The poems about autumn are as follows:
1. "Autumn Morning"
Farewell, the dark night filled with stars and frost, I have suffered the sin that cannot be washed away by holy water. , you just stepped on my back,
Welcome, Dongshu, you have been resurrected! At this last moment, I opened my eyes,
Hold the sun with both hands Feet, look, leaves tremble, flowers dance, listen to the sound of the market and get intoxicated, until tears of joy fall!
2. "Frost Flower"
Frost Flower in September, October The frost flowers, the charming mist, bloom to my temples. Decorating the autumn leaves, you decorate the monotonous death.
Dear mist girl, come and hairpin your beautiful flowers for me. Do you still have the tears of pearls? The sun will no longer rekindle the ashes of death.
I watch the fall of my hair on my temples, so I usher in the autumn decorated by you.
3. "Autumn"
Even the pigeon whistles emit a mature tone, and the noisy summer with rain showers has passed. No longer think about the severe and sweltering test,
The detailed memories of dangerous swimming. After experiencing the breaking of the ground in the spring, the distortion and injury of the young buds as they grow,
these branches have also been wild under the scorching sun and almost lost their way in the rainy night. Now, there are no floating clouds in the ordinary sky.
The mountains and rivers are clear and clear, and the vision is extremely broad. It is a season when wisdom and emotion are mature, and the river water seems to come from a deeper source.
After fermentation, the turbulent air flow turns into a transparent wine in the valley; which wave of autumn is blowing here?
The intoxicating fragrance has already mixed the autumn flowers and leaves. Deeply dyed. The street trees also use red to hint at something.
The wheels of bicycles are flashing with vitality; the long arms of tower cranes point into the distance at high altitudes, and the autumn sun scans the harvest information above.
4. "Jiangnan Grass"
In the autumn when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, I came to Jiangnan for the first time. Although I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, your beauty exceeded my imagination a thousand times. Looking at your splendid city,
the most beautiful pictures have lost their color; walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal chants seem pale.
Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: there is no word in my vocabulary to describe you.
People say: "There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." Heaven is just a fantasy that people weave in your image.
I know that autumn cannot reveal your magic and beauty, and all I see is just a blade of grass among your thousands of miles of flowers.
But I am going back, and I am going back with this blade of grass.
I want to take this blade of grass to the desert, I want to bring this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I want to plant it in the Gobi Desert, and I want to say this to my folks:
"Water it with our sweat, let our great Gobi Desert It has become like Jiangnan!"
5. "Autumn Song One"
Autumn is here, the wild geese are calling; the sun in the clear sky is redder and more delicate! Gu The ears are ripe, and the sound of cicadas has disappeared;
Life on earth is sweeter and better! The green pines on the coast are filled with wind and waves; the sweet-scented osmanthus in the south of the Yangtze River fills the avenue with fragrance.
The horses in the grassland have gained weight; the green mountains in the northeast have worn snow caps. Oh, autumn, autumn water, and the bright moon of autumn, there is nothing that has not been imprinted with our hard work! Oh, autumn flowers, autumn fruits, and autumn red leaves, there is nothing that has not been soaked with our sweat!
The mountain of history is layered upon layers! We climbed another hundred steps up a ten-foot-high slope. The journey of the battle is endless!
We have traversed thousands of hectares of desert sand and thousands of miles of snow. Looking back: the fortress is strong, the ditch is deep, and the west wind is strong. I ask: Who doesn’t caress the long-term sigh with his hand?
The wildfire in the wind will never be extinguished! There are as many dangerous passes as there are. What a brave procession. A fishing boat in the waves, as light as a butterfly!
How great the difficulties are, how strong the courage is. I once followed the brigade through the vast night, and now I sing "The great pass and the long road are really like iron".
I once visited the Huangyang Realm with my comrades. The White Army at that time died in the wilderness without knowing where it was!
Only the rivers are flowing, and the red flag of battle never arrives! Only The pride of the warriors is getting higher and higher day by day, and the harvest season is coming every year.
Oh, autumn is here, the wild geese are calling;
The sun in the clear sky is redder and more delicate!... Oh, the ears of grain are ripe, the cicada sound has disappeared,
The big Life on earth is sweeter and better!...