Writing Autumn Poems in Hometown 1 Missing Autumn in Hometown (Poetry Group)
Ask you wild chrysanthemum
Why did you choose this midnight?
So even a needle fell to the ground.
It will also make a loud midnight.
Open in silence
Your eyes run to me at midnight.
I am very distressed.
All the plants are hidden.
The water suddenly stopped.
Autumn is desolate.
The wet wind rustled.
Heifaxia
Your fabric exists in name only.
A group of ants gnawed at some discarded stones.
It uses primitive tentacles.
Into the vast wilderness.
In this autumn
As far as your eyes go.
There is a path leading to my hometown.
Extend slowly forward
The distant mountains gradually became clear.
It's finally dawn.
You are relieved.
Turn your head to this moment with nostalgia.
Those shy flowers
It finally stopped flowering.
In this autumn
All eyes are on your forehead.
Autumn in the countryside
A small window hollowed out by years
In your dazzling moonlight
Pretend some autumn wind and hedge chrysanthemums
The grass has withered into a winter scenery.
At this time, in the wandering jungle,
The autumn wind is no longer lingering.
Let me open my eyes.
The pallor of your moonlit night created autumn rain.
Dull autumn is bleak.
It's too late to put on mom's new cloth shoes.
Still barefoot
Walking into the countryside in autumn
I tried to shout out the autumn days.
The water in the stream is very cold, really.
Aquatic plants in rocks
Still attached to summer youth
Does it want to get out of the water?
Under the call of autumn wind and hedge chrysanthemum
Looking at the floating clouds in the jungle
A small window hollowed out by years
The migrating geese are screaming.
Your eyes
Still full of autumn water
Look at late autumn.
Roll up one's sleeves
In contrast to running water
Look at this forest.
Look at your eyes.
at that time
The moon is almost full.
The liquid flowing from your eyes
Inflow into running water
Right under my nose.
Flowing into streams and rivers
The ocean in your hand
Lower your head slowly.
Let the unwilling lonely heartbeat
In every wave of the zijiang river.
Feel free to express the deepest color in autumn.
Tianmuchu
Another wild chrysanthemum is jumping.
Drill out of the other shore
Look into your eyes.
Laugh in private
In this way, it entered the late autumn.
And the approaching big dipper.
In your autumn waters
Look at each other quietly.
autumn rain
It was a sudden autumn rain.
The season when the curtain is closed
Hide in a small building
With you
Can't bear to see dead leaves.
fall in love
Vertical hook
Baitless fishing
A corner of the wall
Leave too much space.
Look at those bare branches.
Imagine the sound of flowers blooming once.
Mud is fresh.
It tries to cover up some truth.
And the autumn frost is still seriously silent.
When it comes,
No footsteps
Late autumn without an umbrella
Squint one's eyes
Walk into the rain with you
Set out for a long journey
Writing Autumn Poems in Hometown 2 Autumn in Hometown.
Text/Feng
Taizhou and Chushuang have solar terms like summer.
Weeping willows are like hairdressing,
Touch the river,
Shadow reflection
With a blue lotus frog.
Li looked back at his uncle,
Described moths,
The clouds are high,
Shy and calm,
Bana Zhangshu Cangrong
Make a fashion show.
Although osmanthus has withered, its leaves are dripping green.
School of Wu Dong
Without exuberance and laziness,
Without any autumn sadness,
Phenology is so boring!
Southland, where is your autumn?
Listen to me to praise my hometown:
She has four different seasons,
Spring is like an innocent and lively teenager.
Colorful, blooming flowers,
Summer is like a brave young man,
Energetic, in full swing,
Stir up life;
Autumn is like mature middle age,
Raise your hand, be rich and steady;
Winter is like a quiet old age,
Put the once magnificent,
Turn into snow, swirl,
Wrapped in rivers and mountains,
Deep and shallow footprints,
This is a demonstration of wisdom.
Four distinct seasons,
Your phenology puts the process of life
Draw a clear and intuitive outline,
Looking back,
Be clear at a glance.
I miss the autumn after the first frost in my hometown.
Persimmon leaves painted with rouge,
Tall poplars,
Yellow-green mottled Sophora japonica,
In front of the courtyard and behind the house, unload the walnut tree.
They, turn a quiet village,
Poetic and picturesque;
Smoke from the kitchen,
With a faint smell of firewood,
White clouds in the sky,
Hold the geese flying south.
When people eat, their neighbors,
Carrying Yaozhou's old bowl,
Rice full of delicious vegetables,
In the autumn sunshine, under the porch,
Get together,
Say what you have seen and heard, and your words are rich;
And said a lot of bitter words,
Tears, pearls and crystals fell into the rice bowl,
After several exhortations,
Burst into laughter,
Let that boredom go with the dark clouds.
