An English poem about autumn: Qiu Ge by Ellen Roberta Field.
Golden and red trees
Nod to the breeze,
When it whispered, "winter is near;
Brown nuts fell down.
Under the loud call of the wind,
Because this is the autumn of the year.
Goodbye, sweet flower!
Through the bright summer days
You filled our hearts with joy.
We will miss you very much,
However, you must go,
Because this is the autumn of the year.
It's getting cold now,
With the increase of age,
The grass is brown and dry;
Brave robin
Left his lair,
Because this is the autumn of the year.
I prayed softly.
At the end of the day,
Lovely children,
May be pure growth
Wooly snow
It was after the autumn of a year.
English poem about autumn: I am behind Shakespeare, May of the year.
At that time of year, you may see it in me.
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, hang.
On those branches trembling with cold,
Bare ruins choir, where sweet birds sing.
In me, you see the dawn of this day.
Just like after the sun goes down, the sun goes down;
Gradually, the night took it away,
The second self of death closes everything in rest.
In me, you see the brilliance of this flame,
Lying on the ashes of his youth,
As a bed of death, it must end,
Swallowed by what nourishes it.
You are aware of this, which makes your love stronger.
Love the well that you will leave soon.
You can see autumn in me.
William of England? Shakespeare
You can see autumn in me,
When all the yellow leaves fall off, or just in twos and threes.
Hanging on the withered branches, the cable is shaking?
Hundreds of birds once sang in the abandoned music scene.
You may have seen the light in me,
After sunset, it disappeared to the west;
Night, the incarnation of death, gradually drives it away,
Yan Jing's rest caged all kinds of disputes.
You may see embers on me,
It is dying in the cold ashes of youth,
Sooner or later, you will lose your soul in a bleak mental bed.
Destroyed by the flame that nourished it.
Seeing this, your love will be strengthened.
Because he will leave you soon, but never to return.
Autumn Autumn is an English poem about autumn.
Thomas Ernest Hulme
Thomas? Ernest? Hume
A chill in the autumn night
A wisp of cold air floated out of the door in autumn night,
I went outside and saw the red moon leaning on the hedge, like a red-faced farmer.
I saw a red moon leaning on the hedge, like a red-faced farmer.
I didn't stop to talk, but nodded, surrounded by eager stars.
I didn't stop to talk, just nodded, surrounded by thoughtful stars.
With a white face like a city child.
White face, like a city child.