At night, under the faint street light, I saw a golden tree. At that moment, I froze. Looking at the fairy-tale golden tree, flapping its branches and leaves, I was moved to tears.
I always thought that autumn, dead leaves, only represented desolation and loneliness. Autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad that the ancients described autumn in the same way: almost like autumn, the color is bleak and the smoke gathers; ..... Its cold gas makes people bones and muscles; Its meaning is gloomy, and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
Taking it as a sound, it is sad and cut, but it is difficult to call. Listening to the autumn sound and watching the leaves fall one by one is a farewell, and it is also the exhaustion and disappearance of life.
Sadness, reluctance and helplessness always haunt me. I appreciate the autumn wind.
I am intoxicated with her elegance and exquisiteness, but at the same time, I always fall into a sad mood inevitably. Today, this brilliance suddenly gave me a strong feeling.
That tree, a person, stood there stubbornly, almost stubbornly, with branches covered with gold, standing firmly in the wind. It turns out that autumn is also strong.
It is persistence and patience. Autumn rain hit them in the face.
Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old trees stand gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles.
Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald. Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew.
The sky gives off a soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the song of a soaring lark, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while.
So dusk. The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors.
What a beautiful autumn, here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is a prosperous country, Chung Shan Man and the wind are covered with red carpets. Korean pine covered with elastic skins is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and flying slowly in the rice fields in vain.
When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying and turning yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees fall leaves. In the middle of the night after autumn, the moon goes down and the sun hasn't come out yet, leaving only a blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night.
The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and the sun sets in the western hills before Shan Ye is dispersed by the evaporated water vapor of the sun. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was quickly turned silver-gray by the moonlight candle.
The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covering the moonlight, seems to be a wisp of light smoke in the field, as if falling into a dream.
After the sunset glow passed, the smoke in the fields disappeared, and the water was as clear as light, washing the soft autumn night. One autumn night, the sky in Gao Lu was thick, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the southwest horizon.
The cold moon shines on the earth, so dark, but the stars in the galaxy are getting brighter and brighter. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn and millet, the songs are accompanied by the chirping of autumn insects, accompanied by occasional accompaniment, and the ground-blowing Weng blows the cold eggplant intermittently.
Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds. ..... The moon came up, but the clouds covered half of it, hiding in the cracks in the trees far away, like a country girl, shy.
People used to say, "However, before she started coming towards us, we shouted and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us." That's one o'clock The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. Let him go. He is too lazy to care about it.
But I think, if it's autumn night, it's not bad to blow a little west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, you should listen to the rushing "Tao" sound.
The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three candles in the middle of the hall.
The timid flame was overwhelmed by the big roof. We looked at each other by candlelight, as if covered with smoke.
It is as dark as the sea outside. Only a few barks from far and near tell us that we are still in this world.
Blue sky. Late autumn, spotless, crystal clear. Clouds are reflected on the clear Jialing River; The microwave of fish scales and the green river water add color to the clouds, which is particularly gorgeous.
On a cool and sunny autumn night, the bright red Mars in the starry sky adds a lot of luster and interest to us. Recently, after eight o'clock every night, Mars rises from the horizon in the southeast.
It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky. No matter where you are, it is easy to find it. The fallen leaves in the north render a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet.
Perhaps only two pieces fell first, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower.
Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.
Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen.
This is the heyday of autumn. Jujubes are like olives and pigeon eggs, showing light green and yellowish colors in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai.
The falling core that looks like a flower but is not a flower will scatter all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, you can only feel it.
2. Modern poetry about autumn
Send away the last ray of hot sunshine in summer,
You hold the hand of the seed,
Holding hands all the way,
Experienced two long and short seasons.
Just for the sake of,
There are fruits with golden branches hanging high everywhere,
The farmers in the Hotan wilderness smiled stupidly.
I saw it clearly,
Their eyes are full of tears of joy.
Finally,
Ears of grain in rice fields,
Quietly climb to the top of the former seedling,
Bend leaves;
But also bends the back pressure of the harvester,
Bend the pole.
