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 ......