Autumn prose poem 1 In autumn when leaves fall and chrysanthemums turn yellow.
Meet her in front of the screen.
Meet her, in the words of hitting people.
Fall in love with her in the soft language of the night.
How many stars are there day and night?
How many twists and turns?
The night passed, waiting for the dawn.
Sitting opposite each other, feeling the distant heartbeat.
Watch each other, watch the sun and the moon.
So watch it under the sky in the square.
Let thoughts fly.
Flying in the distant sea of hearts
Man Qing space-time
Add fragrance to poetry writing like tea.
Talking and laughing.
It's her, a whispering message.
Light a sleeping flame
It's you and her, crying like a song
Shake a proud heart
It's her. How many sad tears.
Flooding the island.
A tear can't express a person's heart.
Lines of words tell endless feelings.
So, he was moved to write "Missing".
He incorporated his love into the jargon.
He turned his hard work into a rainbow of thoughts.
He used autumn leaves in the distance to convey his hope.
From autumn to autumn
In another autumn, when night falls.
Two years of dependence
It seems that it has come to an end.
Autumn frost slaps the fallen leaves.
The flower withered and she left.
Autumn water took away the fallen leaves.
He stared at the place where the sun went down.
Tears stared at her hazy figure.
She took the road of no return with the joy of satisfaction.
How many times in the long night helpless suffering.
The surging pain is pressing on my heart.
How many times did you wait to find out that she was gone?
How many calls come from the heart
Has she heard of it?
Where is she?
She is immersed in a very happy new love.
He sighed deeply.
How many regrets can life have?
How many times have you worried about your trembling heart?
After drinking bitter wine, he realized that he was empty.
It's empty!
Autumn Prose Poetry 2 Autumn-
Autumn in September,
You have a year's expectation and sustenance,
Spring sows the seeds of hope,
Looking forward to the harvest of this moment,
Seeds of spring,
Summer sweat,
Autumn is fruitful,
Heaven doesn't pay workers.
Looking north and south,
Jinlang turned over thousands of hectares of crops,
The ears are big and full of the wishes of the cultivators.
The garden is full of vegetables,
Green pepper,
Pink Rob,
Purple eggplant,
Sliced celery,
The hard-working vegetable farmers are happy.
Apple blushed with laughter.
Oranges are golden,
Tropical fruit for which we strive.
Autumn Prose Poetry 3 Standing at the window in hot summer.
I started daydreaming about autumn as scheduled.
In autumn, it used to be
This is a chaotic season.
I haven't put my hand out yet.
It wraps my whole body.
Xia Feng blew away autumn.
Dragging a sleepy curtain
Footprints sneak into my dream box.
A smile stayed quietly on my cheek.
Winter has passed and spring is still cold.
Summer and autumn are different, lofty.
I began to fantasize about autumn.
I missed it. The maple leaves are as red as Chardonnay.
Miss its golden rice fields.
Think about its deep accumulation after summer.
Think of it as a dream in its heyday.
Fallen leaves make it elegant and noble.
Fallen leaves make it meditate and crawl.
It turns out that autumn
This makes me think a lot
expensive
I have a soft spot for it.
Yi nian nian
If you long for it and don't leave.
Are the four seasons the same as autumn?
Autumn prose poetry 4 autumn colors are colorful,
The scenery in autumn is beautiful.
Summer quietly waved goodbye to us,
Autumn opens the cool door.
Autumn is a harvest season!
The farmer uncle in the field is working hard.
Sweat ran down their cheeks,
As hard as it is,
But their faces are full of joy of harvest.
Autumn is the season when melons and fruits are fragrant!
Ripe apples are heavy,
Bend the branches,
Oranges hang between branches,
Like a golden lantern.
Petals shake the body,
It's like saying goodbye to a flower pole.
There are not so many beautiful flowers in autumn as in summer.
But the flaming maple leaves,
But more charming than flowers.
Autumn is the harvest season,
Autumn is gorgeous!
I like autumn,
I love this colorful season!
Once upon a time, we were maple leaves floating from heaven.
Once, we were running footprints,
But the race ended the day we were born.
Tighten the faucet at the root of the tree,
Those streams that flow to Polaris convey our goodwill.
He lay in the grave,
He didn't die of illness and aging,
But because of the dryness.
An expressionless emotion lingers in the rain,
As soon as I looked up, my face dripped down.
When it's all over, there are only a pair of gray wings left in the sky.
The song is presented as a result,
We use mushrooms' ears to explore their tones.
If this is autumn,
Everyone should release those colorful prisoners.
Autumn Prose Poetry 6 Autumn is coming,
When the fruit is ripe,
Industrious workers are intoxicated-
The endless countryside turned into gold.
The breeze is blowing gently,
Leaving the smell of grain,
The fruits of mountains and rivers are ripe,
Pearls and agates are scattered all over the hillside,
Fruits are covered with branches,
Show a delicate and shy face,
Blue, red, yellow, green and purple. ...
It turned out to be the mature tone of autumn.
Autumn Prose Poetry 7 Autumn has gone and winter is coming; Winter has passed, and spring will come-
Autumn sweeps the weeping willows in front of the door in the rustling wind.
The last leaf on the branch was soaked with the sunset color of the blood sample.
Fall on the hill where the roots extend.
Like a dried fish at the bottom of a river.
Put it there.
I picked it up and studied it.
This poor fish-like leaf
Most of the meridians in the upper margin are staggered.
Just like the bone spur of a fish, there are some leftover meat hanging in the haze.
The lower edge is covered with dust.
There is still yellow or green left.
I guess
It will no longer pray for rain to send a bay of water to visit it again.
No longer pray for a concave bubble in the foam.
It needs a section of wind, a section of frost, a section of dust enough to bury it-
In the weeping wind of the sunset
I gently twisted the fish-like leaves.
Read its broken story
A bitter feeling suddenly rose in my heart.
Full of internal organs.
The hand trembled with excitement and almost tripped itself.
That leaf will slip in front of the cold wind.
Autumn passed in the cool wind.
Wait until dawn
Whether you can see the sun or not.
The sun will still rise.
When you can see it.
It may be right in front of you.
Just call you, its name has changed.