My own autumn harvest poem 1. Poetry about autumn (self-creation)
Rainy September
Time retention
Memory forgets to stop.
This is a season full of love.
Lonely story
In the years when he and I were inseparable.
Can't stand the neglect of eyes.
Accidentally remind of
It is the overlap of silence in eyes.
The last month cooled by time
You hold my hand.
Whose name is written on the title page of the story?
September 25, 1965 438+00
Fourth quarter
September
Leave without feeling
I hold your hand tightly.
Afraid you'll wave goodbye outside the window, too
October
It was I who walked through the long street with drizzling rain.
It is you,
It was made in my short time.
The story took place in 1 1 month.
Chapter II Autumn
You hide in the book.
I didn't turn to page 520.
It's December again
The snow that kissed you is falling in the sky.
The annual rings are another round.
I stopped on the title page of the fable.
Autumn harvest poems are written by modern writers.
Poems about Autumn in Modern Poetry "Autumn Night on the River" Liu Dabai's homing bird, though hooked, went back with the sunset on its back. When its wings flip, it throws the sunset on the river; Reed with white head also makes up a beauty in an instant. (1923) Autumn morning leaves you in the dark, covered with stars and frost. I have suffered from the hard washing of holy water. You stepped on my back. Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again! At this last moment, I opened my eyes, put my hands around the feet of the sun, watched the leaves tremble and dance, and listened to the sound of the city until I shed tears of joy! (1934) "Shanghai-Hangzhou Train" Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear as a dream, vague, looming,-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age! (1928) "Whispering" Xu Zhimo's autumn rain is a first-class cold autumn pool, a gaunt autumn willow, a timid autumn branch, a yellow autumn leaf, listening to his kiss, whispering Sanqiu's feelings and love stories, and finally gently brushing him away in autumn eyes. The plot of love poems also falls into the autumn halo of autumn eyes, whirling around the autumn stream. (1July 2, 9221day) Autumn moon, autumn moon of Xu Zhimo! Who can afford to scratch and crawl romantically with silver fingertips? I don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, but I can't help crying with the touch of its jade fingers! That's it: boring clouds, the beauty of the autumn moon, cold eyes and cold clothes to attend this happy wedding and funeral. (19221October 6) Autumn Moon Xu Zhimo is like moonlight. Tonight, because we are all looking up-look at it, full of charm, it rises from the clouds like a mob-it looks particularly bright and round. It spreads out on the road, it floats on the water, and it dips in the bottom like sad weeds; It lingers on the eaves of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its glory, it caresses the ruins of tombs scattered outside the city and inside the city, and it wants to see new and old ghosts in the constant sound of birds singing. It also stands like us, its eyes shining and chewing the biting shade: silver lingering poetry is like star phosphorus on the water. Dancing in the air full of dew, listening to the songs of the four fields-eternal humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, darkness mixed with heat, in this quiet autumn night and the vastness of autumn fields, the greatness of "melting" spread the baby's smile in all tiny depths! (1930 10 month) "Qiu Meng" Dai Wangshu's sheep bell shook off the light leaves. Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess. So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past. Oh, now, I'm a little cold, a little cold and a little depressed. (193 1 Frostflower October, misty girl, come to my temples. You decorated with autumn leaves, you decorated with monotonous death, misty girls, come and put on your plain flowers for me. Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun is no longer rekindled. I watched the sideburns fall, so I ushered in the autumn decorated by you. (19351October) Qiu Du even issued a mature tone, and the rainy and noisy summer passed. I no longer think about the severe and sultry test and the detailed memory of dangerous swimming. I have experienced the ground breaking in the spring bud, the distortion and injury in the bud growth, and these branches are also crazy in the hot sun. In the season of wisdom and emotional maturity, the river seems to come from a deeper source. Turbulent airflow fermented into transparent wine in the valley; What autumn is blowing? The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. Street trees also imply something in red, and the wheels of bicycles are shining with vitality. The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude, and the autumn sunshine scans the harvest information on it. (1autumn of 979) I came to Jiangnan for the first time in the autumn when chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Li Ji. Although I came in a hurry and was very busy, your beauty exceeded my imagination by a thousand times. Looking at your beautiful city, the most beautiful picture loses its color; Walking in the beautiful water town makes you pale. Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: I can't find a word to describe you in the word bag. People say, "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below". Heaven is just an illusion that people weave according to your appearance. I know you can't show your magic in autumn. All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers. However, I want to go back, I want to take this blade of grass back. I want to take this blade of grass to the desert, and I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown. I want to plant it on the Gobi desert, and I want to say to my villagers, "Irrigation it with our sweat, and make our big Gobi look like Jiangnan!" " (1August 957) "Qiu Ge-I" Autumn has come in Guo Xiaochuan, and geese have called; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! When the ears of grain are ripe, the cicadas disappear; Life on earth is sweeter and better! Coastal pine, wind and waves; Osmanthus fragrans in the south of the Yangtze River, Xiangman Avenue, and horses on the grassland have all gained weight; Northeast Castle Peak, Albert Venn Dicey Hat. Ah, autumn, autumn moon, which one has never been printed with our efforts! Ah, autumn flowers, autumn fruits and autumn red leaves have never soaked our sweat! The mountains of history are stacked on top of each other! We climbed the slope 10 feet high and took 100 steps again. The journey of fighting is endless! We broke through thousands of hectares of barren sand and snow in Wan Li. Looking back, the ground is solid, the ditch is deep and the west wind is strong. Excuse me: who doesn't touch the long counselor with their hands? Wildfire in the wind will never go out! There are many risks, so there are many.
