Chapter 1: Autumn wind of poetry from 20 17 blew the harvest movement.
Sorghum hung low and fragrant rice overflowed.
The wind blew, and the branches were covered with jewels.
The fruit party just started.
The autumn wind blew the harvest music.
Autumn rain beats the keys of the earth.
Sunny and foggy, rustling,
Accompany the banquet, wash away fatigue for farmers,
Let every gem become bright and beautiful.
Autumn rain beats the keys of the earth.
Every note is dancing,
Every rhythm is singing,
Created a harvest movement.
Let this go.
Sing briskly.
Chapter 2: Poems from Autumn 20 17 Will Autumn Come or Not?
Early or late?
The answer is yes.
Don't cry for a few fallen leaves.
You don't have to dry up for a few nameless streams.
There is no need to panic about a few sparrows in the wind.
Speaking out of turn, sentimental.
Autumn doesn't need melancholy.
The sunshine in autumn is warm.
Osmanthus fragrans in autumn
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Autumn will surely come.
Come when you should.
It is autumn.
When the river flows in spring.
In the burning summer of passion
Before, after winter, it was wrapped in white.
Autumn is flat, long and short, red and yellow.
Make a poem
In autumn, melons ripen and fall.
Chapter 3: Poems from Autumn 20 17 When the yellow leaves hanging on the dead branches fall with the breeze,
When the gray cuckoo sings a sad pastoral song.
When the crystal pearls on the grape trellis are piled up in long strings,
When naughty frogs make waves by the small pond,
Autumn has come quietly.
Autumn has come quietly,
It was delivered by a harvester who was busy in the field!
The farmer's uncle waved a golden straw at him.
Fragrant grains are scattered in mid-air.
It is also the seed to sow the hope of new life.
Waiting for a bumper harvest next year.
Autumn has come quietly,
It came from a cheerful fishing boat on the lake!
The fisherman's uncle threw a round fishing net to meet him.
Awaken the happiness in the dream of lakeshore cranes.
The fat fish in the water are playing happily.
Spit out strings of pearls like foam.
Elf-like doves flapped their strong wings,
The trumpet-shaped morning glory has sunny blue flowers.
And that cute little squirrel at the top of the tree,
"Click, click" to eat ripe pine cones.
Autumn is the gentlest and most beautiful autumn.
Like a melodious folk song,
Like a dazzling poem.
Put passionate ditties and flowery words,
Buried in everyone's heart.
Chapter 4: What is the autumn of 20 17?
The children said:
Autumn is a brush,
Paint the earth gold.
What is autumn?
The painter said:
Autumn is a painting,
A beautiful painting.
What is autumn?
Uncle farmer said,
Autumn is a granary,
All wheat and rice.
What is autumn?
The musician said,
Autumn is a tune,
A song full of harvest joy.