He Qifang
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.
On the river in autumn night? Liu Dabai
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
Dove? Hu Shi
Clouds are light and the sky is high. What a late autumn weather!
There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air.
Look at them in twos and threes,
Back and forth,
Iraq is like Italy,—
Abrupt, turn it over and reflect the sunshine, white lining the sky, very beautiful!
Autumn morning? Yu Yu Yu
Goodbye, starry night,
I have suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,
You stepped on my back,
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!
At this last moment, I opened my eyes.
Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.
Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,
Until you cry with joy!
Occasionally in the autumn of 19 1 1 year.
I'm surprised that Qiu Lai is human, and I dare to send a spring essay to my pen.
The sea of dust is affectionate, and the golden wind is bleak.
When I was old, I returned to osawa, but my dreams failed and my teeth were cold.
I heard that pheasants are lonely, as if the stars are dying.
1.
Qiu Ge-Warmth is elegant.
The fallen leaves finished their last trembling.
The flowers disappeared into the blue eyes of the lake.
The anvil in July is still far away.
warm
There are no wild geese in Liao Qiongqiu's sky.
Write down their beautiful sonnets.
warm
Horseshoe leaves and flowers.
On the hill road in the south.
The singer left a broken rhyme.
In the dim temples in the north
Autumn, autumn left nothing.
Leaving only a warmth.
Leaving only a warmth.
Everything was left behind.
2.
Li Ji of Jiangnan Grass
In the autumn when chrysanthemums are in full bloom,
It's my first time in Jiangnan.
Although I came and went in a hurry,
But you are a thousand times more beautiful than I thought.
Looking at your beautiful city,
The most beautiful picture has lost its color;
Strolling in the beautiful water town,
Even eternal songs are pale.
Your beauty makes me feel ashamed;
There are no words to describe you in the bag.
People say that "there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below",
Heaven is just a fantasy that people weave in your image.
I know you can't show your magic in autumn,
All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers.
But I'm going back,
I'm going back with this blade of grass.
I'm going to the desert with this blade of grass,
I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I'm going to plant it in the Gobi desert,
I also want to say to my family:
"Water it with our sweat,
Let our big Gobi become like Jiangnan! "
3.
Du in autumn
Even the pigeon whistle makes a mature tone,
In the past, rainy and noisy summers.
Don't think about that severe and sultry exam any more.
Detail memory in dangerous swimming.
After breaking ground in the bud of spring,
Twisting and damage in bud growth,
These branches are also growing wildly in the hot sun.
I almost got lost on a rainy night.
Now, there is not a cloud in the plain sky.
The mountains and rivers are bright and clean, and the vision is exceptionally broad;
The season of wisdom and emotional maturity,
The river also seems to come from a deeper source.
Turbulence is fermented,
Brewing transparent wine in the valley;
What autumn is blowing? An intoxicating smell.
Autumn flowers and autumn leaves have been dyed deep.
Street trees also imply something red,
The wheels of the bicycle are shining with vitality;
The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude.
Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.