Praise the beginning of modern poetry in autumn

In normal study, work or life, everyone has collected poems that impress him. Poetry has the characteristics of highly concise language and short and pithy length. What kind of poems are classics? The following are my modern poems praising beginning of autumn, hoping to help everyone.

The beginning of a modern poem praising autumn 1 Walking in Late Autumn

frost/frostlike powder

When I walk in the field of harvest,

I can't see the crops, they are empty,

It lies quietly, like a hut with dew,

The road leading to the garden is desolate.

When I walked into the garden along the path,

I heard the sound of broken grass between the awnings.

There were waves of sad birdsong,

More touching than any lamentation.

There is a bare tree by the garden wall.

The dying solitary leaves have turned yellow,

It must have been disturbed by my thoughts,

Gently fall and make a rubbing sound.

I didn't walk far in the garden,

I am in the middle of a broken flower.

Picked a bunch of pale blue chrysanthemums,

Dedicated to you again.

Praise the beginning of Qiu's modern poem 2 "Qiu Ge"

Shimazaki Tōson

autumn

Autumn catches my eye.

Tung-leaf grass flowers hold crystal dew.

The breeze plucked the strings of Ruman.

Green grapes put on purple shirts.

Make nectar mellow and sweet.

autumn

Autumn comes to me.

Late withered vanilla

It has been coated with silvery night cream.

The wine of laughter

Should be full of sad horns.

autumn

Autumn catches my eye.

The vegetation is golden and the autumn colors are all dyed.

Who doesn't revel in this charming autumn

With your flute, I'll sing a gentle song.

A trace of desolation swept over the forehead of wisdom.

Praise the beginning of autumn's modern poem "Bright Moon"

The moon shines on the forest,

On branches and under leaves.

Make a sound,

Ah, the people in my heart.

The pond is like a deep mirror.

Reflecting the shadow of the black willow,

The wind whimpered at the willow tips. ...

Dream on, it's time.

Vast, warm and quiet,

It seems to have dropped,

Starry sky,

This is a happy moment.

The fourth modern poem praising autumn, "I walked through the land of autumn"

I walked through the autumn land, one by one.

Golden leaves. The secret of life fascinates me.

Their trembling and shouting in my hands shocked me.

I looked at them.

My peace is their comfort.

I counted the clear threads.

Just like counting streams in life.

Through the soil and nutrients of agriculture

My idea arrived today.

Dear farmer, my father and brother.

My mother and sister.

Let me harvest with you.

What a wonderful career: sweat and hard work.

In exchange for' harvest, joy and happiness'.

I wish you a thousand times.

Wholeheartedly,

Experience your pain and joy.

I praise the simple agricultural civilization that is disappearing.

I love you farmers like mud.

The beginning of the modern poem "This Autumn" praising autumn 5.

Yes, I understand.

You invited me, my previous life.

I keep my promise, my life.

Disappear, ethereal, yingying place

I'm by your side.

Not on the other side of the galaxy,

Honey, in my arms

You are asleep and smiling.

The dreamer mumbles,

Is this night's dream so sweet?

Yes, I understand.

I wander in your dreams.

I heard you calling my name,

again and again

You love me, don't you? Deep love?

If not, why,

A smile flashed across your mouth.

Yes, I understand.

The silence of the night is long and windy.

Gently fiddle with my heartstrings

If you're listening.

Autumn insects are at your window.

Sing the fairy tale of your dreams.

If you're still listening.

I, like a nightingale, miss the song.

Yes, I understand.

If you still want to hear it,

I am the North Star at night.

I promise to be with you all my life.

Your fleeting time has once again passed through beautiful beauty.

Yes, yes.

I know, I know everything.

Leave some beautiful dreams.

But why?

I woke up in the morning

Tears are crystal clear as dew.

I have always wanted to write a poem for you.

It says different autumn.

Write a different night sky on the road.

In this autumn

Qiu Meng, the sixth modern poem praising Qiu.

The shepherd's bell in the distance,

Shake off the light leaves.

Qiu Meng is light,

This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.

So my dream came quietly,

But it carries a heavy past.

Oh, now, I'm a little cold,

Some are cold, and some are melancholy.