3. What poems describe autumn harvest?
1. In the fragrance of rice flowers, it is said that the harvest year is good, listen to the frogs. -Xin Qiji's Broken Array in Southern Song Dynasty
2. I like watching thousands of waves in rice fields and heroes dying everywhere. -Mao Zedong's Seven Laws of Shaoshan
3. Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, plants and trees fall yellow, and geese return to the south. -Liu Han Che's autumn wind poem
4. The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is shaking and revealing frost. -Three Kingdoms Wei Cao Pi Ge Yanxing
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. -Tang Li Bai's Farewell to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.
6. Autumn wind is blowing, and Dongting waves are under the leaves. -Chu Ci of the Warring States Period Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang"
Words describing the autumn harvest:
1. Autumn wind brings a cool feeling.
2. A cluster of golden yellow: describes the maturity of fruits and rice in autumn.
3. Continuous autumn rain: Continuous autumn rain.
4. fruity: fruity, fruity: continuous string.
5. Autumn wind blowing: autumn wind bursts.
6. Quite critical: Learn about the arrival of autumn with the help of fallen leaves.
7. Spring planting and autumn harvest: Spring planting and autumn harvest.
8. Daoxiang: In autumn, the rice is ripe and has a fragrance.
9. The grain is abundant: Deng: Mature. It means good years and abundant crops.
10. In a good year, the crops are ripe. When the year is good, the crops are abundant.
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4. Autumn Harvest Poetry
1, Daohuaxiang says harvest, listen to frogs. -Xin Qiji's Broken Array in Southern Song Dynasty
Interpretation: In the fragrance of rice flowers, people talk about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if to say the harvest year.
2. I like watching thousands of waves in rice fields and heroes dying everywhere. -Mao Zedong's Seven Laws of Shaoshan
Interpretation: I like to see a lot of crops rolling like waves, and all the peasant heroes come back from work in the twilight.
3. Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, plants and trees fall yellow, and geese return to the south. -Liu Han Che's autumn wind poem
Commentary: Autumn wind is blowing in Bai Yunfei. The grass and trees are yellow, and the geese return to the south. Beautiful orchids and fragrant chrysanthemums.
4, the autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, and the vegetation shakes the frost. -Three Kingdoms Wei Cao Pi Ge Yanxing
Interpretation: The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, the vegetation withers, and the dew becomes frost. Swallows leave and swans fly south. I miss my lover who has traveled far away, and I am deeply saddened.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. -Tang Li Bai's Farewell to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.
Interpretation: Wan Chuihong Yan returns to the south. Faced with this scene, they can climb the tall building and have a good drink.
6. In the autumn of August, the wind roared, and my Sanhe grass was rolled up. -Tang Du Fu's "The Hut Was Blown by Autumn Wind"
Commentary: In the late autumn of August, the wind roared, and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof.
7, autumn wind, Dongting wave leaves. -Chu Ci of the Warring States Period Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang"
Interpretation: The cool autumn wind keeps blowing, the waves in Dongting Lake rise, and the leaves fall on the shore. Integrate feelings into the scene and dye feelings with the scene; Qiu Shui's swan song is known as the "ancestor of autumn".
8, sad autumn is also angry! Bleak, vegetation is declining, travel far, climb the mountain near the water and return. -Nine Arguments by Chu and Song Yu in the Warring States Period
Interpretation: Sadness, the breath brought by autumn, bleak, grass, wood, shaking, falling, declining, mourning loneliness, as if in a long journey, climbing up and down, a year will pass.
9, Lu Ting leaves more, knowing that it is autumn. -Tao Jin Yuanming rewards Liu Chai Sang.
Interpretation: In the blink of an eye before I realized that autumn had come, there were many fallen leaves in the yard.
10, new autumn night, graceful and full moon. -Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in the Middle of June in the Year of Wushen"
Interpretation: Early autumn dusk, the scenery is far wide, and the high moon is round.
5. Modern poems about "Autumn" (self-created)
Poems about autumn are as follows:
1, autumn morning
Farewell, starry night, first frost, I suffered from the pain of hard washing of holy water, and you stepped on my back.
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again! At this last moment, I opened my eyes,
Holding the feet of the sun with both hands, look, the leaves tremble, the flowers dance and listen to the sound of the city until you cry with joy!
2. Frost flowers
September frost flower, October frost flower, misty girl, come to my temples. Decorate with autumn leaves, you decorate with monotonous death,
Misty girl, come and pin your innocent flowers for me. Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun has not been rekindled.
I watched my sideburns fall, so I ushered in the autumn decorated by you.
