Autumn night in the mountains, autumn night in the mountains
The mountain after the rain is bare, and the mountain after the rain is empty.
Standing in the autumn evening. Autumn is in the air at night.
Moonlight in pine forest, bright moonlight among pine trees;
Crystal gems in the stream. Clear water is flowing on the crystal stone.
Bamboo whispers to the laundry girl who goes home, and bamboo whispers to the laundry girl;
The fishing boat waded in the water and the lotus shook.
What does it matter if spring has passed? Although fragrant spring may pass,
When you're here, oh, a friend's prince? . This is still where you stay.
2. The English poem Forever Autumn is about autumn. The autumn season begins at a crossroads. In a quiet small hotel near the stove, when the sun sets, the night becomes a secret between you and the rain. They will remain the same, and time will come soon. With the secret of rain, the storm is getting closer every day. Autumn season begins forever. After the bell rings and weeping willows, the edge of time ripples, but the night becomes the secret of you and rain. They will remain the same, and time will come soon. With the secret of rain, the storm is approaching day by day, and it will be autumn to autumn in john keats J. Bend the mossy cottage with apples to make all the fruits fully mature; Make the gourd swell, make the hazelnut shell full and have a sweet core; Flowers bloom more and more late for bees until they think that the warm days will never stop, because summer has flooded their wet and cold cells. Who doesn't often see you in your shop? Sometimes, no matter who looks for it, you will find that you are sitting on the floor of the granary carelessly, and your hair is a little messy by the winnowing wind; Or sleep soundly in the half-harvested furrow, smoked by the aroma of poppies, and your hook spared the next harvested crop and all the tangled flowers. Sometimes, like a gleaner, you keep a steady load head across the stream; Or next to cyder-press, you watch patiently, observing the last seepage hour after hour. Where are the songs of spring? Well, where are they? Don't think about them, you also have your music. When the striped clouds are in full bloom and dying, they touch the stubble with rose color; Then in the noisy choir, little gnats mourn in the sallow of the river, and they rise or fall with the birth and death of the breeze; The loud bleating of adult lambs came from the hilly area; Hedge crickets sing; Now form a garden with a soft red chest whistle; Gathering in skills devoured Twitter. About the author: Keats,19th century English romantic poet.
The first novel "Oh, Loneliness" was published in 18 16, and the long poem "Adimian" was published in 18 18, which was valued and encouraged by famous poets Byron and Shelley. He created a large number of famous works, such as the long poem Isabella and lyric poems Ode to an Ancient Greek Urn, Ode to a Nightingale and Ode to Autumn, which established his lofty position in the history of English literature.
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3. I chose three English poems about autumn. I hope you like it. 1. Autumn Fire robert louis stevenson is in other gardens and the whole valley. Look at the smoke trail from the autumn bonfire! Happy summer has passed, all the summer flowers, red flames and gray smoke towers. Sing a song of the season! In short, it is bright! Summer flowers, autumn fire! 2. The golden and red trees nod to the gentle breeze, because it whispers, "Winter is coming; Brown nuts fall under the loud call of the wind, because it is autumn in a year. Goodbye, sweet flower! In the bright summer time, you filled our hearts with joy. We will miss you, but you must leave, because it is autumn of the year. As the years passed, the weather became colder and colder, and the grass became brown and dry; The brave robin has left its nest, because it is autumn of the year. I pray softly at dusk, hoping that lovely children can grow up as pure as autumn snowflakes. 3. robert louis stevenson's "Farewell to the Farm" carriage finally arrived at the door; Eager children, get up quickly, kiss their hands and sing in unison: goodbye, goodbye, everything! Houses and gardens, fields and lawns, meadows where we walk, pumps and stables, trees and swings, goodbye, goodbye, everything! Farewell to you, oh, the ladder in front of the hay door, oh, the hay attached to the spider web, goodbye, goodbye, everything! The whip crackled and we set off; Trees and houses are getting smaller and smaller; Finally, around the Woods, we sang: goodbye, goodbye, everything! .
