Modern Poetry Autumn Thoughts

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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.

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Tonight, 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

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Your 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

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Turns 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

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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

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Music 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

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1. 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

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I 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.