Modern poems on solar terms in the new Millennium

Lead: Entering the "White Dew", you will feel a little cold at night. The following is a short modern poem about the Millennium solar terms. Welcome to enjoy it.

The mountains are restless.

The language of the wind is only understood by leaves.

The footsteps of the deceased are in a hurry.

Looking for a distant grave

All the bodies were covered up.

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The gesture of time will release those birds.

Along with the yellow particles

A humble head can only carry one sword.

Dewdrops in the moonlight are on the paper.

Write white dew

Set today's historical date.

I don't have time to listen to cicadas.

A cricket chirped several times.

Call for the Millennium

You are prepared for lingering sadness.

Make a homesick boat with the first quarter moon.

Welcome those who lost contact.

Boil the love of Monsanto with autumn water.

Keep the fragrance of Jingui.

Look at the circle of Mid-Autumn Festival

Drink a glass of white dew

First frost for life.

The butterfly I saw hid its face and cried.

Its little heart longs to fly like a battle array.

Inflorescence in spring, gathering in summer

When autumn comes, the bamboo basket of homesickness is full of blooming dew.

I still miss it.

Your gentle eyes are like white clouds in the blue sky.

Because of the wrinkles of the years, there are ripples like lakes.

The leaves are yellow, the grass is withered, and the mountains show the texture of stones.

Snow-covered tranquility is a painting embedded in our hearts.

By then, there will be only one wheel left in the world.

Say goodbye to the sunset, drive a boat and rest on the waves of the sea.

Let's drink all the loneliness.

Drink the empty cup full of tears on this earth.

Autumn wind brings coolness.

At dawn, the Millennium is frost.

The grass is covered with a layer of tidbits.

The earth is infected with melancholy.

Paths criss-crossing the fields.

But in the season when ripe fruits are dyed yellow, the land becomes more and more brilliant and golden.

Maple leaves blush with shame.

Chrysanthemums are swaying in the autumn wind.

Sickle takes back fragrant rice

The industrious old farmer laughed more.

Fill the granary

Watching you dance solo in the midnight light.

How I want to hide in your fortress.

I have a dream of glittering and translucent jade in my life.

Missed it, just like one long night after another.

You left with the morning light.

I can only talk to myself.

Put your generous and warm body

Buried in a boring heart

I know, you have self-esteem.

Ploughshare of time

And will cultivate the next autumn flame.

White dew

How much sadness has the sky shed for you?

How much loneliness will there be on the ground?