Modern poetry describing autumn harvest

You must have read classic poems in your study, work and life on weekdays. Poetry has the characteristics of harmonious phonology, distinct rhythm and catchy mouth. Do you know what kind of poetry is classic? The following is a collection of recent poems (selected 15) describing the autumn harvest for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Dream of autumn

Bamboo seed

When standing at the window in hot summer,

I started daydreaming about autumn as scheduled.

In autumn, it used to be

This is a chaotic season.

I haven't put my hand out yet.

It wraps my whole body.

Xia Feng blew away autumn.

Dragging a sleepy curtain

Footprints sneak into my dream box.

A smile stayed quietly on my cheek.

Winter has passed and spring is still cold.

Summer and autumn are different, lofty.

I began to fantasize about autumn.

I missed it. The maple leaves are as red as Chardonnay.

Miss its golden rice fields.

Think about its deep accumulation after summer.

Think of it as a dream in its heyday.

Fallen leaves make it elegant and noble.

Fallen leaves make it meditate and crawl.

It turns out that autumn

This makes me think a lot

expensive

I have a soft spot for it.

Yi nian nian

If you long for it and don't leave.

Are the four seasons the same as autumn?

The leaves of blowing in the wind

Autumn is coming, autumn is coming,

The branches are shaking and the leaves are fluttering.

Red leaves float, yellow leaves float,

Like petals falling.

Pick up a yellow leaf,

Sew a coat for the doll;

Pick up two yellow leaves,

Sewing gloves for dolls;

Pick up three more red leaves,

Sew a little red riding hood for the doll!

autumn

Fell in a rice field—

The fields are yellow and the ears of rice are bent;

Autumn in the cotton field—

The field is white and the cotton fruit opens its mouth;

Fall in the vegetable field—

The fields are green, and the vegetables are dressed in green.

The autumn rain flowed and moistened the earth.

Wiped the blue sky, washed the white clouds and watered people's smiling faces.

autumn wind

Autumn wind, are you red?

Look, you have dyed so many sorghum into red flames.

Autumn wind, are you yellow?

Look, you have dyed countless ears of wheat golden.

Autumn wind, are you white?

Look, you dyed the cotton ball as white and dazzling as snowflakes.

Oh, autumn wind! You must have an invisible colored marker;

Otherwise, how can you make the whole leaf so gorgeous and brilliant?

The leaves of blowing in the wind

Autumn is coming, autumn is coming,

The branches are shaking and the leaves are fluttering.

Red leaves float, yellow leaves float,

Like petals falling.

Pick up a yellow leaf,

Sew a coat for the doll;

Pick up two yellow leaves,

Sewing gloves for dolls;

Pick up three more red leaves,

Sew a little red riding hood for the doll!

fallen leaves

It's windy and cold,

Blow away the leaves one by one,

It's like a telegram,

Drive swallows back to the south.

Like a boat,

Send winter food to ants.

Swallows and ants sing in unison:

Thank you, kind teacher Qiu.

maple leaf

Maple leaf, maple leaf,

Let me ask you something,

Your little palm,

Why is it so red?

Bang bang bang,

Welcome miss Qiu,

Clap your hands and turn red.

Autumn colors

Xiaomi said, "Autumn is yellow."

Sorghum said, "Autumn is red."

Cotton said, "Autumn is white."

The pine tree said, "Autumn is green."

The land says, "Autumn is colorful."

Qiuxin

In autumn, I will write to you.

Use leaves as writing paper and ask Feng to be a postman.

Lazy postman, wherever he goes,

Throw away the letter,

Some letters fell on the squirrel's head,

Some letters were left beside the frog.

The goose on the road also took a page home.

In the pond, on the grass,

Autumn letters are everywhere.

autumn

Where is autumn,

It's fall here.

Sorghum blushed,

Rice smiled and bent down,

There are persimmons on the branches,

Grapes hang on the shelf.

fallen leaves

As soon as the leaves fall, autumn will leave soon.

Fallen leaves are the invitation of winter.

As soon as the leaves fell, the sun dimmed.

Fallen leaves are tea leaves soaked in the sun.

As soon as the leaves fall, the snow will come soon.

Fallen leaves are the cousins of snowflakes.

Time to go, time to go,

The difference is that,

Quiet, quiet,

The writing of this article,

In the future,

The welcome of welcome.

Autumn is singing.

Listening to the songs of autumn,

Charming melody cuts through the melancholy of summer,

The brisk tone dyed green into gold.

Hard-working plowman, with a hoe,

Immersed in the harvest music.

Autumn is singing, a year's harvest,

Infinite dreams, in songs,

Sowed deep hope.

Missing in autumn

The sunshine becomes gentle and cold,

On a leaf,

Turn enemies into friends with the autumn wind.

Appreciate each other,

It can't be green,

Can't warm up,

Silent autumn wind,

Trembling to open the autumn letter,

It immediately warmed rehmannia glutinosa,

Go home, go home,

Leaves are just migratory birds in autumn,

The wind, tell a tree like this.

Autumn is coming

Little leaves, floating and floating,

Floating in the air like a bird.

Little leaves, floating and floating,

Floating on the ground to sleep.

The color of autumn wind

What color is autumn wind?

Sorghum said it was red,

Xiaomi said it was yellow,

The pod says it is brown. ...

The child coming down from the mountain said:

This is all wrong.

The autumn wind is colorful,

Don't believe me, look at my basket. ...