You use a face after harvest,
Comfort the sweat of farmers who have traveled for a long time.
Swallows fly south,
You send them to the treetops and let the fallen leaves return to their roots.
Spit out a little white fog affectionately,
Cover their footprints when they come home,
Leaving only the blue sky,
Long, long memories.
Nianqiu
Familiar dreams are swaying, looking at the north and south of the river, and suddenly smelling the fragrance of Qiulin.
On the occasion of fruitful results, the autumn nursery is getting frosty with the touch of one ear.
Looking back slowly, I miss autumn and summer and just wait for the red leaves to dance.
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This is a modern horse-
But John doe did his best.
Autumn in Qiu Qiu
Autumn leaves fall in succession.
Straw has been harvested by farmers.
Miss Qiu came to accompany me.
and .. / with ..
In the end, I made it up myself, and I couldn't get any inspiration.
Modern poetry describing autumn
Poems describing autumn
Liu Dabai, on the autumn night river
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
( 1923)
Pigeon Hu Shi
Clouds are light and the sky is high. What a late autumn weather!
There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air.
Look at them in twos and threes,
Back and forth,
Iraq is like Italy,—
Abrupt, turn it over and reflect the sunshine, white lining the sky, very beautiful!
( 19 18)
Autumn morning is at stake.
Goodbye, starry night,
I have suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,
You stepped on my back,
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!
At this last moment, I opened my eyes.
Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.
Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,
Until you cry with joy!
3. Modern Poetry Describing Autumn Modern Poetry Describing Autumn Poetry Describing Autumn "Autumn Night on the River" Liu Dabai's homing bird, although hooked, returned with the sunset.
Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river; Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments. (1923) Autumn Morning says goodbye to you. In the starry and frosty night, I bear the pain that holy water can't wash away. You stepped on my back. Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again! At this last moment, I opened my eyes, put my hands around the feet of the sun, watched the leaves tremble and dance, and listened to the sound of the city until I shed tears of joy! (1934) "Shanghai-Hangzhou Train" Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear as a dream, vague, looming,-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age! (1928) "Whispering" Xu Zhimo's autumn rain is a first-class cold autumn pool, a gaunt autumn willow, a timid autumn branch, a yellow autumn leaf, listening to his kiss, whispering Sanqiu's feelings and love stories, and finally gently brushing him away in autumn eyes.
Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's love affair and the plot of love poems also fell into the autumn halo of autumn eyes, whirling and following the autumn flow. (1July 2, 9221day) Autumn Moon: Autumn Moon of Xu Zhimo! Who can afford to scratch and crawl romantically with silver fingertips? I don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, but I can't help crying with the touch of its jade fingers! That's it: boring clouds, the beauty of the autumn moon, cold eyes and cold clothes to attend this happy wedding and funeral.
(19221October 6) The reason why Xu Zhimo's Autumn Moon is like the moonlight tonight is because we are all looking up-look at it, a full charm rises from the dark cloud like a mob-and it is particularly bright and round. It spreads out on the road, it floats on the water, and it dips in the bottom like sad weeds; It lingers on the eaves of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its glory, it caresses the ruins of the scattered tombs outside the city, and in the continuous sound of birds, it wants to see the old and new ghosts. It also stands like us, its eyes flashing and chewing the biting coolness: the lingering poetry of silver is like the star phosphorus on the water.
Listen to the songs of the four fields-eternal and humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, darkness mixed with heat, in this quiet autumn night and the vastness of autumn fields, the greatness of "melting" unfolded the baby's smile in all tiny depths! (1930 10) Qiu Meng Dai Wangshu's Shepherd's Bell shook off the light leaves. Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess.
So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past. Oh, now, I'm a little cold, a little cold and a little depressed.
(193 1 year 1 month) Flowers in first frost Dai Wangshu Flowers in first frost in September, Flowers in first frost in October, Misty Girls Come to My Bones. Decorate you with autumn leaves, decorate charming girls with monotonous death and fog, and send me your plain flowers.
Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun has not been rekindled. I watched my sideburns fall, so I ushered in the autumn decorated by you.
(19351October) Du even sounded a mature tone in Autumn, and the rainy and noisy summer passed. No longer think about the severe and sultry test and the detailed memory of dangerous swimming.
After breaking ground in spring buds, twisting and injury in the growth of young buds, these branches are also crazy in the hot sun and almost lost their way in the rainy night. Now, the plain sky is cloudless, the mountains and rivers are clear and clean, and the vision is particularly broad; In the season of wisdom and emotional maturity, the river seems to come from a deeper source.
Turbulent airflow ferments in the valley to form transparent good wine; What autumn is blowing? The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. Street trees also imply something in red, and the wheels of bicycles are shining with vitality; The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude, and Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.
(1Autumn of 979) Grass in the South of the Yangtze River In the autumn when Li Ji chrysanthemums were in full bloom, I first came to the south of the Yangtze River. Although I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, your beauty is beyond my imagination by a thousand times.
Looking at your beautiful city, the most beautiful pictures have lost their colors; Walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal swan song is eclipsed. Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: I can't find a word to describe you in my vocabulary.
People say that "there is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world", and heaven is just an illusion that people weave according to your appearance. I know you can't show your magic in autumn. All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers.
But I'm going back. I'm going back with this blade of grass. I want to take this blade of grass to the desert. I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I want to plant it on the Gobi desert, and I want to say to my villagers, "Irrigation it with our sweat, and make our big Gobi look like Jiangnan!" " (1August 957) "Qiu Ge-I" Autumn has come in Guo Xiaochuan, and geese have called; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! When the ears of grain are ripe, the cicadas disappear; Life on earth is sweeter and better! Coastal pine and cypress, wind and waves; Osmanthus fragrans in the south of the Yangtze River is full of fragrance. Good horses on the grassland have gained weight; Castle peak in the northeast, wearing a snow hat.
Oh, autumn, autumn water, autumn moon, these are all printed by our painstaking efforts! Ah, autumn flowers, autumn fruits and autumn red leaves have never soaked our sweat! The mountains of history are stacked on top of each other! We climbed hundreds of steps ten feet high. The journey of fighting is endless! We broke through a thousand hectares of barren sand and snow in Wan Li.
Looking back, I see: the foundation is solid, the ditch is deep and the west wind is strong. Excuse me: who doesn't touch the long counselor with their hands? Wildfire in the wind will never go out! There are many dangers, and there are also many brave people. A fishing boat braving the wind and waves is as light as a butterfly! How big it is.
4. Ancient poems about autumn, modern poems about autumn, what poems about autumn are there in foreign countries? Autumn night in the mountains, Tang, after the rain, the autumn night stands, the pine forest is moonlight, the crystal stone in the stream, the bamboo whispers in front of the fishing boat, the lotus leaves in front of the fishing boat are harvested, and the spring is gone. Wang Sun can stay. Nocturnal, Tang Wangwei, Gui Bosheng, autumn dew, but thin, do not change clothes. The silver guzheng has been playing hard all night. I'm afraid to leave my room. Midnight in Qiu Ge, Tang Libai, a bright moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand hammers pound the ground, and the autumn wind blows the heart. When will the Tatar army be conquered and my husband return from the Long March? . Autumn in Xuancheng, the North Building of Xie Tiao, and the picturesque Jiangcheng of Tang Libai, where the mountains look at the clear sky, the rain lights the mirror, the rainbow falls from the double bridge, the orange pomelo is crowded with people, and the phoenix tree is old in autumn. Who goes to the north building, the breeze welcomes Xie Gong. Stay by the Jiande River and stir Tang's boat. How clear the moon is on the water! You have found your quiet seclusion in the mountains of Qiudeng, Jiao Ran and the white clouds of Beifeng. