Poetry describing autumn is self-created.

It was a rainy September, but I forgot to stop. This is a season full of love. Very lonely, very upside down. I can't stand that my eyes are ignored in the years I don't care. Occasionally, it is silence in my eyes. At the end of the month, the time is getting cold. You took my hand and wrote down whose name on the title page of the story. 2065 438+00. 9. 25 I left in September in the fourth quarter, but I didn't feel it. I hold your hand tightly in case you wave goodbye outside the window. October is the long street I walked through in the drizzle. It's you, the ending story of my fleeting time. It happened in the autumn of the second chapter in November. You hid in the book, but I didn't turn to page 520. In December, snow rings kissed you under the sky, but I stopped on the title page of the fable 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. It is difficult to keep looking up at the starry sky, the stars are exquisite, the moon is like a golden hook, the geese sing with the phoenix tree, the flowers in front of the pine tree sway, the paper lanterns sway, and the cool wind sweeps the ears. If the autumn wind is late, I don't know how to leave the world. Why is it so painful to leave people since ancient times? Drunk as a dream, the moon shines on the jade building tonight. Let's raise our glasses and invite the autumn wind to relieve our worries. The autumn wind gently blew away the leaves on the tree. Leaves turn yellow, wither, burn and become a pile of ashes. This is the autumn leaves. Autumn leaves is my original work. I hope you like it. The frost soaked for a season falls in the sigh of the morning sun. Who wears a blooming chrysanthemum on her head and walks through the intoxicating blue sky? Picking up the mulberry leaf leaning against the corner, it was moved by the acidity of deep purple. Last season, it was full of infiltration and for a long time. It was raining, but I forgot to stop.