Autumn wind poetry modern poetry

1. Complete modern poems about autumn 1, Qiu Meng.

Bai Dai Wang Shu

The shepherd's bell in the distance,

Shake off the light leaves.

Qiu Meng is light,

This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.

So my dream came quietly,

But it carries a heavy past.

Oh, now, I'm a little cold,

Some are cold, and some are melancholy.

Road 2, autumn moon

Xu zhimo

Autumn moon!

Who can afford a silver fingertip?

Romantic scratch and climb!

No, but look at the light waves that are dedicated to the sea.

I can't help it

The touch of the jade finger,

I was crying there!

That's it:

Boring clouds,

Beautiful autumn moon,

Fumigating warm wandering hearts and cold eyes,

Put on your light clothes coldly,

Involved

Get married.

2. Ancient poems about autumn, modern poems 1, autumn night in the mountains, Tang dynasty, empty mountains after rain, standing on autumn night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. 2, "Autumn Nightingale" Tang Guijiao gave birth to a slight autumn dew, light and thin, and did not change clothes.

The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. 3, "Midnight Qiu Ge" Tang Li Bai's bright moon hangs high in the capital, and all the hammers are smashed.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

4, "Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" Tang Libai River is picturesque, beautiful and clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?

5, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran My boat was moored in the fog, and at dusk, the memories of the old days began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

6. "Qiu Lai Zhang in Denglan Mountain" Haoran is on the North Peak among the white clouds, and you have found your hiding place. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.

The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

7, "Autumn Evening" Tang Du Muyin candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

8. "Ascending the Mountain" Tang Du Fu sobbed from the vast sky in the strong wind, and the birds flew home on the clear lake and white beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

9, "Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon" Song Sushi's clouds are cold and silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

10, "Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon" Tang Bai Juyi Wan Li is incredible, adding sorrow and hating the world. Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court? After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.

According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing. 1 1, "Su Curtain Covering" Song Fan Zhongyan blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn color waves, waves of cold smoke.

The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. 12, "The Pride of the Fisherman" Song Fan Zhongyan blocked the wonders of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese went without noticing.

The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost.

People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. 13, "Glare" Song boarded the Happy Pavilion on the evening of July 16, watching the Nanshan in Chang 'an cry in the corner of the border town in autumn, and the bonfire shone on the high platform.

Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang River should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.

14, "Autumn Moon" Song Chenghao Qingxi crosses Bishantou, and the empty water is fresh in autumn. Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.

15, "Autumn Nocturne" Tang Guibo was born with a slight autumn dew, thin, and did not change clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

16, Autumn Wind Where is the autumn wind in Yuxi, Liu Tang? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.

17, "Autumn Ci" Yuxi, Liu Tang Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. Clouds of cranes in the clear sky bring poetry to Bixiao. 18 "Autumn Rain Send Yuan Jiu" Tang Baiju is easy to be covered with red leaves and moss, and it is breezy and rainy. I don't blame Qiu Si for suffering alone. He is nearly twenty years older than Jun Jiao.

19, "Early Autumn" Tang Meng Haoran did not feel that the nights in early autumn were getting longer and longer, and the breeze was heavy and bleak. In the hot summer, Mao Zhai's retreat is quiet, and there are dewdrops under the steps.

20, "Autumn Night on the River" Tang Du Mu is alone in the sky, looking at the road. The poor and sick traveler always lives in dreams.

Cicada sing Qiu Shu, crows sing sunset sand. If you don't want to burn the temple, the other party will throw a new year's goods.

1, I'll come back when there is a holiday in the mountains and it's chrysanthemum time. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" 2. Frosty night and Jiang Feng worry about sleeping.

-Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge 3. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. -Du Fu's Mountain Trip 4. The clear sky is full of cranes and clouds, and poetry attracts Bixiao.

-Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Ci" 5. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. -Liu Yuxi's autumn poems 6. Nothing to say, go to the West Building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard-Li Yu's Meet You Huan 7. There are many trees and lush grass.

-Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" 8. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean. -Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" 9. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose goes without paying attention.

-Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride" 10, the autumn wind is high in August, and my family is three hairs. -Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage 1 1 And the autumn wind is blowing my heart and heading for Yutong forever.

-Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge 12 If the weather in autumn is not so crisp and clear, the quiet evening may seem a little sad. -Meng Haoran's "Autumn Mountain King Wu" 13, silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies.

-Mutu's Autumn Night 14 Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward. -Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain 15. Sprinkle drizzle on the river to wash away the autumn.

