1, autumn poems 1
Listen, the sound of autumn, maple leaves turn red makeup, brush brush, is the waist dancing against the autumn wind. Listen, the sound of autumn, the sound of geese flapping their wings, is to tell the earth something else. Red dates are covered with branches and have the fragrance of fruits. Autumn rains spread all over the earth and played a song of autumn.
2. Autumn Poems 2
Listen, the sound of autumn, rice grinning and snapping, is the rhythm of rice harvest. Listen, the sound of autumn, frogs light up and croak, which is a farewell song to the stream. Birds fly into the blue sky, scattering waves of songs, and waves of autumn winds sweep the orchard, bringing a bumper harvest of songs. Listen, walk into autumn, walk into this magical concert hall, and listen carefully to the sound of autumn. Frogs croak, which is a farewell song to the stream.
Birds fly into the blue sky, scattering waves of songs, and waves of autumn winds sweep the orchard, bringing a bumper harvest of songs. Listen, walk into autumn, walk into this magical concert hall, and listen carefully to the sound of autumn. The sound of autumn is in every big tree, in every field, in every fruit, in every rustling autumn wind. Listen, the sound of autumn comes and goes quietly from nature. Listen, let's hear Qiu's voice.
3. Autumn Poems 3
The voice of autumn comes from the heart. The mature scream of life, handfuls, takes shape in your hands. You broke the silence in front of his eyes, and the details grew slowly like young trees in the mist. Occasionally rough or hard as wild flowers in weeds. Occasionally there are red, yellow, purple or blue, and there are traces of his hand touching. Your hands have caught the sadness of autumn countless times, and you must never relax. Why are you relaxing?
Your trembling touched the wound of autumn, and the leaves whirled. The yellowest and thickest leaf found his eyes on the veins. Open, still breathing a leaf, found his mouth under the leaf, still talking in his sleep. A leaf bitten by a bug found its foot where it was bitten, but it didn't know where to go when it was lifted. Look around the mountains and beyond, and you start to panic. Have you found his heart over the mountains?
Isn't the autumn heart made of clouds on the horizon? Why does Autumn Heart always quack in the hearts of walkers?