What are the self-created poems describing autumn?

The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. It is leafy to open a courtyard, and it is sad to know that autumn is coming. The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking, and it is exposed to the frosty city. In the new autumn and night, the elegant moon will be round.

The grass is low and the golden city is foggy. Yumen is under the wind. Under the pavilion, under the leaves, autumn clouds begin to fly. Guilin has different scenery, and autumn is like Luoyangchun. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. Autumn wind blows, bamboo forests of every household are whispering, and the pine forests of Wuyue Mountain are covered with a layer of cool color. The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce. Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak. The plane tree leaves in Jinjingbian are yellow, and the night pearl curtain is not rolled out to see the frost. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Autumn is cold, the wind is cold, and the north wind is bleak and refreshing. The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow. The fisherman in the lodge is still ordinary, and the swallow flies in the clear autumn.

The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. Autumn sometimes flies alone, and the sunset is just cold smoke. The rustling trees are far from the forest, and the autumn mountains are half sunset. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves because of the wind, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively. Broken rainbow rain, clear autumn sky, dyed mountains, trimmed eyebrows and new green.

The mountains smeared Wei Yun, and the sky even fell. The grass garden will not fold Hà Thu, leaving fish to cover the sunset. The green pools are all red, but the lotus leaves are still open with the smallest money. The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. There is only one blade, and I don't know how many autumn sounds there are! Crossing the river in the cold wave at night, the forest is full of Yan Huang.