"Autumn Series" group of poems

"The End of Autumn"

The rain passes through the glass, through the sunset and the trees with open hands

It's like an illusion, as if you're behind me,

"As if ......" no longer resembles, I hate many words

I open my chest, and a tree grows,

You said that after evening people began to slow down, and many things faded

She walked on a pier from the past

Her back was faint, flickering bright and dark,

The wind blew away the moon in front of the window, and we talked,

Laughing a poem from the "hazy body" to the "lower body"

Autumn is only a chair left, rocking in the memory,

At this time, there is a breeze urging the drizzle,

and a snowy ...... in time for winter

Autumn Poems

Someone stood in the distance and shouted,

Hands bent into trumpets, someone runs in the fall,

Autumn is a vegetarian, it's a hair dryer "yes, it's a mother."

"I was standing on the road, waiting to put my head in the mirror on the side of the road

Looking forward to the upside-down world with gray emotions,

Your exposed joints converge in the fall, and the cold is frantically converging

All you have to do is open your head

Seeing the shy green of life,

I know that my poems, I know her body

With her three-and-a-half-year-old emotions, I know how to go,

I hope it doesn't stop, because the sunset is as long as the road,

I miss the days of wearing school badges,

Nostalgia is a wind that blows from my past life to your present life......

Autumn Leaves

The wind began to howl, and I remembered that I hadn't picked up my pen again in the past few days.

I didn't make up a piece of the past, and I tempered my heart or

Shake off my psalms, look like an outsider,

I looked up at the branches above my head,

Looking at their lives, destroyed and abandoned,

"Shhh

Written in silence, the wind is thick, autumn stands in the clouds,

Are you thinking about a vermouth,

They never knew each other again,

Screaming, twisting their faces, growling, angry

They can no longer stand on their feet, and love has loved

It should be worth it, one, two......

They are dying in autumn and returning in spring