A poem about autumn: whispering
Xu zhimo
First-class cold autumn pool autumn rain,
In the withered autumn willows,
On the cowardly autumn branches,
On a yellow autumn leaf,
Listen to him kiss and kiss,
Whispering about Sanqiu's affairs and love stories,
Finally, I brushed him gently in the autumn glow of autumn eyes.
One and a half revolutions,
Follow the autumn stream.
Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's feelings,
Love poem plot,
Also falls in the autumn halo of autumn eyes,
One and a half revolutions,
Follow the autumn stream.
Poetry 2 on Autumn: Autumn
The maple leaf on the big tree was lit by the autumn wind.
Make a rustling sound.
Every maple leaf is a legend,
Every maple leaf is a movie.
There are fragrant rice floating in the rice fields.
Make a rustling sound.
Every grain of rice is sweat,
Every grain of rice is happiness.
The apples in the orchard are ripe,
The red face is hidden in the leaves,
Give off an attractive fragrance.
Every apple is a myth,
Every apple is the beginning.
Autumn colors!
The sound of autumn!
This is a touching melody,
Is a touching story,
This is a dazzling color.
Poem III of Autumn: Qiu Ge —— Part I
Guo Xiaochuan
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, autumn red leaves,
What didn't soak 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 saw that the foundation was solid, the ditch was deep, and the west wind was 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 a long night with the brigade.
At the moment, I am singing "Xiongguan Road as Iron".
My comrades and I visited Huang Yangjie.
At that time, the white army died somewhere in the wilderness!
Only the flow of the river is long,
I saw the red flag of fighting, and it 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 cicadas are gone.
Life on earth is sweeter and better!