Autumn Thoughts
After you left, I returned the fallen leaves to Autumn
The sky is cool and breezy, and who will see it
A night on a riverboat
Autumn Night Walking
It's cool without the wind
It's refreshing without the rain
The light of the moonlight is shed
The gorgeous street lamps are the backdrop for this.
This is the autumn night
No need to look for it
No need to search for it
The autumn bugs sing softly
The laughs of passers-by become the narration
This is the autumn night
The sky invites the moon to be our companion
The clearness of my heart is in the vastness of the starry night sky
I can see the stars in the sky, and the moon is in my heart.
The last yellow leaf on the branch
Crosses an irregular arc in mid-air
Flips and flutters
No sound
No one cares when it lands
The direction of the leaf surface
The sword of the years is in my face
No pain, no sorrow
Only the wrinkles on my forehead are deepened
The frost on my temples is blooming
No sound
Even though the time is pressing
Fortunately, this is the heart that is safe and sound
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The sky is cold and cool
The moonlight is gentle and gentle alone
We carry our backs on our backs, and we have a lot to do.
We're walking in the barrenness with all the prosperity on our backs
That place we've been before
Tonight, it's particularly eye-catching
My fingers are locked in a deep lock
I can't play, the high mountains and flowing rivers and cloudy sorrows
My brother, I'm so happy for you
Who can I think of besides my mother
I'm not sure if I've ever seen a woman like you before, but I'm sure you've never seen a woman like you before, and I'm not sure if you've ever seen a woman like you before.
Modern Poetry Autumn Thoughts 4Tonight, there is no moonlight here
The moon, it must have run to your side
Sprinkled all over your voyage
I live on the bank of a famous river
Every day I listen to the sound of a torrent of voices
For a long time, my thoughts have been continuous
The woman is like water, and the rain falls incessantly
The woman is like water, and the rain falls incessantly.
The graceful dance, sad and happy
Even if it's far away, there will always be spring
I took out the mooncakes of various colors
and placed them on the window sill of the lookout
Eating one -
Heart of lotus seed paste
Modern Poetry Autumn Thoughts 5Your name, written in a familiar place
Often I look up, and often
I look down and think. Is there an eternity between heaven and earth
From now on, there is no need to search or watch
Close my eyes, and with the blood of a flower
Imitate the ark of love, and present it beside you
It all begins in warmth. I approach you, you approach me
We will not really know each other. We will not really know each other, but we will love each other out of sincerity
A kind of love, in the window of the blurred heart
Write your name, and enter into the realm of fantasy
You are Romeo, and I am Juliet
We are interpreting the human comedy
Brother Sky, you have to always bow down, and I often look up
Let's let our gazes meet in the thin layer of the sky
Transparent matters of the heart, say to nothingness
For us to **** the same possession
Modern Poetry Autumn Thoughts 6Turns out we are so familiar
The screen, the mouse, the fast-food noodle
And many other familiar things
Concentrated in the moonlight night
I thought there was a ladder to ascend to the sky
Touching the room of your heart, the ethereal voice
Ethereal clouds, so cozy
I think Chang'e she must be sleeping peacefully at this moment
So familiar, really
It's as if I see myself
Walking with my soul, no exodus
Mottled figures, rising
Flying snowflakes, blending into my embrace
Modern Poetry Autumn Thoughts 7 <The speed of the radio waves
can't keep up with the pace of Yan's downfall
The speed of the silver swallows
can't keep up with the music of the dirge
From now on
a voyage of 5000 miles
blocked by the last word
separating you and me in two different worlds
I saw you
the next night after you had left.
The night after you left
My eyes were blurred by the miserable wind
Since then
I don't see your face
I don't hear your voice
I look at the graves and I think about it all over the place
I've wandered away from this world to
the other one
but I can't find a window for me to communicate with my heart
I've been accompanied by the black soil
And my heart is torn into two different worlds.
