A poem about autumn 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.
2. What are the ancient poems about autumn?
1, a leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of my dream.
_ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Night Rain of the Water Fairy 2. Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and ancient roads are thin. _ _ _ _ Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" 3. After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night.
_ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains 4. Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island. _ _ _ _ Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha" 5. Sunset, lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * sky color.
_ _ _ _ Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting 6. In the past, I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. _ _ _ _ He Zhu's Heart Bitter Willow Back to the Pond 7. Until September 8th in Qiu Lai, I will be killed after Bloom.
_ _ _ _ Huang Chao's "The Last Chrysanthemum" 8. Blue has a show. Xi Chrysanthemum has a fragrance, and you can't forget it. _ _ _ _ Liu Che's Autumn Poems 9. The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river.
_ _ _ _ Ye Shaoweng's Night Book 10 Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window to think about the past and setting the sun. _ _ _ _ Na Lanxingde's "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Autumn is also called autumn, which is the third season of the four seasons. The transition season from summer to winter is from September to 165438+ 10 in the northern hemisphere, from March to May in the southern hemisphere, and from autumnal equinox to winter solstice in astronomy.
Meteorologists study phenology according to the following criteria: after the summer heat, the five-day average temperature is below 22 degrees for autumn, and it ends below 10 degrees. The most obvious change in the natural landscape is in the trees. Many fallen leaves will be cleaned up in the city, and many tourists will flock to the mountains to see the red leaves.
3. 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.
4. Original poems about autumn
Reciting autumn poems
fallen leaves
Ye yiluo
Autumn is coming soon.
Fallen leaves are the invitation of winter.
Ye yiluo
The sun will fade.
Fallen leaves are tea leaves soaked in the sun.
Ye yiluo
Snowflakes are coming soon.
Fallen leaves are the cousins of snowflakes.
Time to go. Time to go.
The difference between the two
Quiet. Quiet.
The writing of this article
The future that should come.
A welcome welcome
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autumn
Since Qiu Lai.
The sky will be high.
Dark clouds will disappear.
It's cool to be angry
This kind of fruit is only sweet.
There is only fragrance left in the leaves.
All the cattle and sheep have become fat.
The fields have turned into paintings.
The countryside is full of beautiful scenery.
-This is the autumn world.
On the glittering cotton petals
Autumn is white.
On the heavy ears of grain
Autumn is golden.
On the Dulu-Dulu grape.
Autumn is purple.
The jujube trees are covered with small lanterns.
Autumn is red.
In a vegetable field.
Autumn is green.
In the gurgling stream
Autumn is blue.
Oh, since Qiu Lai.
October is coming on the wings of singing.
Flowers are in full bloom, accompanied by beautiful pictures of their wedding.
Smile and dance with joyful notes.
The red flag rises with the scenery of Xia Hong.
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Give me a fallen leaf.
Give me a fallen leaf, I like it.
Because there is still wind on the leaves.
Because there are birds singing at the tip of the leaf.
I thought I could put wings on my memory.
Give me a fallen leaf, I like it.
I saw bees and butterflies flying on the leaves, collecting sunlight.
I heard the rain dripping on the leaves and playing the timbre of the strings.
I think I can draw a picture for the gardener.
Give me a fallen leaf, I like it.
I can read the body language of fallen leaves.
I can read the background carved on the back of fallen leaves.
I think this is seasonal.
Give me a fallen leaf.
I like ...
I thought it was tea brewed with sunlight.
Pour it into my heart cup
Let the fallen leaves fall
Moisturize my life.
5. Write an autumn poem by yourself
autumn
summer
Hot weather
one day
There is a west wind blowing.
It's getting cold.
Autumn is coming.
smell
I can smell it from time to time.
The fragrance of passion fruit
Autumn is fragrant.
look
This tree is full of knots.
Apples, pears and peaches ...
Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow.
Autumn is colorful.
listen to
The wind blew gently through the wheat fields.
The wheat waves rustled.
Like a golden ocean.
Autumn is a concert.
Autumn is the harvest season.
This is also a happy season.
6. Modern poetry 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! ……