English poetry describing autumn: autumn
Season of mist and ripe fruit!
A bosom friend of the mature sun;
Plot with him how to load and bless.
The vines around the thatched roof are full of fruits;
Bend the mossy cottage with apples,
Let all fruits fully mature;
Bulge the gourd and hazelnut shell.
There is a sweet kernel; In order to increase budding,
More importantly, later, the flowers of bees,
Until they think the warm days will never stop,
Because summer flooded their cold cells.
Foggy and fruity autumn!
Let the mature sun be your best friend;
Conspiracy to use a lot of beads,
The eaves of Mao are covered with vines;
The moss-covered old tree in front of the hut, its branches were bent by apples,
Let all the fruits ripen;
Blow the gourd to swell out the hazelnut shell.
Delicious stuffed with sweet nuts; For bees.
Let more and more out-of-season flowers bear buds,
Until they think the warm time will never stop,
Because summer has filled their sticky nests.
Who doesn't often see you in your shop?
Sometimes, no matter who goes abroad to look for it, they will find it.
You sit casually on the floor of the granary,
Your hair is gently lifted by the wind;
Or sleep soundly in the half-harvested furrow,
Smoked by poppies, and your hook
Forgive the next flower and all the tangled flowers;
Sometimes you are like a gleaner.
Stabilize your loaded head across the stream;
Or by the cider juicer, watching patiently,
You watched the last seepage hour after hour.
Who doesn't often see you hiding in the barn?
Sometimes, anyone who goes out to find it can find it.
You sit on the threshing floor carefree,
Hair is blown by the wind that winnows the grain;
Or, indulge in the flowers,
You're sleeping in a half-harvested field,
Let the sickle rest next to the flowers at the next border between crops and fields;
Sometimes, like scavengers.
You cross the stream full of harvest;
Or, wait patiently by the fruit juicer,
You have been staring at the slowly oozing wine slurry for a long time.
Where are the songs of spring? Well, where are they?
Don't think about them, you also have your music,
When the striped clouds are in full bloom in the dying days,
Touch the stubble plain with rose color;
Then in a sad choir, all the insects mourned.
In the river, rising high
Or sink like a breeze, live or die;
The loud bleating of adult lambs came from the hilly area;
Hedge crickets sing; Now use a high-pitched soft voice
Red-breasted snipe whistling in the garden;
The gathered swallows are whispering in the sky.
Where does the song of spring fall? Well, where can I find it?
Forget it, you also have your music,-
When the floating clouds reflect the slowly passing day,
The rosy sunset stained the fields covered with stubble;
At this time, autumn insects are singing under the weeping willows by the river.
Interwoven into a sad harmony, they sometimes fly.
Falling suddenly, blowing or stopping with the breeze;
Adult sheep are bleating in the mountain stream;
Crickets are singing under the fence; And robins
Singing in high notes in the garden;
Swallows in Cong Fei are whispering in the sky.
An English poem describing autumn: Autumn Song
Allen Robena Field
Golden and red trees
Nod to the breeze,
When it whispered, "winter is near;
Brown nuts fell down.
Under the loud call of the wind,
Because this is the autumn of the year.
Goodbye, sweet flower!
Through the bright summer days
You filled our hearts with joy.
We will miss you very much,
However, you must go,
Because this is the autumn of the year.
It's getting cold now,
With the increase of age,
The grass is brown and dry;
Brave robin
Left his lair,
Because this is the autumn of the year.
I prayed softly.
At the end of the day,
Lovely children,
May be pure growth
Wooly snow
It was after the autumn of a year.
Extended reading of related articles: good memories of autumn
Shi Tiesheng
Shi Tiesheng
My temper became furious after my legs were paralyzed. Looking at the array, I will suddenly smash the glass in front of me; Listening to Li Guyi's sweet singing, I will slam what I have at hand on the surrounding walls. My mother hid out quietly and listened to my movements secretly where I couldn't see them. When everything was calm again, she came in quietly, her eyes were red and she looked at me.
