Title:-This is a poem. Thank you.

Prose: Autumn is a poem. Autumn is melodious and gentle, and autumn is full of meaning. Autumn is full of too many images and images, and every scene and thing is full of rich autumn colors and fragrance. Autumn language. A person's life, like a light cloud, a wisp of breeze, inadvertently accompany you through the four seasons of life. We need the gentle breeze in spring, the drizzle in summer and the harvest in autumn, which is the most brilliant harvest season in life. Autumn rhyme. In autumn, there seems to be a feeling of being suddenly enlightened, and the real connotation lies in the mature charm. There are bursts of fragrant rice in autumn poems; Autumn's emotion is permeated with bitter and sweet taste; Life in autumn contains heavy eternity. Qiu Si. Autumn is a season that people miss and look forward to. Walking in autumn, crossing fields and streams, learning the autumn wind, blowing the beauty of autumn, dancing with my thoughts in the lonely autumn wind, fluttering ... autumn love. The rich autumn is a poem that needs to be read with life experience. The golden leaves are blown off by the autumn wind, which is the dance of leaves on the mountain. It is the sincerity of the earth to harvest an open stoping. The autumn worm that died in the crevice of the stone is a hymn of life. The beauty of autumn has a hint of xiaoxiang. "Where to synthesize sorrow, autumn will keep people's hearts." Adding heart in autumn is sorrow. There are no herringbone geese flying in autumn, and I don't know when the summer insects will disappear. I only feel inexplicable loneliness, and I can't escape the sad impression. Autumn blues. The fullness and sparkle of autumn can't be felt with your eyes. In the eyes of many people, autumn is a lofty, lonely and easy-to-forget season. Autumn rain. The rain flying all over the sky makes the wandering prodigal son have mixed feelings, including sad smoke, dreamy fog, bitterness, sentiment, understanding and thousands of unbearable feelings. Autumn leaves. The yellow autumn leaves seem to tell people about the recent beauty and green. In my short life, I use the only green color in my life to be in full bloom without regrets. It was not until the arrival of autumn that it reluctantly took away its long-cherished dream. Urged by the chill of autumn wind, it left the tree helplessly and bid farewell to the lush green. Autumn moon. The moon is bright and the wind is clear, and lovesickness is the most sleepless. On a blue moonlit night, dense nebulae are like a handful of pearls embedded in a silky blue sky. Thin moon gauze, flowing moon sea, old tree rings and silver moon waves take you to the dream of Xiang Qiu. ! Qiu Ming. There are four seasons in life, and one leaf falls to know that the world is autumn, autumn, especially late autumn, which always reminds people of all sentient beings in life. It is cool in autumn. Stepping on the withered leaves of trees, facing the cool evening breeze, dancing with skirts, letting the sunset linger, although autumn withered the green leaves, it also brushed the maple leaves all over the mountain. The generous and solid golden autumn gives people a feeling of wanting to fly and sing. Autumn wind. In the bleak autumn season, there is always a trace of melancholy and sadness in my heart. Leaves shivering in the ruthless autumn wind, desperately climbing trees, full of longing for life. The autumn wind dragged the autumn leaves down from the treetops without pity. The yellow autumn leaves fluttered in the air and drifted helplessly with the wind. How helpless they were. Autumn harvest. Autumn is also the harvest season. The golden rice fields are full of romance in Qiu Si, and the autumn wind washes away the depression in the chest, which makes people feel refreshed, the grains are fragrant, and the ideal warehouse is quietly full. Red fruit, mature and full, makes people move.