Poems praising autumn
Qiusong
Autumn, happy autumn;
Singing that happy song.
Autumn, autumn is crisp;
Experienced the baptism of that spring and summer.
Autumn, the autumn of fruit;
Harvest rich fruits.
Autumn, autumn with beautiful makeup;
There are beautiful blue sky and white clouds.
Autumn, autumn of feeling;
Welcome the arrival of that winter.
Autumn, autumn of inspiration;
Inspired creative enthusiasm.
Autumn, sentimental autumn;
I like that gentle and affectionate girl.
Autumn, the expected autumn;
The horn of expectation sounded.
Autumn, autumn of knowledge;
Like the blue sea.
Autumn, touching autumn;
A dull mind.
Autumn, the hero's autumn;
Ripple up the vitality of the hero.
Autumn, autumn of hard work;
Took a step of struggle.
Autumn, autumn with love;
Like the Yellow River rushing to the sea.
Autumn, the autumn of endeavor;
Singing hard songs.
Autumn, happy autumn;
Ushered in the autumn rain.
Chapter 2 Poetry in Praise of Autumn
Autumn songs
Grab a cool hand from the pond.
Bring a mellow fragrance from the orchard
Autumn has come, singing golden songs.
Come to the city, come to the village.
There is no pride in spring breeze.
There is no sadness.
There is no enthusiasm like the scorching sun.
Not as cold as frost and snow.
You sing about the hardships and bitterness of a long journey.
But there is no disappointment and sadness.
You sing the joy and satisfaction of autumn harvest
But there is no conceit and arrogance.
Ah, deal with yellow flowers everywhere
Gui Xiang is full of autumn wind.
I want to sing with you.
Chapter 3 Poetry in Praise of Autumn
That autumn
Liuwan
Can't get it back
Only when dreams come true-inscription
This is a quiet autumn.
The sunshine stretched out its arms and stroked my thoughts.
I've traveled a long way.
You line up with lines of poetry.
Come and see me. Gentle and beautiful words
Flip up and down
The sky is blue.
Puwei swings in a large area.
Resilience and warmth are slowly rising.
You told me that time could stop.
I naturally understand. I'm sure the time at this time
It should be called eternity.
I really hope I can spend a lot of time.
Read you. Look at the year.
What is deposited on you is not the roughness of vicissitudes.
But full of tenderness.
I really hope I can spend a lot of time.
Accompany you. Two people wear the same cotton-padded jacket.
Sitting on the stone steps in the warm sunshine. Lean back.
Day after day
When you miss it, you are all the images.
That autumn, you took your soul away.
Leaving only one heart to fall into the poem.
Maybe one day, she will sing it out of your mouth.
Fly out, you suddenly wake up, listen.
A name fell to the ground.