Write a poem about autumn.

On Qiu's self-created poems

It is said that autumn has always been sad and lonely. How does the poet describe autumn? Please enjoy the autumn poems written by Bian Xiao.

I wrote my own poem about autumn: I heard that autumn is coming.

I want to run under the blue sky and tell you.

Rain has just fallen from the rubble of the old house.

I want to hug the earth and tell you.

The wind in my hometown has brought roughness to the ears of rice.

You happen to be busy.

With your deep myopic eyes

Light a cigarette with the flu.

A city burning like lead.

I want to tell you quietly

My corner is very happy.

I want to tell you stubbornly

It's autumn in the field.

You just turned around.

Don't want to hear me say autumn

Because you don't want to hear about land, cabins.

These news about the arrival of autumn

I wrote my own poem about autumn: the river in autumn

The long river of autumn leaves.

Qian shan wan mu feng he

Your moon is high and there is no footsteps.

The dew began to rise.

You have my sailboat passing by in your palm print.

Homesick migratory birds are in a hurry.

Sweep my village

Smoke spiraled up from the kitchen chimney.

I began to miss the crowd.

Miss everyone's hug

Longing for every ray of sunshine.

Give me warm greetings.

I stand in a sea of people.

Thin into a shallow, dark and swift river.

There is your melancholy blue in the jumping waves.

There is warm running in the lonely scenery.

Am I never the scenery you need?

The mighty autumn river

When you burst the bank,

Is it the gap in the wind or the gap in my mind?

In the bleak leaves or

Behind your back

You tell me.

I'm afraid when I'm cut off

I can't go to see the sea with you anymore.

Rivers in autumn

A river on the cliff

Hang high

Whose treetop is it?

My own poem about autumn: autumn nostalgia

The sunshine is soft.

indifferent

On a leaf

Autumn wind turns enemies into friends.

Appreciate each other

Not green.

Can't warm up

Silent autumn wind

Trembling to open the autumn letter.

Suddenly warm rehmannia glutinosa.

go home

Leaves are just migratory birds in autumn.

The wind told a tree like this.

Recommend beautiful sentences about autumn:

1, the second half of autumn. The moon has gone down, the sun has not come out, leaving only a blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night.

2. Those "Red Guoguang" and "Marshal Huang" hung on the tree, hiding behind the leaves, showing cute fat faces and smiling to welcome Miss Qiu.

Look, how enthusiastic these chrysanthemums are! How vigorous! Yellow, red, white and purple ... one after another, one after another, facing the autumn wind, covered with frost, vying for beauty, spitting incense, everywhere they go, they have become a colorful world.

It's autumn, and the sky covers the earth like a sapphire. The small pond outside the village stared at the bad weather with clear eyes. A pair of little white geese cocked their heads and admired their own shadows in the water. The maple leaves in the valley are as red as a fire after drinking too much wine.

The autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

6. What a beautiful autumn. Here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes. This is a prosperous country, and Qian Shan is covered with red carpets. Korean pine covered with elastic skins is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and flying slowly in the rice fields in vain.

7. In the autumn sky, clouds float slowly like knitting wool.

8. On the uphill, an ear of sorghum stands proudly. Autumn wind blows, they are like handfuls of victory torches, shaking happily.

9. In autumn, I came to the orchard, opened her cosmetic box, rubbed the apples thoroughly red, painted the oranges golden yellow and painted the grapes purple.

10, the wind, blowing gently, is a beautiful Cinderella; The tree began to take off its green summer clothes and put on its golden autumn clothes.