Autumn Prose Poetry 1
Autumn leaves look at me everywhere.
I clean up some time, some past events, and some hesitation. Great loneliness and beauty, light spirit sitting in front of you.
A leaf breathes, coughs, is sad and happy ... Open the window, and sweetness and honey run in autumn.
The real shot is comparable to a tall poplar. Want to pick up the Big Dipper?
I think, if you are stingy, the collapse of time and the fate of failure are inevitable.
Starting with a roll of paper, the top 90 thousand domineering king happens to be the center.
How many times have you been afraid? Under the pavilion, a king was absorbed, rightfully combing the petals and getting drunk inch by inch.
Forbearance. Willing to be king Autumn touched a universe with super energy.
Do you know yourself? A woman with fluttering clothes.
Set a maze with cardamom in the 18th spring. I can't give little cambra any doubts. I just want to carry the world on my weak shoulders.
You said that a man is a mountain, and he is the king of indomitable spirit. I said that a woman is a pool of living water, soft and tough water.
Suddenly, the eyes were wet and tears of happiness welled up in them. Walking with you, cutting mountains like mud, as hard as iron.
I heard two words flying in autumn. Fame is in the sky.
Harvest, righteousness, righteousness. I want a leaf in my heart. The apex of the heart trembled.
Deep, deep. A drop enters my body and smiles at each other. It's good.
A poisonous flower, blooming on the cliff, is gently entangled by moonlight.
Slow down. Slow down a little. Anyway, I came all the way tacitly.
Not the sky, not the earth. Know autumn, weather the storm.
A cherry with trembling lips?
My words are all over your branches, and you must have seen them, my Lord.
In this world, we are metaphysically talking to Tagore and Whitman.
Knowing autumn, burying consensual, permeating the fragrance of the soul. That's enough.
Feiqiu model essay 2
In rainy autumn, there is warmth in the cold.
Words with autumn breath, the breath of a leaf, opened a window.
Lazy leaves turn into butterflies and fly.
The moon just hangs on the treetops, peeping at the autumn wind, and the curved branches cling to elegance.
Foresee, fly together in autumn.
Who says there is no flying autumn? Smart autumn is a naive child and an angel with wings.
I picked up the autumn rain in My Sweetie and sipped it. The humid air hovers over the top of the mountain and can't go back.
Tonight, I will kiss a bunch of autumn again to make up for the autumn sky.
First frost smiled, the iron in her bones was bright enough.
In the wide-angle lens, a beautiful woman in Yu Meiren is bending over a hairpin.
The woman playing hard to get, dancing with trembling hands and wrapped in flames, intoxicated her acting king.
The irresistible distance is very attractive. Autumn flies out of red, big red Wang Yang.
Through the stone steps, through the wind and frost, down, down again.
Do you still need to guess where the red world comes from? I squatted down and listened to the story of autumn quietly.
Creeping in Yahai, I felt the softness of the water.
Oh! With the deep affection of water, the ground is red.
Suddenly, without warning, waved to me.
Flowing and surging, rolling ink stacks, flying all over Shan Ye.
I use exquisite brush flowers to stir the trend and be indifferent to peace.
Feiqiu is silent, kisses the lips of time and holds up the sun with the iron of a word.
Children's Prose Poems about Autumn 3
The beginning of autumn has arrived. After beginning of autumn, the weather is not as hot as in summer.
Every time it rains, I always feel cold again, as if the footsteps of autumn are coming gently.
The first thing I feel is the notes of autumn. After an autumn rain, birds circled and sang in the low altitude. The air was a little cold, but the hot air was dispersed. Autumn is pleasant, and the autumn melody is playing.
The colors of autumn are colorful, red, yellow and green. The seedlings in the field are a little yellow and the trees are greener. Autumn rain falls, a little cold. Flowers bloom in autumn and write down the beauty of nature. Flowers and plants in autumn sing the spirituality and beauty of nature.
It rains in autumn, but it doesn't rain in summer, which is a bit continuous. Sometimes sunny, sometimes dripping. Let people's thoughts drift away. Every time it rains, the footsteps of autumn are closer, an inch of autumn rain and an inch of autumn. Autumn is crisp and the weather is cool. Autumn rain washed away the impetuousness of summer and made the earth quiet slowly. The mood also calmed down, and the summer irritability was gone, and silence became the theme.
Autumn is a sentimental season, with gray air and foggy air. It seems to tell everything in the world. However, if you feel autumn from another angle, it is a quiet season. The autumn wind is cool, with a faint fragrance, blowing your face and mine. Autumn rain is falling, with the light spirit of rain and dew, nourishing your heart and mine. A kind of beauty also floats in my heart.
Autumn wind blows, autumn leaves fall one after another, and leaves fall to the ground one by one, which has a unique charm of autumn. Present the golden color of the earth. Cool air and golden leaves are unique scenery in autumn. Autumn is a heavy season, and autumn is a harvest season. Autumn, it says harvest, autumn, it says acacia. Autumn rain is lingering and always comes quietly. Moisturizes the earth, tenderly loves the courtyard and softens the leaves. Tap on the window, the tea is fragrant and affectionate. Autumn rain is warm and charming, and the smell of air in autumn rain drowns the noise of the city. The autumn wind moved, and the autumn rain fell leaves.
Autumn is full of emotion, the years are ruthless, and time is gone forever. The world is not perfect and life is short. However, as long as we have worked hard, struggled, persisted, worked hard, struggled and persisted, although there are shortcomings, it is also beautiful, don't you think?