Farewell to Autumn Morning, starry night,
I have suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,
You stepped on my back,
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!
At this last moment, I opened my eyes.
Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.
Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,
Until you cry with joy!
Write modern poems about autumn, which is hidden in the fields.
Smell the coolness of the wind
Lying quietly on the crops
Sunny
Autumn is a beautiful white sailboat.
In the golden rice waves
Carrying the dream of spring
Pick up colored shells
autumn/autumnal scenery
Shine in the autumn dew
Red apples full of trees
Like a shy girl's face
Soft cream is faint rouge.
Charming, vivid, charming
The leaves are gone.
The chrysanthemums are blooming brilliantly.
Cold and warm, clear autumn
Decorate with touching autumn colors
Writing poems about modern autumn-
Pick a few birds and collect a few drops of autumn dew.
Drag a few poems of Tang poetry and Song poetry
Thus, autumn entered my ci chapter.
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If spring is full of flowers.
Then, autumn is the destination of flowers.
They keep the dream of spring in their hearts.
In the fruit of autumn
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I dreamed that a white cloud decorated my dream.
In the bleak autumn
Looking for a ray of bright comfort
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I prefer autumn rain, which is a little cold.
How many summer anxieties have been washed away
I also like the smell of autumn sunshine.
The warm feeling makes people very comfortable.
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I like the taste of autumn, mellow and lasting.
Long and long, let alone clear autumn water.
Not to mention soybeans, corn and sorghum.
They all give people a feeling of fullness and sureness.
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I like the sound of autumn.
Cicada, for example, is not as loud as Xia Chan.
But there are also lingering sadness.
And crickets, which can turn green leaves yellow.
Can you make autumn water cold?
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I like autumn water and her coolness.
I like the ripples caused by autumn wind.
And that leisurely and indifferent fish.
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The sky is deep blue, suitable for flying dreams.
Baiyun told me
Dreams are always on the road.
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Look, the wild goose that is about to fly south.
I'm packing my bags and putting my dreams in my bag.
Take the autumn wind in August and set sail
And tell about the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River
Autumn is writing beautiful chapters.