English poetry about autumn

"Forever Autumn" Then, the autumn season began. At the crossroads, in a quiet inn, when the sun went down, by the fire, but the night covered the secrets of you and the rain. They will remain the same, time will soon carry the secret of rain, and the storm will get closer every day. Autumn season will begin forever, and the edge of time will ripple after the bell and weeping willows, but the night will keep the secret of you and rain, and time will soon carry the secret of rain, and the storm will approach every day, and it will be autumn to autumn in john keats J./kloc- Bend the mossy cottage with apples to make all the fruits fully mature; Make the gourd swell, make the hazelnut shell full and have a sweet core; Flowers bloom more and more late for bees until they think that the warm days will never stop, because summer has flooded their wet and cold cells. Who doesn't often see you in your shop? Sometimes, no matter who looks for it, you will find that you are sitting on the floor of the granary carelessly, and your hair is a little messy by the winnowing wind; Or sleep soundly in the half-harvested furrow, and be drowsy by poppy, while your hook spared the next harvested crop and all its flowers. Sometimes, like a gleaner, you keep a steady load head across the stream; Or next to cyder-press, you watch patiently, observing the last seepage hour after hour. Where are the songs of spring? Well, where are they? Don't think about them, you also have your music. When the striped clouds are in full bloom and dying, they touch the stubble with rose color; Then in the noisy choir, all the gnats wailed in the yellow river, rising or falling with the birth and death of the breeze; The loud bleating of adult lambs came from the hilly area; Hedge crickets sing; Now form a garden with a soft red chest whistle; And the skills of collecting finches. About the author: Keats, a British19th century romantic poet. The first novel "Oh, Loneliness" was published in 18 16, and the long poem "Adimian" was published in 18 18, which was valued and encouraged by famous poets Byron and Shelley. He created a large number of famous works, such as the long poem Isabella and lyric poems Ode to an Ancient Greek Urn, Ode to a Nightingale and Ode to Autumn, which established his lofty position in the history of English literature. -I've found a lot. You choose. 1 Autumn is the season of falling leaves. The maple leaves on the road fell all over the floor and looked orange. I like the feeling of walking on it like a carpet, because I love carpets, but there is no autumn in my home. There are migratory birds. Once, I saw a flock of seagulls migrating on the roof of the city. There were some pigeons and crows chasing after the door, but they never migrated because they loved fast food. There is blue sky and high sky in autumn. Maybe the sky is open in autumn. It may have been relieved by the wind and rain in summer. Why put down the sickle that is already full of fragrant rice, and hold the fat fruits and vegetables in the bamboo fence with baskets? Live in a farmhouse in autumn. Scatter a round net to the cold fog on the river, and put away the shadow of Chinese tallow leaves like herring. The reeds are shaded with frost and gently shake the parked oars. The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats. The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry. Because the stream is dry, the stone is clearer. Where is the flute on the cow's back, the flute hole full of summer night fragrance and heat? Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess. 3< Qiu Si> I can't find a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella like cloves on the streets in autumn, and I can't find a trace of spring on the banks of Yangliuyi River. The bustling city is full of inaudible whistles. Birds sing and insects sing, including Qiu Chan's four Autumn Nights on the River. Liu Dabai's homing bird, even in prison, still carries the sunset. Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river; Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments. (1923) "White Dove" Hu looks pale and the sky is high and the clouds are light. What a late autumn weather! There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air. Look at them in twos and threes, circling back and forth, they are like meaning. -suddenly, they turned over, reflecting the sun, white against the sky, beautiful! (19 18) Autumn Morning says goodbye to you. On a starry night in first frost, I 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, 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 difficult it is, how bold it is. I used to spend the night with the brigade, but now I sing "Iron is like a mighty pass". My comrades and I went to Huang Yangjie, and the White Army died in the wilderness! Only the flowing water of the river is surging, and the red flag of fighting will never come! It's just that the pride of the warriors is getting higher and higher, and the harvest season is coming year by year. Oh, autumn is coming, and geese are crowing; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! ..... Oh, ears of grain are ripe, cicadas are gone, and life on earth is sweeter and better! ..... (1September 29, 962) "Qiu Ge-Warm-up" The fallen leaves of Yaxian finished the final trembling. The flowers disappeared into the blue eyes of lakes and swamps. The sound of anvil in July has gone far away, and in Liao Qiongqiu's sky, the warm geese haven't written their beautiful sonnets yet. The warm horseshoes left the residual flowers in the small mountain road in the south, and the singer left the broken rhyme in the faint temple in the north. Autumn leaves nothing but warmth, leaving everything behind.