When my legs were paralyzed, my temper became uncontrollable. Looking at the geese flying back to the north in the sky, I will suddenly * * ash the window glass in front of me. Listening to Li Guyi's sweet singing, I will throw my things at the surrounding walls. Mother then quietly hid and secretly observed my behavior out of my sight. It was not until everything was still that she came in quietly and looked at me with sad eyes.
"I heard that the flowers in Beihai are in bloom, so I'll push you for a walk." She always said that. Mother likes flowers, but the flowers she helped plant have died since my leg was paralyzed.
"I heard that all the flowers in Beihai are in full bloom, so I'll push you to have a look." She always used to say * * * to me. Mother likes flowers, but the flowers she planted have withered since my leg was broken.
"No, I'm not going!" I slapped my hateful legs hard and shouted, "What's the point of my living!" "My mother jumped on me, grabbed my hand, held back her crying and said," We are together, live a good life ... "
"No, I don't want to go." I beat my cursed legs desperately and shouted, "What am I still alive for?" My mother quickly grabbed my hand and held back her tears. * * * sobbed and said, * * * "We are together, have a good life and live a happy life ..."
But I never knew that her illness had reached that stage. Later, my sister told me that her liver often hurts and she can't sleep all night.
I never realized that her condition would not get worse. Later, my sister told me that my mother often couldn't sleep all night because her liver hurt badly.
That day, I was sitting alone in the house, watching the leaves falling outside the window. Mother came in and stood at the window: "The chrysanthemums in Beihai are in bloom. I'll push you to have a look. " There was a pleading expression on her gaunt face.
Another day, I stayed at home alone again, witnessing the leaves outside following * * * and watching the autumn leaves rustling through the window * * *. At this moment, my mother came in and stood at the window. "The chrysanthemums in Beihai are in bloom. Let me show you around. " There was a pleading look on her gaunt face.
"When?" "Tomorrow, if you like?" She said. She was overjoyed by my answer. "Well, tomorrow." I said. She sat happily for a while, then stood up and said, "Then get ready quickly."
"When?" "If you like, how about tomorrow?" She was surprised and excited. "Well, tomorrow." She turned around with joy, not knowing whether to sit or stand. "Let's get ready right away."
"Say, are you bored? A few steps, what is there to prepare! " She smiled, sat down beside me and said, "After watching the chrysanthemums, let's go to imitation food. When you were a child, you liked pea yellow there. Remember that time I took you to Beihai? You said Yang Shuhua was a caterpillar, running around and squashing her feet ... "She suddenly stopped talking. She is more sensitive to words like "running" and "stepping" than I am. She went out quietly again.
"Oh, how boring! It's very close, do we need to prepare? " We all laughed. She sat next to me and muttered, "Then, let's go to Fangshan Hotel. When you were young, you liked pea paste best. Do you remember our last trip to Beihai? You insist that poplar flowers are insects, and you run to trample them to death one by one ... "Suddenly, she stopped. She is more sensitive to words like "run" and "poke" than I am.
She went out and never came back.
She came out but never came back.
She was still vomiting blood when the neighbors carried her to the car. I didn't expect her to be so ill. Watching the tricycle go away, I never thought it would be forever.
She was still vomiting blood when the neighbors carried her to the cart. It never occurred to me that she was so ill. Watching the three rounds fade away, I never thought it was an eternal parting.
When the neighbor's boy went to see her behind my back, she was breathing hard, like her hard life. I was told that her last words before she passed out were: "My sick son and my underage daughter ..."
The young man next door went to see her behind my back. She tried to hold her last breath, just like her whole hard life. I was told that her last words were: "I have a paralyzed son and an unmarried daughter."
It's autumn again, and my sister pushes me to Beihai Chrysanthemum. Yellow flowers are elegant, white flowers are noble, purple flowers are warm and deep, and the autumn wind is blooming brilliantly. I know what my mother didn't finish. So is my sister. We are together, and we should live a good life. ...
It's autumn again, and my sister pushes me to Beihai to see chrysanthemums. The yellow display is simple and elegant; White, pure and noble; Purple, warm and deep; All the flowers are in full bloom in autumn wind. I fully understand my mother's unfinished words So is my sister. The two of us live together for a happy life …