Tearing my heart into pieces
How can a good man not be safe in his life
Father, my sobbing woke up the mallards
But I could not pass through the grave you sealed
The sun of the autumn sun shed blood-red afterglow
Dyeing the Shushan valley in the center of the sun-baked dam
And casting the red light of the sun on you.
And also cast your soul
A relentless wailing cannon
Opened the door of the mound locked in the future -
Farewell is a heart-rending pain
At that moment
A thousand words choked my throat
Thirty years of blood line
Just stepping into the
The son of a young man
But the father of a simple man
Last month's quarrel
Was the farewell of a father and a son
Memory shatters
The heart of remembrance
Projecting the plain past
On display in the realm of the yin and yang
Cannot find a bridge
Can only be treasured in the
Memory of the past
The heart of a young man
The heart of the father and the son of a young man
The heart of the father and the son of a young woman
The heart of the father and the son of a young woman
On the wheel of memory
From spring and summer to autumn and winter
Day after day, year after year
I will always remember the mid-autumn of 20xx
The mid-autumn of the yin and yang
Modern Poetry Autumn Thoughts 8Music and words are a flickering faith in my hand
The sunlight refracted from one glance
Crosses the darkness of the night.
Day and night
Like an enigma, the topic never loses its way
I looked up the words I had written in the past
And I saw you on the other side of the sea
Smiling like a woman
The words spread out silently
Starting to be sealed slowly
Full of 'ink' and 'pen and paper's' warm
But when you struggle in the dark of the night, you'll be able to see the world.
When struggling in the darkness of the night
The shadow of the ink leaves the sadness
The light is knocking on the door of the wood
Obsessively sticking to the fragrance of the ink
Sitting quietly next to the computer and the screen
A cup of incense and a good book
A good article for a few moments wakes up the hustle and bustle of the busy
A light note and a strong ink charm
A light note and a strong ink charm
A light note and a strong ink charm
A light note and a strong ink charm
A light note and a strong ink charm
Drenched in ink and feelings
A seed fell in ink and writing
Dancing with words***
Growing up with joy
Long years and the fragrance of ink and writing
Curling tea and chic cups and lanterns
Filled with the ink of words
The spring blossoms and the ink and writing of the years
In the
Sip a cup of incense
Listen to a piece of music
Pick up a touch of good mood
Gently tap the beautiful years with your fingertips
Fly between the lines in your spare time
With the words of the city
Rhyming with the ink
With the ink and rhyme
The night and the moon
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The spring river is full of flowers and the grass is full of warblers
The moon is full of stars
A scroll of words is fragrant and gentle
A scroll of ink
Drunken the delicate heartstrings
The aftermath of the sound is curling up as if it were a shadow
Fingers flicked the text of the ink warmth
The text of the words of a section of a song of the song rubbed into the heart
The song of a section of a song is rubbed into the heart
The song of a song is rubbed into the heart of the song.
The ink on the end of the pen and paper was stirred up
A volume of ink and lightly stained paper was spread
The sound of the string gradually said goodbye to the words
Covering a piece of tile
Ink to drink a cup of tea
Ink to study a bowl of sand
Pulling a veil up
Saying goodbye to the words
I don't know when it happened
The depths of the eyes began to stand on the ground
The depths of the eyes started to stand on the ground.
Morning and dusk follow the words in memory
The words lightly linger on the pages of the years
Tossing and turning on the warmth of the pen
Listening to the notes that touch the soul
The loneliness of the moment covers the ink
A melodious heavenly voice penetrates the soul
Swirling between the lines
Holding a cup of music that touches the soul
The music of the night is the same as a midnight song
It is the same as a midnight song.
Holding a touch of spring charm on the pillow
Warming my dreams in the night moon
Pulling a touch of dream with the ancients
Dialogue with nature
Attachment to the moon and the wind
Twisting a collection of words in the fragrance of the ink in the words
Folding the words into a scroll and hiding them deep in the bottom of my heart
Waiting for a moment in the ink and pen.
