distance: "Autumn Dream".I wondered why autumn was so fruitful at the same time.

Sigh lightly from the leaves of the tree should not have the loss.

I don't want to guess what is lacking in autumn and what is lacking in wind.

The rain comes down with a faint sense of worry.

The chilling cicadas that chirp in the late autumn night.

It may also be accompanied by a white lone lamp.

Like a drip of fog dew.

No, it should be dripping rain.

No, it's not, it's tears.

Neon flickering That sanctimony is just a solemn disguise.

Night and night, current affairs only change.

Heartache and heartache.

I hope you don't lose it.

Autumn dreams are in your heart and mine.

It's still so beautiful.

So round: "Autumn Song".Take a handful from the pond to cool off.

A mellow scent from the orchard.

Autumn is coming, singing a golden song.

Come to the city, come to the village.

There is no pride in the spring breeze willows.

There is no sorrow that is falling red.

There is no frenzy like the blazing sun.

There is no frost and snow cold.

You sing about the hardships and bitterness of the journey.

But there was no disappointment and no sadness.

You sing the joy of the autumn harvest and the satisfaction of spring skin.

But there is no conceit and arrogance.

Ah, in the face of yellow flowers everywhere.

The garden is full of cinnamon, and the autumn breeze is ah.

I want to sing with you.