Beautiful prose poems in autumn

Beautiful prose poem about autumn 1 Slowly, flowers bloom and wither;

The geese fly quietly to the south;

Quietly, Qiu, again.

Like a veiled girl;

But it is also a flower season that leaves nature;

Look at the flowers under the fallen leaves,

After thinking about it, it is the world that earthworms leave;

Go over there and eat slowly,

This season of joy and confusion.

Clear autumn, depicting natural colors,

Fallen leaves are its destination and color.

Cold autumn, put on your coat,

Desolation is its unique coat;

Autumn, sigh out the heart of time,

Loneliness is like the heart of the world;

Autumn, shed sad tears,

Rain is its tears.

Under the gorgeous autumn scenery,

Listen to the warblers in the fallen leaves,

The cool breeze of the phoenix passed by,

Time, the sky gazes at this moment.

Let the heart feel autumn again.

Beautiful prose poem about autumn 2 Another good season in Qiu Guang.

Another year of missing separation.

Shallow Qiu Guang is elegant.

Cold and lonely

The cherry blossoms in the dream are soft and graceful.

The flute in the dream sounds like nature.

Butterflies are cut here in autumn.

The flute sounds sad here.

There are pale blue distant mountains and lakes in the dream.

Color is like a dream.

As mellow as wine.

I stood on a hill covered with fallen leaves.

Overlooking the sparse world

Some are just the most lonely and helpless sadness in the world.

Lonely and powerless soul in the world of mortals

Who has lost his thoughts and cares?

Wandering in the shallow autumn

Helpless, my dream

This heart hurts.

But I can't find an excuse anymore.

Autumn is a lost season.

Innocent children in the snow

The boy in the plum shadow in the moonlight.

Lost everything in this silent autumn.

Decomposition, peace of mind.

A flower and a world, a leaf and a Buddha.

Flowers bloom in spring and leaves fall in autumn.

Thousands of degrees in the world

Start with the edge and end with the head.

Can be broken, put down, and feel at ease.

Time is fragile, but time will make people old.

Where the dream is, the heart is there.

Home is where the soul is.

Affectionate and bitter, love begets sorrow.

Obsession is tangled, and the years are swaying.

Look back a thousand times

At this moment, I will never look back.

Beautiful prose poems about autumn.

The sunset glow has been discharged before the curtain falls.

At night, appear

Out of the window, the picture shrinks.

Finally, a ray of light came true.

A well-planned plot

Can't forget, the wind

The moment the stars open, the sky is bright.

Cut off the last hope of the red candle

2.

Zhang saw the light and shadow.

Dark clouds shrouded, under the laissez-faire of Erlangjun

Round, missing

Tengu, and greed before swallowing.

After eating the moon

A thin figure

Who is safe and plays the piano at night?

On the life line, life and life are intertwined.

And vision

Never tell the difference between human and animal faces.

3.

Ants, tragic fate

From the proud touch of footprints.

An arrogant and unyielding imagination

Twist into a line, spread out

The pace of conquest has not stopped.

4.

Ignorant world, speed in the wind.

Open in the rain

Dust shaken from old books.

Like a light year, it melts into the world and falls into a brand-new fertile soil.

An erratic universe

Any washing; Awakening at any time

The floating dust is removed and the sky is clear.

5.

Wu Ye is erratic, hot and cold.

At the moment of undressing, it was very sad.

A farewell song of sadness and joy

If it is broken, you can see it when you look up.

Fragments fell under the lamp.

Shoot a confusing light.

Cover up with a kind of pain

To express those so-called maturity

The so-called youth

Bring about omissions in previous lives

The content of reciprocating this life

Break the atmosphere at the moment

6.

Give your eyes a distance.

In the gradually decadent back

Can be answered; Can be saved

In the lost memory, look for

Blessings and traces of the past

My steps were not in vain.

When the leaves are flying.

Fly over sorrow

Those who are indifferent and familiar

I have completely forgotten.

I can't move to the spring position

Put it in autumn

The coming winter will be

Repair season ......