The darkness of time and space is dragging us far away
I can sleep briefly as I walk through the millennia
The love of words is already in my heart
The words brewed at the tip of my pen are a joyful joy
The bumps of emotion are engraved in the years
The journey of life is destined to be as smooth as the flowing of water
In this long life, I have been waiting to see what the future holds for me.
The meeting and the loss are always synchronized
Music is the rhythmic symphony of the heart
It is also the words that flow in the heart
Words are the sound of the heart and the ****ing sound
It is also the melody that flies in the heart
Music and words are the wings of the wings
It is the closest companion in the depths of the heart.
Music and words are the temple of the soul
They are the support of the emotions
They are also the pillars of the spirit
Words give everyone temperament
Music gives everyone taste
Rather than blossom in the coolness of a plum
And the words in the lines of the companion
Seek a piece of the blue sky in the words of the lines.
Feeling yourself
Enjoying yourself
Motivating yourself
Even if you are wandering on the edge of loneliness
Music and words are like manna in your heart
Words are a kind of taste
They are a kind of spiritual attachment
Words are the birthplace of feelings
And words are a kind of whole heart.
Dance with the words
Let the words produce the spirit of ****ing
Favorite music and words
Because the words erect the sailboat of the soul and the mast of the voyage
The music and the words also pull the sailboat of the soul and the sails of the voyage
Modern Poetry Autumn Thoughts 91. Autumn wind
By cutting a wisp of The clouds and shadows
Release my long-lost feelings
Singing alone in the vastness of the sky
Who will paint my silent steps
The wind is holding up a pool of broken lotus
I can see yesterday's Nymphaea's shameful face
A piece of ink on a piece of paper
The brushstrokes are light and elegant
The silence of the silence is soaked into my lips
I lightly open the window in the west
I am haunted by the wind.
The scent of the wine in your glass
I recite a song of sadness
With your eyes, we talk to each other
2. Autumn rain
Standing alone by the window
I saw the tears of the clouds flying
Ice-cold, whose eyeliner has been shaken
It was the same morning
Your plantain as an umbrella, and you were standing in the rain.
Standing between the rain
Gazing at my sleepless sorrow
No words to break the dike of despondency
Just a silent look at the shore of my heart
My dreams are wet
Those traces
Not only the rain, but also you
3. Autumn Flowers
No sound of the soul breaking up
Just another night of The ravings
were quietly redacted by the morning light
A piece of the past impression
Turned into a remnant of the butterfly's poignant beauty
Stars and dots are not in the hair
Those inadvertent kisses
Let the two inexplicable rows
Wet your cheeks
Lightly hold the earth, but buried in the flower's soul
Don't want to be completely forgotten.
I just want the next season of rain
In your lips, cultivate new buds
4. Autumn moon
Pale and heartbreaking
Familiar and unfamiliar distance
Ripples in the heart of the lake of silence
Autumn bugs murmur and sing
A long song of lovesickness
A ray of cold moonlight
Last night, I had to go to the hospital to see the doctor and the doctor. p>
Is the cup of wine filled with happiness last night still on your desk
I'm not a woman in the cold queue
But I let my face be fixed in a faraway place
If only you could see my sorrows and joys
Not to ask you to recite poems and lyrics
I only wish to have a piece of understanding embedded in your dreams
With you, we will stay together in the season of the maple dance
The modern poems of the past are not just for the sake of the people, but also to help you to understand the world. Season
Modern Poetry Autumn Thoughts 10I don't think of you when you think of me, I just look for your long flowing hair in my eyes
You don't think of me when I think of you, you just want to take me by the hand in your dreams
Autumn has come, the thoughts are long, and you've gone further and further away
The moon is fuller, the heart is more chaotic, and the days are getting harder and harder to bear
The sky is higher, the view is further away
The sky is higher, the view is further away
The sky is higher, the view is further away.