Modern short poem describing autumn and comments on this poem

classification: culture/art

analysis:

autumn

autumn is a seasonal music

just played

surging * * * Stage

Autumn is the brush of the wind

The color of the sun

The painting depicted in the heart

Autumn is a child born in the hot summer

Walking out of the fields of crops

Hatching from the huge sweat

Autumn is a warm and profound philosopher

Studying the spring and summer

Or do you like the golden color of this place? The fiery red fills people's eyes

and arouses romantic feelings

Autumn is a strong wine

It will penetrate the bone marrow in just one bite

If you are drunk, you still like it

Autumn is an old man who walks on the ridge of the field

Savor the charming smell from the ground after harvest

Autumn is a parturient after labor pains < Cry

lean against autumn and drink autumn

Life is always so leisurely

My poems are as heavy as a fruit

I have always loved autumn.

God, it's blue, blue is clean; Cloud, very white, white purity.

In the autumn morning, the sky is clear, and there is a smell of wet earth. The dew on the grass beside the road is crystal clear, which makes people reluctant to touch her, for fear of waking up her good dream all night and hurting her fragile heart. At this time, I can't help but want to stop and watch carefully how her soul has been sublimated under the sunshine. However, because I was in a hurry to go to work, I always missed that exquisite moment. Actually, maybe, I can't bear to watch her disappear, can I? Because, beautiful and short-lived dew can always bring me a good mood all day.

At noon in autumn, the sun is much stronger, and the leaves seem to turn yellow slowly under it. Looking at the autumn leaves flying all over the sky, people feel free and relaxed. The forest path covered with fallen leaves is a resting place for my soul.

every time the sun sets, it is also the most messy time for my thoughts, with a few melancholy and a few loss. I can't tell what the reason is, perhaps because of the busy day, perhaps because I feel that I have wasted another day.

the night came quietly. Autumn night, especially beautiful, a little sad. I, however, like it very much. I have always hoped that on such a night, with his company, I would walk quietly on the forest path covered with fallen leaves and talk a lot in the moonlight with a little coolness.

Autumn is a harvest season and a busy season, because I feel full because I am busy.

because of enrichment, I cherish every autumn day!