Complete works of modern poetry describing autumn.

Modern poems describing autumn are as follows:

What color is autumn?

Maple leaf said:

Autumn is red,

I was dyed red by the autumn wind.

Corn said:

Autumn is white,

My little baby is proof.

Orange said:

Autumn is orange,

Otherwise, my golden armor will be everywhere.

The pine tree said:

Autumn is no different from other seasons.

They are all green.

Everyone asks Qiu, what color are you?

Autumn said:

I am colorful,

If I belong to a color,

How monotonous autumn is!

Extension: The scenery in autumn is beautiful as follows:

1, Miss Qiu came to us quietly in colorful clothes. He dyed the flowers colorful, and he decorated the park colorful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a beautiful painting.

2. In late autumn, the leaves are yellow and fall to the ground one after another, like a yellow carpet, but the cockscomb flower can't bear to give thanks, which is quite independent from the cold and autumn.

3, the autumn wind is rustling, the leaves are messy, the bleak patches are everywhere, and my heart is sad. Suddenly found that autumn is a sad season.

4. Autumn leaves fall like a dream, and chrysanthemum fragrance is pitiful all over the sky. Thousands of red leaves, the more late autumn, the redder, from a distance, like a flame rolling.

In autumn, the maple leaves on the mountain are red, and the maple trees all over the mountain are as red as fire and clouds, reflecting half the sky.

6. Persimmons in autumn are like lanterns, sparkling grapes are like strings of agates, mottled leaves, tortuous branches, vines and a few sparrows pass by, forming a beautiful and quiet picture with infinite vitality.

7. Forest Nakakoji is full of fallen leaves, and several thin wild chrysanthemum seedlings are drilled out of the fallen leaves in autumn. The white flowers are light, without a trace of makeup, emitting a faint fragrance, swaying in the autumn wind, and looking particularly comfortable.

8. The dust of years mixed with frost will also wither hope. As late autumn comes, the cold wind sweeps away the leaves, and the prosperity is instantly lonely.