Treasure Island in autumn.
Wen Xu Sheng.
One. One clothes and two hearts are the same, and there are feelings throughout the blue sky.
The scars of history should be erased, and now the autumn wind has risen.
Two. Looking at the end of the world, two tears are falling, and the west wind is rising or sorrowful.
has been exiled for a long time, and the biological mother is not deceived in her arms.
Three. The nostalgia is full of heart, and the west wind fills the city.
After the harvest of ten thousand acres and the beginning of autumn, who in the world can stop the return?
Four. The voice of a country is deep on both sides of the strait, and the autumn wind rises and grows again.
Treacherous and evil are difficult to accomplish in the end, and the longitudinal separation is still connected to that heart.
Xiao Chongshan] Wen Xu Sheng belt.
Dotted fluorescent lights on the window. It's so quiet tonight, and there is still the sound of the wind. Autumn cool steals in the two eyebrows. The streamer is fast, but it is light everywhere.
Trivia runs through life. The scar of the infatuated cheek is called the aftermath. Pronounce surnames and first names often. After parting, nothing will be accomplished.
Xiao Chongshan] Wen Xu Sheng belt.
The rain curtain is like a dream. The sound of autumn has arrived, who will fall. The door is not to avoid the bustle. At this time, I look forward to drinking the tea of the deceased.
Last year, it leaked into sand. There are marks on the forehead, which cannot be covered. Tonight is chaotic. A page of note, the moon shadow is oblique in the middle.
Xiao Chongshan] Wen Xu Sheng belt.
Rain lines weave the net frequency. The two filaments are knotted, who is it? There are always two neighbors in the world. Lovesickness, easy to forget the dawn.
Step on the red dust. The years are hidden between the eyebrows, to be revisited. Now there is a silent court door. In the memories, it is all about that time.
Xiao Chongshan] Wen Xu Sheng belt.
I don't know the moonset window for a long time. Before the case, Yin stroked the volume, like an idiot. Green lanterns spend late at night. The characters in the note are gradually written and blurred.
The story is not surprising. There should be a thorn in this heart, and I am afraid to mention it again. Xiang Feng wanted to ask why it was too late. Autumn has arrived, and it is cool through the clothes of the deceased.
Xiao Chongshan] Wen Xu Sheng belt.
The rain is temporary. The clear wave wind wrinkled, full of pool marks. Looking at the mountains from afar, the color is like smoke. High in the sky, the stratus clouds come and go.
The embankment stone stands light. Bright eyes pretend to be the earth, and people are together. The mind flutters like dust. Who can make a few lines.
Xiao Chongshan] Wen Xu Sheng belt.
The moon hangs sad clouds like poetry. The song of the insect is played, and it is heartfelt. A few plum branches are painted on plain paper. Should be emaciated, thin in the right and wrong.
Sideburns are difficult to age. The wind is noisy by the window, and it is not appropriate. The courtyard is cold and sparsely populated. A few wisps of love, tossing and turning thousands of times.
Xiao Chongshan] Wen Xu Sheng belt.
There are always lights that are on in the middle of the night. Eyebrows pile up the past, how to arrange. Flirting with the moon shouldn't be. The early autumn colors are full of falls.
A long street of singing and dancing. Wearing the downtown area, it seems to be endless. The west wind wisps in. It's hard to cover the heat, and the old days are a little sad.
Xiao Chongshan] Wen Xu Sheng belt.
Lu Yu Qiuzhi tears a few points. Looking far away from the window, who is it?
Outside the green hills, around the mountain village. A dream on credit, a dream in a dream.
The moon is next to the white clouds. The wind is the same as the temples, and it is always Yin.
Some years have been renovated. The road is full of stars, and you can break through the red dust together.
About the Author. 
Xu Shengdai (pen name: Tianya Guke), Han nationality, native of Beiqi Town, Yangdong District, Yangjiang City, Guangdong, president of Lingxi Poetry Society, and editorial board member of "Huazhou Poetry Garden". His works were selected for "Pastoral", "Poetry is the Most Beautiful Struggler Song", and "Shanghai Poetry Leaves". Since childhood, he has been fond of literature, music, calligraphy and painting, and chess, especially classical Chinese poetry.