The poem about harvesting in the field is 1. I need a poem about autumn fields.
A poem falls silently.
Leaves in the golden sunshine
Start dancing like crazy
Invisible wind
Play the voice of nature
this is a
The season to purify life on earth.
a poem
But the dust settled like this.
Wind shadow movement
The fields are singing the silver autumn.
A string of ears of rice shook the beauty of autumn.
In the moonlight
I feel the eyes of a poet.
The back of late autumn
In the afterglow of the sunset
A lonely figure drifted away.
Is this a gift left by God on purpose?
lake
This walking life
Like a poem falling silently.
The unbearable lightness of life
The last poet
The sunny days are coming to an end.
Snowflakes affected by fallen leaves are coming.
The poet's resting place
A drop of birdsong fell from the withered forest.
I sat in the flowing time, savoring it.
The taste of life and death
And the rhythm of Haizi leaving without taking it with him.
Go into autumn
Enter autumn
Infinite poetry
Like golden wheat waves in rice fields
Let all the girls who harvest joy
Be the bride of my poetry
I can play guitar.
Drifting in the fields
Looking forward to the face of the city
I got stuck in the mud.
It's a selfish escape.
It's like stepping into a sacred palace
I can't hear a noise.
But poetry will not die.
Stop all growth
Villa and field are like happiness and joy.
sea
A song, a poem, a painting.
The most beautiful scenery
2. Four words describe the harvest in autumn fields.
Autumn is crisp and the autumn wind is bleak and pleasant. Crucially, spring crops, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, spring flowers and autumn moons, autumn winds pass by, autumn rains are deep, autumn orchids are fragrant, Feng Dan welcomes autumn, maple trees are like fire, and autumn winds blow gently. When September comes, there will be autumn, which will slip away at a foggy dawn and disappear in a hot afternoon.
It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left. The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.
The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. [Agreed by the questioner] | Agreed 392| Comment (6) 2008-10-12:14 Huige 1984 | Grade 4 is crisp in autumn, bleak in autumn, pleasant in autumn, and quite picky.
The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Good joke: As soon as September arrives, there will be autumn, which will slip away in a foggy dawn and disappear in a hot afternoon.
It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left. In another night or two, the autumn frost will cover the valley under the moon, and then retreat to the northern mountains for a short stay, so that the golden early autumn can gently soothe the earth.
There is a faint smell of fennel in the sky. And the fragrance of Jin Ju.
The fog billowed and was broken by the moonlight in September, revealing a blue sky. Autumn, always the blue sky, will suddenly turn its face and reveal a sinister color. Tropical typhoon accompanied by Miyun rainstorm, flood undercurrent surging, the recovered grassland is a little pale.
However, the typhoon and rainstorm flashed by, and the strong airflow still shook the dazzling waves. At this time, only migratory birds from the north know this warm bed, and the flying swans, geese and wild ducks are like a dark cloud, which makes it even more gloomy.
I don't know how long it took, as if a tense struggle was finally revealed. The field breathed from its broad chest, and the slopes and dams were as clear as water. Trees and crops in the air began to sway in the breeze, and the leaves became calm and wide. Dew came back, wet the ridge in the morning and evening, and hung quietly in the field.
Lululan also came to the dam, floating quietly and never returning to the valley. Although the sunshine is still bright, it is no longer painful, but it becomes broad-minded and clear, as if it is finally powerless, and it is impossible to steam the field and reconcile with it; ..... Autumn is coming! The sight of jumping into the window gave me a feeling of deja vu.
Blue sky and white clouds, wild mountains, weeds washed yellow by autumn frost, just like a virgin in a golden gauze, naked and ivory, dancing in the bleak autumn wind, showing a charming appearance. Standing on the top of the mountain, Qiuyang, like a mighty god of war, shook off his bloody shirt, splashed on the grass, infiltrated into the stream below the mountain, sobbed and flowed outward with countless ripples, from ancient times to the present, from the distant past to the infinite future.
Isn't it often said that autumn is golden? Indeed, she has brought abundant fruits to nature and provided countless foods to many creatures, including people, to prolong their lives. Mutu-the mountain is far from Hanshan, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. See: ancient poems describing autumn and famous sentences describing autumn: autumn wind blows gently, waves in Dongting blow under leaves: describing breeze blowing.
Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the north of Hunan Province. Waves: microwave flooding.
Muye: Yellow leaves. Warring States Chu? Qu Yuan's Nine Songs? Mrs. Xiang, the sorrow of autumn is also angry! A bleak, withered grass, withered, if it is a long trip, the mountain climbing near the water will also be bleak: lonely, depressed.
Liao Li: Desolate. If you travel far away: It seems that people travel far away.
Warring States Chu? Song Yu's "Nine Debates" starts in the autumn wind, the plants and trees turn yellow, and the geese return to Han? Liu Che's Autumn Poems The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool and the vegetation is frosty. Cao Pi's Ge Yanxing has many fallen leaves, knowing autumn: Lvxiang courtyard. Kim? Tao Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry" describes the length of the night on the new autumn night.
Tingting: It's far away. Kim? Tao Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen" recorded the whereabouts of hibiscus dew, while in Liu Yang, hibiscus was sparse: lotus.
Southern dynasties? Xiao Yan's "Qiu Si" looks at the cold city, and Pingchu is in the cold city: the cold has invaded the city. Look: Look into the distance.
Pingchu: Ye Ping. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation.
Write two sentences about the scene of early autumn. Southern dynasties? Xie Tiao's "Xuancheng County Hope".
3. Sentences describing autumn harvest
1. The rice is ripe and the earth is boiling. The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power. Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. This is people's praise for spring. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are gorgeous.
2. In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature, and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree, constantly changing colors, gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow, orange ... showing rich and colorful. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams. Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves of trees are constantly changing, turning yellow and red, and then falling leaves begin. The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways, and the colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It looks elegant and pleasing to the eye. Enjoy the sunshine and rain in summer. In autumn, the rice is ripe and dedicated to the farmers who take good care of them, with a golden smile! In the early autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolled around, and Mi Dou flowed. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.
3. When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching your back and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All these are magical canvases-nature, carefully using lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments. I love autumn, love the tranquility of autumn, love the simplicity of autumn, and love the nobility of autumn.
The autumn wind blows across the fields, turning yellow rice into golden yellow, and people bend over with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. Farmers in the field, their smiles are tanned by the sun, and I don't know how much sweat they have. Now that a bumper harvest is in sight, can it not make people happy?
Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe. Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year.
4. Poems describing the bumper harvest in rural areas
The ears of wheat look in all directions in the field;
Thin figure swaying in the breeze,
Telling the vicissitudes of the years;
The cold wind can't blow away your endless thoughts,
The hot sun won't dry up your endless attachment.
Hard-working people have been expecting;
That drop of sweat,
Has been connected with your heart, hand in hand;
The air is filled with your intoxicating body fragrance,
Just looking at your golden color gives people endless reverie.
The tenderness of fingers touching your face ripples in the wind;
The joy of harvest took away yesterday's sadness.
The most beautiful scenery has been fixed in people's hearts.
5. Poetry about harvest
Picking peas
Fat ya ya, handsome Niu Niu, hand in hand, crossing the ditch, picking up peas, picking up a bag as soon as they are picked up, eyah yo, picking up a bag as soon as they are picked up.
Golden peas, silver peas, round red peas, one after another, you can't lose the harvested fruit, eyah, you can't lose the harvested fruit.
Autumn is full of fruits.
Autumn is like a big plate.
Full of all kinds of sweet fruits.
Green apples and red persimmons
Dali in Huang Chengcheng
Brochette grapes saizhuzi
What looks like a lantern is an orange.
Autumn is a fruit bowl.
Everyone likes to eat fruit.
"Agricultural harvest! 》
Agricultural harvest!
The good news spread all over the Gobi.
Father Sun gave a thumbs-up sign;
The wind mother-in-law sang the song of harvest;
Little Balaam plays Dombrat;
Little Coulee turned up a flowered skirt;
Look!
In the field,
Grandpa Corn stroked his long beard.
Smile at us;
Sunflowers hung their heads shyly,
Nod to us;
Watermelon hit the general in the stomach,
Wave to us.
Listen!
The click of the train,
The hope of a bumper harvest is being sent far away.
Agricultural harvest!
The whole Gobi is boiling!