Modern poetry describing autumn?

Autumn is a beautiful season. Please enjoy what I brought.

A modern poem "Autumn" describing autumn

I've always liked autumn,

I like its gentle

Modern poetry describing autumn?

Autumn is a beautiful season. Please enjoy what I brought.

A modern poem "Autumn" describing autumn

I've always liked autumn,

I like its gentleness,

I like its serenity and delicacy.

The autumn wind rises and the river ripples.

Yellow leaves, swaying one by one.

Autumn rain,

Colorful umbrellas make up a flowing ink painting.

The fields in the countryside are spectacular.

Pieces of corn stalks are dancing with long sleeves in the wind.

Celebrate this year's harvest.

Red apples are waiting on the branches,

The aunt who picked the fruit looked at the huge apple and smiled.

: Song of Autumn

Grab a cool hand from the pond.

Bring a mellow fragrance from the orchard

Autumn has come, singing golden songs.

Come to the city, come to the village.

There is no pride in spring breeze.

There is no sadness.

There is no enthusiasm like the scorching sun.

Not as cold as frost and snow.

You sing about the hardships and bitterness of a long journey.

But there is no disappointment and sadness.

You sing the joy and satisfaction of autumn harvest

But there is no conceit and arrogance.

Ah, facing the yellow flowers everywhere

Gui Xiang is full of gardens and autumn wind.

I want to sing with you.

: Qiu Si

If I were a remnant leaf

I will miss you.

Lovely branches

Until old age.

Even rot.

If I were a white cloud

I will miss you.

Bright blue sky

Until the soul flies away

But inside me,

There are still memories.

In the hopeful spring

In the summer full of toil

In the autumn of festive harvest

In the snowy winter

I

This feeling

Can't be described in words

Such as holding a bowl of clear rain and dew

Like a thin crescent moon in the night sky.

Only it.

To understand the existence of the soul.

at midnight

I am meditating.

But I know.

Guide a light for you.

Shine into the distance

: Qiu Meng

I was thinking.

Why is autumn fruitful at the same time?

Sighing that the loss of leaving the tree should not be there.

Don't want to guess

What wind is lacking in autumn?

Rain falls at any time with a touch of worry.

Crying on a late autumn night.

You can also keep company with Bai Gudeng.

Like fog drops and dew.

No, it should be Mao Mao rain.

No, it's not. It's tears

Neon flashing

That excuse is just a serious disguise.

Playing the flute every night, current events only change.

What's so embarrassing about heartache?

I hope not to lose.

Qiu Meng is in your heart and mine.

Still so beautiful

So round

: Song of Autumn

Grab a cool hand from the pond.

Bring a mellow fragrance from the orchard

Autumn has come, singing golden songs.

Come to the city, come to the village.

There is no pride in spring breeze.

There is no sadness.

There is no enthusiasm like the scorching sun.

Not as cold as frost and snow.

You sing about the hardships and bitterness of a long journey.

But there is no disappointment and sadness.

You sing the joy and satisfaction of autumn harvest

But there is no conceit and arrogance.

Ah, facing the yellow flowers everywhere

Gui Xiang is full of gardens and autumn wind.

I want to sing with you.