I like autumn because the autumn wind is very refreshing. In the early morning of autumn, the air is crisp and the cool breeze is blowing gently. The road is dry and comfortable. Autumn wind is accompanied by the chirping of birds and insects. The leaves on the tree fall with the autumn wind, float here and fall to the ground. Pick up an autumn leaf, which says winter, spring, summer and autumn, natural beauty.
I like autumn because the sky in autumn is very high and blue. The sky in autumn is very high and blue. The sunshine in summer is not so hot, and the sunshine in winter is not so cold. Looking at autumn, it is spacious and comfortable. Full of nature and beauty. The crisp autumn days and broad mind make people forget their usual busyness and daily chores for a while. Or the mind of the sky can move you and make people's minds more open. Like the autumn sky.
I like autumn, because autumn rain is warm. A dark cloud floated by, and the rain dripped, tinkling, falling on the branches and the lake with the autumn wind. Look at the water circle of water drops in the lake, round and round, and red fish swim freely in groups. Look at the Mao Mao rain outside the window, continuous and thin. It's like nature whispering to you.
I like autumn because the moon in autumn is very bright. The moon hangs in the sky, pure and moist. No joy, no sorrow. The moon reminds people of their hometown, mountains and water. Beauty of hometown, friends of hometown. The moon shines in the sky, very bright and homesick.
I like autumn because it tells the story of autumn.
Prose poem 2 describing autumn: Quiet autumn quietly comes to us, with autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn colors.
The autumn wind is cool and comfortable on your face. Without the heat of summer, it is not cold in winter. Autumn is autumn, beautiful and warm.
Look, the sky is so blue and high. It makes people suddenly enlightened and bright, and their mood flutters with the clouds, looking up at the blue sky and thinking quietly.
Some people say autumn is a sad season. Trees begin to sprout in spring, thrive in summer and wither or disappear in autumn. Time flies, time flies, youth is like running water, infatuated with autumn sunshine, light and cool.
Autumn brings us peace and sublimation, and autumn brings us wisdom and thinking.
I like autumn because it is quiet.
Happiness is a kind of mood, a kind of sudden enlightenment, and a kind of sunshine after a storm. Then, letting go is happiness.
There was a rich man, carrying a lot of gold and silver treasures, looking for happiness in the distance. However, after walking through thousands of waters in Qian Shan, I didn't find happiness. So he sat on the side of the road in dismay. At this time, a farmer came down from the mountain with a big bundle of firewood on his back. The rich man asked the farmer, "Why am I unhappy?"
The farmer put down the heavy firewood, wiped his sweat and said, "Happiness is very simple. Letting go is happiness! " " .
The rich man suddenly realized that he had brought so many gold and silver treasures, fearing that others would take them away and steal them. How can you be happy if you are worried all day?
So, the rich donated the treasure to the poor for charity, and he tasted happiness.
Look at it and let it go. Cherish the present, be more mature, less worried, more indifferent, less fame and fortune, more true feelings and less worldly. Leave an open sky for the soul, just like this beautiful autumn, autumn sky.
Letting go is a kind of happiness!
Prose poems describing autumn: farewell in autumn morning, starry night,
I've suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,
You stepped on my back,
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!
At this last moment, I opened my eyes.
Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.
Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,
Until you cry with joy!
Prose poem 4 describing autumn: autumn moon is like moonlight,
Tonight, because we are all looking up-
Look at it, full of charm,
Being a thug from a black man
Rising in the clouds—
It looks extraordinarily bright and round.
It spread on the road,
It floats on the water,
It is immersed in
Water plants knot like sadness.
Underwater;
It's on the wall of the ancient city,
Thousands of city bricks are in its glory.
Breathe,
It stroked.
Grave ruins scattered inside and outside the city,
In the constant cry of resident birds,
Want to see old and new ghosts,
Stand together like us,
Eyes shining,
Chewing the biting shade:
Silver lingering poetry
Like the star phosphorus on the water,
Flying in the dew.
Listen to the songs of the four fields-
Eternal and humble harmony,
Sadness and joy,
Hatred and love,
Preserve heat energy in the dark,
In this secluded autumn night and autumn field
In the vast universe,
The greatness of "solution"
In all the tiny depths
launch
Baby's smile!