A north wind blew off countless autumn leaves.
Scratch a village,
Laughing, laughing.
Say goodbye to the hot summer,
Ushered in the crisp late autumn,
Tidy up the space of life calmly,
Get rid of complexity, be clear and simple,
A refreshing and wise plan,
Then draw a new blueprint.
Oh, it's late autumn,
Overlooking the Qinling Mountains and taking a close look at the Beishan Mountains,
It's like two players playing a game,
Fangzheng countryside is like a chessboard.
Keywords history, ancient classics, customs, people,
The chess piece jumped up,
Romance marks a strange and ever-changing five thousand years.
When to start and when to stop,
I was carried away by ecstasy.
Standing in my hometown on a clear autumn morning.
You can see rows of buildings in the new area;
At night, you can see
The stupa Buddha in Famen Temple shines brightly.
You can hear the meditation of the ancient temple.
And the wind chimes of the octagonal tower.
Wonderful eyes and clear autumn wind:
Throughout the ages,
Poetry, calligraphy and painting in one county.
Into the land of fruits,
The smell makes you intoxicated,
Take a bite, it's fragrant, crisp and sweet,
Enchant you and make you linger.
Walk into miliangchuan
Let you read and fall in love with the old bowl.
Hot and sour,
Three bowls are not enough to add four bowls;
A slope as wide as a belt,
Garlic soaked in oil, covered with vegetables,
I can't help squatting on the bench after eating.
Tendon cutting,
Eating feels like a muscular man.
Makes you smell good.
A clear soup whistle that doesn't want to put the bowl down,
Without looking up or blinking,
One or twenty bowls are not too many, and sweating on the forehead and skull can relieve smoking addiction.
These meals are more pleasing in clear autumn and winter!
Where is Qiu?
In Weihe Beach, there is an industrial park.
Ten thousand mu fruit tree nursery base,
In yangjiling
In the terraced fields surrounded by Yungang,
On the steep Zhongli Mountain,
On highways extending in all directions,
In the poet's pen,
In the heart of a distant wanderer!
Writing Autumn Poems in Hometown 3 "Autumn in Hometown" (group poems)
autumn wind
The autumn wind is rustling.
The persimmon leaves have been swept away.
Red lantern, alone
Swing like her.
A red and cold heart
Autumn wind, rolling geese.
Fly in from the north
Pry open the closed window lattice.
Sounds like Lang hit his head on a steel bar.
She woke up from a dream.
Smell silicate.
The joy of harvest is soaked with tears.
Autumn is crisp, but not cool.
She hates the long season.
She hopes that the autumn wind will not stop and go as soon as possible.
Shorten the distance from winter
The season with ice on the tip of the nose
The blender was also frozen dumb.
She will warm a pot of persimmon wine.
Stewed old bacon, by the fire.
Humming love songs, waiting for that
Familiar footsteps
autumn rain
Continuous autumn rain, continuous autumn rain
Squeeze a handful of air to squeeze out water.
Father said, "White dew, white dew, there is rain on the road."
As the old saying goes, the cultivators of Daba Mountain
I have understood since I was a child.
Chloasma on corn leaves
Erode the rice bowl of the cultivators.
The beard on the corn cob is green.
Father's face was dripping with rain.
As salty as tears
"The Millennium is planted in the autumnal equinox, and the cold dew is planted in the first frost."
Father forgot his birthday, but this peasant proverb
But branded in his heart.
Father raised his whip and dipped in the rain.
There is mud on the lake in the field.
The plow bends straight.
The cow's back is bent.
My father hobbled along with muddy legs.
A pool of water in the footwell.
Rain is also a tear.
The mud bricks left behind.
Like a city wall, it was polished with a shovel.
Fragile bud, can you break through this?
well-protected fortress
Continuous autumn rain
Continuous autumn rain
……
Qiu Chan
Autumn afternoon is warm and harmonious.
Like a spring.
A lonely cicada, at the end of the room.
Singing huskily on the old elm tree.
The sound is bleak.
On the balcony, the sun is shining on grandpa.
Tea is floating in the air.
Grandpa was intoxicated by cicadas.
Squint one's eyes
See the son on the gallows?
Sweet bell.
Wake grandpa, grandpa.
But he refused, and he was afraid.
Greetings from my son.
Scared away, cicadas chattered.
Cicada is tired, and her voice is drowned by the sunset.
The cicada flew away and flew into the crack of the tree that belonged to it.
Grandpa carries dusk on his back
The crutch supports the rickety body.
On the balcony, on the left
Lonely shadow
Writing autumn poems in hometown 4 autumn
I'm coming.
Not as bleak and gloomy as you think.
It's that kind of passionate nostalgia
Leave my amorous feelings behind.
With the hope of spring
Wrap Xia's bag.
