Poetry about autumn, self-created 1. Poetry about autumn (self-creation)
Rainy September
Time retention
Memory forgets to stop.
This is a season full of love.
Lonely story
In the years when he and I were inseparable.
Can't stand the neglect of eyes.
Accidentally remind of
It is the overlap of silence in eyes.
The last month cooled by time
You hold my hand.
Whose name is written on the title page of the story?
September 25, 1965 438+00
Fourth quarter
September
Leave without feeling
I hold your hand tightly.
Afraid you'll wave goodbye outside the window, too
October
It was I who walked through the long street with drizzling rain.
It is you,
It was made in my short time.
The story took place in 1 1 month.
Chapter II Autumn
You hide in the book.
I didn't turn to page 520.
It's December again
The snow that kissed you is falling in the sky.
The annual rings are another round.
I stopped on the title page of the fable.
2. Modern poems about autumn are urgent.
autumn
Autumn is blue sky and yellow leaves.
There are mountains and forests everywhere in autumn.
In autumn, rice waves are rolling and fruitful.
Autumn is the moon cake of Mid-Autumn Festival and the cake of Chongyang.
Autumn is colorful and full of vitality.
Autumn is gentle,
She is like a mother, pregnant with every seed;
Autumn is sentimental because she has so many children.
Seeds sown in spring will be harvested in autumn!
Autumn is colorful,
Yellow leaves, green trees and red flowers,
Show you its beauty and moving!
Autumn is floating, and she gives us a good season of autumn;
Autumn is fruitful, and she gives us a golden harvest season;
Autumn is refreshing and charming. She is always full of elegant poetry ... autumn is a poem.
Autumn is a painting,
Autumn is a song,
Autumn is a beautiful dream.
3. What are the ancient poems about autumn?
1, a leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of my dream. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Water Fairy Night Rain
2, the old vines are faint crows, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin. _ _ _ _ Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
3. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
4, independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang North, Orange Island. _ _ _ _ Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha"
5, the sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky is the same. _ _ _ _ Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion
I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. _ _ _ _ He Zhu's heart is bitter, and the willow returns to the pond
7. Until September 8th in Qiu Lai, I will kill all the flowers after they open. _ _ _ _ The Last Chrysanthemum by Huang Chao
8. Lan Youxiu, Ju Youfang and Huai Jiaren can't forget it. _ _ _ _ Liu Che's Autumn Poems
9. The rustling leaves are chilling, and the autumn wind on the river is moving. _ _ _ _ Ye Shaoweng's Night Book
10, who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, the rustling yellow leaves close the window, and the sunset is nostalgic. _ _ _ _ Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone?"
Autumn, also known as autumn, is the third season of the year. The transition season from summer to winter is from September to 165438+ 10 in the northern hemisphere, from March to May in the southern hemisphere, and from the autumnal equinox to the winter solstice in astronomy. Meteorologists study phenology according to the following criteria: after the summer heat, the five-day average temperature is below 22 degrees for autumn, and it ends below 10 degrees.
The most obvious change in the natural landscape is in the trees. Many fallen leaves will be cleaned up in the city, and many tourists will flock to the mountains to see the red leaves.
4. Modern "Autumn" Poetry (self-created)
Poems about autumn are as follows:
1, autumn morning
Farewell, starry night, first frost, I suffered from the pain of hard washing of holy water, and you stepped on my back.
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again! At this last moment, I opened my eyes,
Holding the feet of the sun with both hands, look, the leaves tremble, the flowers dance and listen to the sound of the city until you cry with joy!
2. Frost flowers
September frost flower, October frost flower, misty girl, come to my temples. Decorate with autumn leaves, you decorate with monotonous death,
Misty girl, come and pin your innocent flowers for me. Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun has not been rekindled.
I watched my sideburns fall, so I ushered in the autumn decorated by you.
3. Autumn
Even the pigeon whistle sounds mature, and the rainy and noisy summer has passed. Don't think about that severe and sultry exam any more.
Detail memory in dangerous swimming. After the ground breaking of spring germination, the distortion and injury of bud growth,
These branches are crazy in the hot sun, and they almost lose their way in the 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; In the season of wisdom and emotional maturity, the river seems to come from a deeper source.
Turbulent airflow ferments in the valley to form transparent good wine; What autumn is blowing?
The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. 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, and Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.
4. "Jiangnan Grass"
In the autumn when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, I first came to 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; Walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal swan song is eclipsed.
Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: I can't find a word to describe you in my vocabulary.
People say that "there is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world", and heaven is just an illusion that people weave according to your appearance.
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 want to take this blade of grass to the desert. I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I'm going to plant it in the Gobi desert, and I'm going to tell my family:
"Watered with our sweat, let our big Gobi become like Jiangnan!"
5. "One of Qiu Ge"
Autumn is coming, and geese are crowing; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! When the ears of grain are ripe, the cicadas disappear;
Life on earth is sweeter and better! Coastal pine and cypress, wind and waves; Osmanthus fragrans in the south of the Yangtze River is full of fragrance.
Good horses on the grassland have gained weight; Castle peak in the northeast, wearing a snow hat. Ah, autumn, autumn water, autumn moon,
Our efforts have never printed anything! Ah, autumn flowers, autumn fruits and autumn red leaves have never soaked our sweat!
The mountains of history are stacked on top of each other! We climbed hundreds of steps ten feet high. The journey of fighting is endless!
We broke through a thousand hectares of barren sand and snow in Wan Li. Looking back, I see: the foundation is solid, the ditch is deep and the west wind is strong. Excuse me: who doesn't touch the long counselor with their hands?
Wildfire in the wind will never go out! There are many dangers, and there are also many brave people. A fishing boat braving the wind and waves is as light as a butterfly!
How difficult it is, how bold it is. I used to spend the night with the brigade, but now I sing "Iron is like a mighty pass".
My comrades and I went to Huang Yangjie, and the White Army died in the wilderness!
Only the flowing water of the river is surging, and the red flag of fighting will never come! Only the pride of the warriors is growing day by day,
I have seen the harvest season year after year. Oh, autumn is coming, and geese are crowing;
The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! ..... Oh, the ears of grain are ripe, and the cicada is gone.
Life on earth is sweeter and better! ……
5. Eight sentences of self-created ancient poems describe autumn.
one
In autumn, the blue wind gently blows the clouds.
Swallow across the sky to the southwest
Wide field of vision, slightly lonely and cold,
Yanshan Mountains can be seen in the sky.
Secondly,
Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is full of clouds,
Yutu has the courage to come down to earth.
Most of the world is the joy of reunion
Many people are lonely.
third
Late autumn is also a cloudy day.
I can't see the full moon at night.
A long time ago,
Dead leaves will fall all over the sky.
It was written by a friend named Song Baoyu who found it in the post bar. I hope I can help you.