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, flying with geese in my heart may seem a little sad, if the weather in autumn is not so fresh. Seeing the villagers, I crossed the river to have a rest. The trees on the horizon are like the moon, and the mainland by the river is like the moon. If I bring wine, I will get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Mu painted a cold screen with a small fan of silver candle, and it was as cold as water. Birds fly home over the clear lake and white beach, leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and I watch the long river roll forward. I have come to 3 thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn and my hundred years of sorrow, I climbed this peak alone. Bad luck has frosted my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine. In the mid-autumn moon, Song Sushi's twilight clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. The night is not long in this life. Where can I see the bright moon next year? Mid-Autumn Moon, Tang Bai Juyi, Wan Li, unexpected, add sorrow and hate the world. Who will be stationed outside the dragon for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court? After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital the night before the veteran went upstairs. According to how many people were heartbroken by him, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad stayed far away. Tu Mu-Mountain Walk is far from Hanshan, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
5. Autumn poetry can be either a poem or a modern poem-autumn rain-tall buildings look forward to dusk, and the rain rustles on the leaves. Autumn night-when sleeping, the sound of autumn is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps. Autumn sound-the spring grass in the pond has never dreamed, and the fallen leaves in front of the steps are autumn. Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and Chiba is full of hate. Autumn colors-the emptiness and brightness of the school echo each other. Qiuju-I'd rather die holding incense in the branches than falling in the north wind. Qiu Si-There is no news from my old friend Wan Li, so I'm going to ask Duan Hong across the river. Autumn sorrow-I don't know how to be idle, but I always write about my sorrow every night. Autumn is prosperous-the west wind blows over the lake leaves, and I change my autumn clothes for the first time. Autumn bosom-it's a pity to go out and see the lake wood again. The phoenix tree falls to its hometown in autumn. Enlightenment of autumn-everyone explains the sad autumn events, not as well as poets. The smell of autumn-crickets only know that autumn comes early and it rains a lot on plantains. Ancient poems and famous sentences describing autumn curl up in the autumn wind, and waves of Dongting Lake curl up under leaves: describing the breeze blowing. Dongting Lake is in the north of Hunan Province today. Wave: microwave movement. Leaves. The vegetation is bleak and withered. If you travel far, climbing near the water will be very bleak: lonely and depressed. If you travel far away, it seems that people travel far away. During the Warring States Period, there were nine debates on Song Yu's Ci, and the autumn wind started, and the vegetation fell to Yan Huang to return to the car. The autumn wind is bleak and the plants are swaying. I know it's autumn: Lvxiang Courtyard. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry" is far from the new autumn night, and the graceful moon is far away: describing the length of the night. The pavilion is far away. In Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in May and June", the whereabouts of hibiscus are revealed, and the willow is sparse in the middle of the month: lotus. Xiao Qi Yan in Southern Dynasties.
6. Write autumn poems: 1, mountain trip (Tang) Du Muyuan is in the cold mountain, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the late maple forest, and the frost leaves are red in February. 2. Looking at Dongting (Tang Dynasty), Liu Yuxi's lake light and autumn moon set each other off in interest, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Half the river rustles and half the river is red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. In the autumn evening, Du Mu's "Silver Candle Qiu Guang" painted a cold screen, rocking a small fan and flapping fireflies. The day and night are as cool as water, sitting and watching morning glory and Vega. The leaves in the pavilion have thinned since I sent my brother Tang's seven-year-old daughter away. She is so strange that she doesn't fly continuously. 6 nights in the cold night near Fengqiao. The bell rang the passenger ship at midnight. 7 Autumn Ci (1) Tang Yuxi has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. Clouds of cranes in the clear sky bring poetry to Bixiao. 8 Autumn Ci (2) Tang Yuxi's beautiful mountains and clear waters are frosty at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. When you try to go deep into the bone marrow, it's as crazy as spring. I didn't send Murphy cream to the clothing requisition office. 10 Look at Qinchuan, Li Hao, and Qinchuan. Look at him. The sunrise is just in Dongfeng. The mountains and rivers are clean and the city is heavy. There are thousands of autumn bamboos and cool five-ling pines. The guests are sighing. The frost is thick.