Step by step towards the result
No longer colorful, my flowers are floating.
I have no intention of dressing up as a former beauty.
Because I don't want to
Colorful world
Under the pen of a passionate poet
And cut it into private pieces.
The field received me with the dignity of sketching.
She uses a critical eye.
I saw the sweat in my experience.
I took it and handed my answer sheet to the times.
this evening
I fell asleep in the refreshing smell of mud.
In my dream, I put on green clothes again.
The leaves lost the last trace of green.
Walking with the wind wrapped in gold
Freedom to unload a heavy burden
Face the soil calmly.
The sunset painted me on the hillside.
The wind is blowing.
The rustling is hoarse.
When the leaves are green, I learned to be myself.
No regrets for branches.
Autumn is coming.
First frost now.
The white earth will have another colorful turning point.
There is also an intoxicating dusk in the twilight.
Writing Autumn Poems in Hometown 5 Lonely Autumn
Everything in the world has just recovered.
He is an energetic young man.
Strong muscle
A burly figure
A vigorous pace ...
However, autumn.
It's not propaganda at all.
Like a shy little girl
Blonde hair
Two reddish faces can no longer compare with the red sun in spring.
It's starting to get discouraged.
So, I left the spring silently.
But snuggling up to summer.
Although, autumn is clear in my heart
Summer is warmer than spring.
However, autumn comes with spring.
As a result, autumn began to be lonely.
Sprinkle golden tears all over the floor ...
Writing Autumn Poem 6 "Towards Autumn" in my hometown
Going to autumn was decided in a hurry.
After a fiery dream in the evening, cicadas chirped.
Lonely as midnight
A sudden wind chime
Red fruit's last words, grasshopper's tears
Swallows' nests are whispering in groups.
Has fallen into the shoulder of the inkstone.
Wang Di's mind is not over this year, is it?
Yan Zhen has been listed and is waiting.
The right person has finally arrived, falling for you from south to north.
invincible
Some leaves bloom in a hurry in August.
Huanghuaguduo in Yi 'an Ci
Silence is just the prefix of outbreak.
The erect grass stalks clicked.
The moment when the mountain road broke free from the claws of Parthenocissus tricuspidata
Sudden tilt
Still green.
crow
Sow gradually in spring
As the footsteps mature one after another.
The red one is fruit
yellow
It's autumn.
Writing Autumn Poem 7 "Liujia in Jiangnan" in my hometown
Listen to the songs of autumn.
Charming melody cuts through the melancholy of summer.
The brisk tone dyed green into gold.
Hard-working plowman
Take a hoe.
Immersed in the harvest music.
Autumn is singing.
A year's harvest
Infinite dream
In the song
Sow deep hope
Write autumn poem 8 "Autumn Moon" in my hometown.
Author/Xu Zhimo
Autumn moon!
Who can afford a silver fingertip?
Romantic scratch and climb!
No, but look at the light waves of the sea.
I can't help it
The touch of the jade finger,
I was crying there!
That's it:
Boring clouds,
Beautiful autumn moon,
Smoke warms the heart and cold eyes,
Put on your light clothes coldly,
Involved
Get married.
Write the autumn poem 9 "Frost Flowers" in my hometown.
Author/Dai Wangshu
September frost flowers,
Frost flowers in October,
The charming girl in the fog,
Drive to my temple.
Decorate with autumn leaves,
You decorated the monotonous death,
The charming girl in the fog,
Come and don't wear your plain flowers for me.
Do you still have tears of pearls?
The sun has not been rekindled.
I watched my temple fall apart,
So I welcome the autumn you decorated.
Write an autumn poem in my hometown 10 "I heard that autumn is coming"
Author/Estee
I want to run under the blue sky and tell you.
Rain has just fallen from the rubble of the old house.
I want to hug the earth and tell you.
The wind in my hometown has brought roughness to the ears of rice.
You happen to be busy.
With your deep myopic eyes
Light a cigarette with the flu.
A city burning like lead.
I want to tell you quietly
My corner is very happy.
I want to tell you stubbornly
It's autumn in the field.
You just turned around.
Don't want to hear me say autumn
Because you don't want to hear about land, cabins.
These news about the arrival of autumn
Write autumn poems in my hometown 1 1 Whispering
Author/Xu Zhimo
First-class cold autumn pool autumn rain,
In the withered autumn willows,
On the cowardly autumn branches,
On a yellow autumn leaf,
Listen to him kiss and kiss,
Whispering about Sanqiu's affairs and love stories,
Finally, I brushed him gently in the autumn glow of autumn eyes.
One and a half revolutions,
Follow the autumn stream.
Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's feelings,
Love poem plot,
Also falls in the autumn halo of autumn eyes,
One and a half revolutions,
Follow the autumn stream.