Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
3. In autumn, the red apple opens the green leaves and looks out; Jujube is covered with branches like a little red lantern; Grapes like purple agate hang in strings under the grape trellis. How charming!
There are dead leaves half a foot deep in the forest. As soon as the wind blows, they spin and fly, and then scatter evenly, covering the path that spirals diagonally to the top of the mountain.
In the late autumn sky, the clouds float slowly like knitting wool. In the late autumn sky, clouds are floating slowly like knitting wool.
6. In the golden autumn of October, the sparse leaves on the trees are as dry as dry tobacco leaves. Mother Earth opened her broad mind, as if welcoming and hugging the returning children. The fallen leaves returned to her arms and slept sweetly with the earth.
7. Autumn, a beautiful season, a harvest season, a golden season, is as desirable as a spring full of flowers, as enthusiastic as a hot summer, and as charming as a snowy winter.
8. Autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, autumn breeze is warm and gentle, autumn blue sky and white clouds are elegant, and autumn fields are golden everywhere.
2. Autumn poems create their own 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.
3. The author of his own poem describing autumn/Autumn by Dan K Gui.
The setting sun turned into afterglow, which once attracted the world of mortals.
Lost in the sound of hooves, there is no shadow of the moon.
Life is only a few autumn, but a glass of wine grows after a storm.
Let's be brave and fierce to melt the lonely years.
Those sad stories made it indulge in dust,
Bring a simple pen to depict colorful youth.
The earth that has been silent for thousands of years is calling us.
Pale yellow weeds are full of exuberant life.
The fallen leaves flying all over the sky play the embers of carnival.
We are young and frivolous, full of informal dreams.
Go to tomorrow with passion and welcome the new sun.
4. Write an autumn poem by yourself.
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.