4. Is there an English poem about autumn?
John Keats
The season of mist and ripe fruit,
A close confidant of the mature sun,
Plot with him how to load and bless.
The vines around the thatched roof are full of fruits;
Bend the mossy cottage with apples,
Let all fruits fully mature;
Bulge the gourd and hazelnut shell.
There is a sweet kernel; In order to increase budding,
More importantly, later, the flowers of bees,
Until they think the warm days will never stop,
Because summer flooded their cold cells.
5. Are there any English poems about autumn on an autumn night in the mountains?
The mountain after the rain is bare, and the mountain after the rain is empty.
Standing in the autumn evening. Autumn is in the air at night.
Moonlight in pine forest, bright moonlight among pine trees;
Crystal gems in the stream. Clear water is flowing on the crystal stone.
Bamboo whispers to the laundry girl who goes home, and bamboo whispers to the laundry girl;
The fishing boat waded in the water and the lotus shook.
What does it matter if spring has passed? Although fragrant spring may pass,
When you're here, oh, a friend's prince? . This is still where you stay.
I think autumn is the most beautiful season of the year.
I think autumn is the most beautiful season of the year.
2. Leaves turn yellow in autumn.
Leaves turn yellow in autumn.
On autumn nights, I feel a little cold.
I feel a little cool on autumn nights.
Trees are bare in autumn.
In autumn, these trees are bare.
Today's weather has a hint of autumn.
There is a smell of autumn in the air today.
6. The weather in September really looks like autumn.
The weather in September is a positive autumn.
I like to collect auburn leaves in autumn.
I like to collect yellow autumn leaves.
7. The English poem describing autumn is original and poorly written. I hope it helps. Autumn has come, the wind kisses my face, slowly, slowly, just like my mother's hand, the crops become golden, beautiful and beautiful, just like my voice, the air is cool and fresh, just like my girl's skin, how amazing it is! How exciting it is! What happened? Oh ~ autumn is coming! Autumn has come, and the wind kisses my face gently and slowly, just like my mother's hand. The crops turned golden yellow, very beautiful, very beautiful, symbolizing the honor of my harvest. The air is fresh and fresh, like a girl's skin. How amazing! How delightful! What's going on here? It turns out that autumn is coming! I think it's okay. Metaphor, personification. If you are a student at school, you'd better remove the skin that looks like a girl.
8. What are the English sentences that describe autumn? 1. In autumn, the weather is very dry and cool.
I think the most beautiful season in a year is autumn.
I think autumn is the most beautiful season in a year.
The leaves turn yellow in autumn.
In autumn night, I feel a little cool.
6. In autumn, the trees are bare.
There is a hint of autumn in the air today.
The weather in September is really like autumn.
9. I like collecting yellow-brown autumn leaves.
10. We are enjoying the brilliant colors of New England forests in autumn.
1 1. Leaves turn yellow in autumn.
12. Compared with the rain in the south, the rain in the north seems more peculiar, attractive and regular.
13. My favorite season is autumn.
14. In autumn, the weather is very dry and cool.
15. I think the most beautiful season in a year is autumn.
9. Who can recommend an English short poem "Poetry of Autumn"-john keats: To Autumn?
The season of mist and ripe fruit,
A bosom friend of the mature sun;
Plot with him how to load and bless.
The vines around the thatched roof are full of fruits;
Bend the mossy cottage with apples,
Let all fruits fully mature;
Bulge the gourd and hazelnut shell.
There is a sweet kernel; In order to increase budding,
More importantly, later, the flowers of bees,
Until they think the warm days will never stop,
Because summer has flooded their wet and cold cells.
In autumn, when the fog is filled and the fruit is ripe,
You become friends with the mature sun;
You conspired to use countless beads,
The eaves of Mao are covered with vines;
Let the old tree in front of the house bear apples,
Let the ripe taste penetrate into the heart of the fruit,
Make the gourd swell the hazelnut shell,
Good into the sweet core; For bees.
Flowers that bloom late again and again,
Let them think that the days will be warm forever,
Because summer fills their sticky nests very early.