-Liu Yong's Whispering Ganzhou 1. Tianjingsha Yuan. Ma Zhiyuan withered vine old tree faint crow, small bridge flowing water. The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.

2. "Autumn Ci" Tang. Liu Yuxi's mountains are clear and clear, and first frost comes at night. Several trees are dark red and light yellow. Trying to go deep into the bone marrow on a tall building is as crazy as spring. 3. "Don. Born in Luoyang, Zhang saw the autumn wind and wanted to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

(3), an ancient poem describing autumn 1, autumn wind starts in Bai Yunfei, plants turn yellow, and geese return to the south. 2, the autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, and the vegetation shakes the frost.

3. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.

5. In August, the wind howled and Sanhe grass rolled in my house. 6, the mountains and rivers are clear and frosty, and several trees are dark red and light yellow.

7, red candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. 8. Trees and trees are all autumn colors, and mountains and mountains are just shining.

(Tang? Wang Ji "Wild Hope") 9. Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, and cold smoke on the waves. (Song? Fan Zhongyan's Su Zhelian)-Modern Poetry Describing Autumn Modern Poetry Describing Autumn "Autumn Night on the River" Liu Dabai's homing bird, although caught, still brought the sunset back.

Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river; Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments. ( 1923)

3. Poetry describing autumn Modern poetry Qiu Si's "Autumn Night by the River" and Liu Dabai's "Birds Returning to the Nest" are hanging, but they still carry the sunset.

Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river; Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments. -A group of autumn scenery (1) In autumn, I drew desolate traces on the tip of my pen, but the concentration of ink dyed the clouds into deep rain, and then the coolness filled the space. Feeling, as the witness and victim of autumn, falls silently, giving autumn a colorful concession. Looking back like autumn water, Xifeng forgot how stupid and futile it was. It is a story of verdant leaves and Qiongzhi that can never be swept away. They are tall and immortal again in the spring breeze. (2) The air is dry in autumn in the north where there is little rain, and the leaves that have not grown up before are picked by the autumn wind. The leaves are colored. That is a compliment to the humble leaves, and it is also the comfort of the leaves to their own destiny. Walking in this oil-like painting, some are unreal, with a little sadness. Painting is painting reality, that is, autumn is reality, autumn crops are abundant, and hope is mature. For this resentment, leaves are harvested in the coming and going seasons. Does the wind have its own responsibility and mission? This is not its original intention. In fact, it has thousands of affectionate spring breeze in Qian Qian, cool breeze and cold wind in summer, its change has its own face, and its feelings also follow the Four Principles. Don't blame me for pitying you and committing crimes against the wind. It should be said that this is the same mood in the same season. Say nothing? There is a kind of love called letting go. Let the tree recharge its batteries and no longer input life for you. Leaves used to be attached to trees, and you also have a special liking. I will say a few more words for you. You have had budding love, reluctant parting and understanding, your affection turned into spring mud, and your loyalty has no regrets. A rotten smile, your firmness once flourished, making a lush summer, and your life is immortal. Enough to be passed down by the next generation. what can I say? If you find the right position, you won't worry about autumn, and if you grasp your destiny, you won't regret it. This is your real life. (3) Love in autumn, when you open the window, the fresh air blows head-on, the sun blows all over the corner of the room, and the pen and ink are enough. The word oxygen also shone with golden light and came alive. Suddenly, I fell in love with the golden world of Huang Chengcheng. Although the golden world is also dotted with melancholy, the blue sky and white clouds can better express the calmness of quiet and beautiful reincarnation. (4) Qiu Si, you lit a bonfire, and autumn escaped unhurriedly. After only one night of baking, the maple tree became red. You said I love autumn and turned it into spring. Why did I shake my head? There is a grand party in the Botanical Garden on February 14. I know. I have it. Pear flower's hand is so gentle that it is reluctant to let its sweet soul disperse into autumn. It's not that you don't care about the pain in autumn. You only write stories about spring. In fact, you cherish the laws of nature. Dewdrops on your eyelashes are embellished by rain. Who can say that watery eyes do not contain the profound meaning of autumn? Holding your hand edge, you begin to sublimate, watching the love that penetrates this life and the afterlife, and locking the earth tonight, so that the earth will no longer turn. Only Qiu Si condensed on string on the forehead. Autumn leaves are my invitation to my friends. on

Modern poems about autumn are already in December, and the leaves on the trees have turned yellow, but most of them are hanging on the branches.

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, alone, stood there stubbornly, with golden branches and strong standing 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.

