Poetry about autumn.

Poems about autumn are sunset and lonely Qi Fei. Autumn water is the same as the sky. In August, Uighur soldiers drew bows and arrows, geese flew in the wild and began to howl. The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

Autumn is strong.

Autumn means strong autumn, usually late autumn. From Zhou Bangyan's "Bamboo Clouds Protect the Moon in Four Gardens": "Clouds protect the moon, not enough for Zhu Fei. The mouse shook the dark wall, the firefly broke the window and sneaked into the book. Autumn is strong, idle, in the court. What a prophet with sleeves. "

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I wish you the mood of "crisp autumn", the image of "crisp autumn", the feeling of "thick autumn" and the interest of "a new autumn night, a graceful moon". When the autumnal equinox comes, I want to send my best wishes.

Autumn is in the Woods. The Woods are yellow. The leaves of ginkgo tree turned yellow and floated to the mother's feet, just like handfuls of small fans, fanning away the summer heat. The falling rain makes the leaves tremble. The trees that once brought us harvest have left lonely branches under the destruction of wind and rain.

The autumn wind blows gently, and the night becomes longer; Autumn rain, greetings are busy; Autumn is strong and healthy; Don't panic when the autumnal equinox comes; Tips, come and help: drink more water and wear more clothes, don't catch cold in the morning and evening, take care of yourself and feel comfortable! Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

You can't see the father's love in spring, but you can feel it, because blowing your face is not cold, but you can feel the father's love in summer, but you can't see it, because the father's love in summer is hot and cold, but you don't have it in your hand, but you have it in your heart, because spring flowers, autumn fruits and autumn are all in winter.

When I came to the field, I immediately saw a beautiful picture. Golden rice came into view. The rice was covered with fruits, and the rice was bent by the weight. A breeze blew, and golden rice swayed with the wind, like a golden ocean. This year's harvest must be good.

Autumn is very close, as if only the distance between last night and this morning! You are in my heart. I can't see you, because Qian Shan is full of water! "Autumn" is so far away that there are four seasons! Looking at you in the distance quietly, the scenery is beautiful but blurred in my sight!