Autumn poems are short and self-created.

Qiu's own poems are as follows:

Feel autumn

Listen, the golden wheat waves sang the joy of the farmer's uncle.

You see, the fiery red flowers have brought Mother Earth's new clothes.

Smell it, that thick osmanthus fragrance is the breath of autumn.

Try it. That sweet golden pomegranate smells like autumn.

Ah! Autumn is so beautiful!

Autumn is coming.

Autumn has come, like a persimmon covered with branches, red and smiling.

In autumn, red, yellow, green and delicious fruits are sweet in my heart.

In autumn, there are golden and heavy ears of rice everywhere, like a sea of joy.

In autumn, leaves fall with the wind, bringing warmth and strength to the earth.

Autumn is coming, it is a colorful season, and sweet music is playing everywhere.

fallen leaves

When autumn comes, the leaves turn yellow

One leaf after another, almost gone.

I picked up the leaves and smelled them. It smells really good.

When it shines in the sun, it will shine.

This is a magical fallen leaf.

autumn wind

Autumn is coming, and the autumn wind is blowing gently.

Blow the ripe grapefruit one by one and the red persimmon string.

Blow yellow rice and golden yellow, and blow sweet-scented osmanthus.

Thank you, kind teacher Qiu!

fallen leaves

As soon as the leaves fall, winter comes, and falling leaves is an autumn leave.

As soon as the leaves fall, they get cold, and the fallen leaves are cold music.

As soon as the leaves fall, the fruit is ripe, and the fallen leaves are the report card of the farmer's uncle.