3. Autumn
Even the pigeon whistle sounds mature, and the rainy and noisy summer has passed. Don't think about that severe and sultry exam any more.
Detail memory in dangerous swimming. After the ground breaking of spring germination, the distortion and injury of bud growth,
These branches are crazy in the hot sun, and they almost lose their way in the rainy night. Now, there is not a cloud in the plain sky.
The mountains and rivers are bright and clean, and the vision is exceptionally broad; In the season of wisdom and emotional maturity, the river seems to come from a deeper source.
Turbulent airflow ferments in the valley to form transparent good wine; What autumn is blowing?
The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. Street trees also imply something red,
The wheels of the bicycle are shining with vitality; The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude, and Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.
4. "Jiangnan Grass"
In the autumn when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, I first came to Jiangnan. Although I came and went in a hurry,
But you are a thousand times more beautiful than I thought. Looking at your beautiful city,
The most beautiful picture has lost its color; Walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal swan song is eclipsed.
Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: I can't find a word to describe you in my vocabulary.
People say that "there is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world", and heaven is just an illusion that people weave according to your appearance.
I know you can't show your magic in autumn. All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers.
But I'm going back. I'm going back with this blade of grass.
I want to take this blade of grass to the desert. I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I'm going to plant it in the Gobi desert, and I'm going to tell my family:
"Watered with our sweat, let our big Gobi become like Jiangnan!"
5. "One of Qiu Ge"
Autumn is coming, and geese are crowing; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! When the ears of grain are ripe, the cicadas disappear;
Life on earth is sweeter and better! Coastal pine and cypress, wind and waves; Osmanthus fragrans in the south of the Yangtze River is full of fragrance.
Good horses on the grassland have gained weight; Castle peak in the northeast, wearing a snow hat. Ah, autumn, autumn water, autumn moon,
Our efforts have never printed anything! Ah, autumn flowers, autumn fruits and autumn red leaves have never soaked our sweat!
The mountains of history are stacked on top of each other! We climbed hundreds of steps ten feet high. The journey of fighting is endless!
We broke through a thousand hectares of barren sand and snow in Wan Li. Looking back, I see: the foundation is solid, the ditch is deep and the west wind is strong. Excuse me: who doesn't touch the long counselor with their hands?
Wildfire in the wind will never go out! There are many dangers, and there are also many brave people. A fishing boat braving the wind and waves is as light as a butterfly!
How difficult it is, how bold it is. I used to spend the night with the brigade, but now I sing "Iron is like a mighty pass".
My comrades and I went to Huang Yangjie, and the White Army died in the wilderness!
Only the flowing water of the river is surging, and the red flag of fighting will never come! Only the pride of the warriors is growing day by day,
I have seen the harvest season year after year. Oh, autumn is coming, and geese are crowing;
The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! ..... Oh, the ears of grain are ripe, and the cicada is gone.
Life on earth is sweeter and better! ……
6. Modern poetry about autumn is urgent.
autumn
Autumn is blue sky and yellow leaves.
There are mountains and forests everywhere in autumn.
In autumn, rice waves are rolling and fruitful.
Autumn is the moon cake of Mid-Autumn Festival and the cake of Chongyang.
Autumn is colorful and full of vitality.
Autumn is gentle,
She is like a mother, pregnant with every seed;
Autumn is sentimental because she has so many children.
Seeds sown in spring will be harvested in autumn!
Autumn is colorful,
Yellow leaves, green trees and red flowers,
Show you its beauty and moving!
Autumn is floating, and she gives us a good season of autumn;
Autumn is fruitful, and she gives us a golden harvest season;
Autumn is refreshing and charming. She is always full of elegant poetry ... autumn is a poem.
Autumn is a painting,
Autumn is a song,
Autumn is a beautiful dream.
7. Did you write any autumn poems?
autumn
Leave silently.
Took the yellow leaves.
Took away the refreshing sky.
Leaving only the raging winter
Frozen, Qianshan.
Frozen thousands of waters
expect
Greetings from next autumn. ...
autumn
Trees, leaving yesterday's lush,
Today, yellow and desolation have become your face.
In this autumn,
So it quietly approached someone else's diary.
Leaves, floating down, very free and easy,
But I didn't know it carried Ye Er's attachment to roots.
Birds wander in the blue sky,
Every piece is a tear for people.
Lying quietly where it belongs,
Let the autumn wind blow gently.
Poetry,-"Red leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn,
A journey of a thousand miles. Where the clouds go, no letter will return to the flood.
Where can I send books? Tears are endless,
The red label is colorless. "
Iraqis are on the water side, and autumn is a poem of missing.
Man, in autumn,
Taste the taste of autumn,
Nostalgia, with its profound charm,
In autumn, there is a figure overlooking the lake.
It's a girl's memory of brushing her bow in front of a wooden mirror.
Rain, gently swirling. It feels good to lift it.
There is warmth in my heart, only because of the care from afar.
A tree, a fallen leaf, a poem,
A person, a shower,
In late autumn, the past and feelings flowing in the river of years are strung on the bamboo pole and patted gently.
There is a smell of dust in the warm sunshine.