Prose poems about autumn

1. "Autumn Moon"?

Author: Xu Zhimo?

Autumn Moon! ?

Who can afford silver fingertips?

Tickling romantically! ?

If you don’t believe it, just look at the light waves of the sea.

It’s not like you can’t help but caress them with its jade fingers.

It’s lingering there and crying! That's it:?

The boring clouds and smoke,?

The happiness of the autumn moon,?

It warms the heart and cold eyes,?

I also put on light clothes indifferently, and came to participate in this happy marriage and funeral.

2. "Autumn Rain"?

Author: Zhang Ailing

Rain is like silver-gray sticky spider silk, woven into a soft net, and the net is The whole autumn world. The sky and the earth were dark, like the roofs of ancient houses covered with cobwebs. The gray-white clouds piled in the sky are like the white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this ancient roof, everything is extremely dull.

The green pomegranates, mulberry trees, and grapevines in the garden just represent the prosperity of the past midsummer. Now they have become the ruins of ancient Roman buildings, shivering in the sound of rain. , recalling the glorious past.

The color of the grass has turned into a melancholy yellow, and there are no fresh flowers to be found underground; the delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory walls lowered their heads, with tears in their eyes, and sighed at them. It was such a miserable life that after just two days of beautiful sunny days, we encountered such a rainy day filled with bad luck.

There is only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, and its branches are already decorated with a few tender stamens as precious as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life sprouting.

The rain fell quietly, with only a thin pattering sound. The orange-red houses look like old monks in bright cassocks, with their heads bowed and eyes closed, receiving the baptism of the rain. The damp red bricks, the color of pungent pig blood, are in sharp contrast to the green osmanthus leaves under the wall.

A gray toad jumped around in the wet, moldy mud; underneath the dull net of the autumn rain, it was the only thing full of pleasant life. The pattern of gray and yellow spots on its back corresponds to the dull sky, creating a harmonious tone.

The rain is like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaving into a soft net that covers the entire autumn world.

3. "Pigeon"?

Author: Hu Shi?

The clouds are clear and the sky is high, what a late autumn atmosphere! ?

There is a group of pigeons playing in the sky. ?

Looking at them in twos and threes, ?

circling back and forth, ?

as if they were in a hurry,——

Suddenly, they turned over on the ground and reflected the sun. , the white feathers line the blue sky, very beautiful!

4. "Autumn Soul"

Author: Liu Zengshan

Autumn Fruits

It is autumn, but the ripe fruits lower their heads, It is not admiring itself, nor is it narcissistic, nor is it weeping that it will fall off the branch. It's thinking: How did I mature?

If it weren’t for the wind, I’m afraid it would have become moldy;

If it weren’t for the rain, I’d be afraid it would have shriveled up;

If it wasn’t for the light, I would be afraid it would have turned pale;

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It’s not hot, I’m afraid I’m already haggard.

Are there any fruits in the world that mature without being exposed to wind and rain?

Are there any fruits in the world that mature without being exposed to sunlight?

Color

What is the color of autumn?

Millet said: Autumn is yellow, and I am the one who makes the autumn wind blow yellow. Gaoliang said: Autumn is red, and I am the one who makes the autumn air dye it red. Cotton said: Autumn is white, otherwise, where would I have this snow-covered scenery?

Moju said: Autumn is black, and my blooming flowers are proof. Pine and cypress said: There is no difference between autumn and summer, they are both as green as me...

Autumn shook his head and said: No, no, I am colorful. If I only belonged to one color, how monotonous autumn would be!

5. "On the River in Autumn Evening"?

Author: Liu Dabai?

Birds returning to their nests,?

Although She is naked, but she is still carrying the setting sun back.

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When the wings are turned,?

the setting sun falls on the river;?

The white-headed reeds also become makeup. It became an instant beauty.