5. Poetry about Autumn (Modern Poetry) The famous Autumn Moon by Xu Zhimo

The same moonlight,

Tonight, because we are all looking up-

Look at it, full of charm,

Being a thug from a black man

Rising in the clouds—

It looks extraordinarily bright and round.

It spread on the road,

It floats on the water,

It is immersed in

Water plants knot like sadness.

Underwater;

It's on the ridge of the ancient city,

Thousands of city bricks are in its glory.

Breathe,

It stroked.

Grave ruins scattered inside and outside the city,

In the constant cry of resident birds,

Want to see old and new ghosts,

Stand together like us,

Eyes shining,

Chewing the biting shade:

Silver lingering poetry

Like the star phosphorus on the water,

Flying in the dew.

Listen to the songs of the four fields-

Eternal and humble harmony,

Sadness and joy,

Hatred and love,

Preserve heat energy in the dark,

In this secluded autumn night and autumn field

In the vast universe,

The greatness of "solution"

In all the tiny depths

launch

Baby's smile!

(1930 10 month)

6. Late autumn wind modern poetry, who has late autumn wind poetry Author: Bi

My heart hurts so much that I can't hold a speck of dust.

Dead branches hide Koharu.

Rot has taken away my green and budding spring.

The kingfisher flew away from my ugly branch.

A sad cry crossed my mind.

Cut through my sky

My throat is full of thorns.

Black ants come in droves.

Heavy heart, full of holes like ant nests.

The fake coat dances in the wind.

Cut to pieces, let the muddy tears.

Air-dried into April heat and September cold.

The shadow of kingfisher drifted away bit by bit and left my sight.

Into a drop of thick ink, a lost star.

That ink, dripping on my dripping heart, is like a loose wolf poison.

Lonely autumn wind drags a long tail.

Tie me tightly, and I fight with cold enthusiasm

Trying to escape from the besieged city.

I want to have a quiet sleep and find a shelter.

My empty head is leaning on my collection of poems.

If you hear the wind blowing, it's the sound of me turning pages.

7. Ask for a modern poem or essay about autumn wind. Autumn wind, you are the angel of this season.

With a faint mist

Dance with your own happiness

Accompanied by Hongfeng

With a refreshing blue sky.

Your pace is full of comfort.

Colorful leaves

Floating gently in your song.

Clear and bright lake water

Waves are rippling in your story

And the grass swaying at the bottom of the river

Swing on pebbles and sing to the horizon.

Autumn wind, notes flying away on your strings.

Can't wait to leave the arrow.

Summon all the fruits

Call them with your smiling face.

Full, rosy and fragrant.

Look, the persimmon is blushing.

The flying eagle blew off a gray meteor.

Full ears of wheat are also working hard.

Call you

Autumn wind, the messenger of autumn

Walking home with all the harvest.

Sweet and rich.

Sent to every corner by you

The breath of the earth in autumn

You sent it to the end of the world in time.

With nostalgia for the summer sunshine

Indulge in your tenderness.

Oh, the angel of autumn

May you stay in my heart forever.

8. Modern Poetry Describing Autumn Modern Poetry Describing Autumn Poetry Describing Autumn "Autumn Night on the River" Liu Dabai's homing bird, though trapped, 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 piece of pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear and vague, like a dream,-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 bag.

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, 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.

9. About autumn modern poetry 1, autumn author: Sang Yu

I've always liked autumn,

I like its gentleness,

I like its serenity and delicacy.

The autumn wind rises and the river ripples.

Yellow leaves, swaying one by one.

Autumn rain,

Colorful umbrellas make up a flowing ink painting.

The fields in the countryside are spectacular.

Pieces of corn stalks are dancing with long sleeves in the wind.

Celebrate this year's harvest.

Red apples are waiting on the branches,

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2, Qiu Ge Author: Zi Ming Qingcheng

Grab a cool hand from the pond.

Bring a mellow fragrance from the orchard

Autumn has come, singing golden songs.

Come to the city, come to the village.

There is no pride in spring breeze.

There is no sadness.

There is no enthusiasm like the scorching sun.

Not as cold as frost and snow.

You sing about the hardships and bitterness of a long journey.

But there is no disappointment and sadness.

You sing the joy and satisfaction of autumn harvest

But there is no conceit and arrogance.

Ah, facing the yellow flowers everywhere

Gui Xiang is full of gardens and autumn wind.

I want to sing with you.

3, autumn Author: bamboo to see the moon

The sigh of maple leaf

In the embrace of two rains

The deeper you get into it.

late night

The Millennium hangs in my arms.

Quietly coming

Wood carving on the cliff

Hidden under the remnants of midsummer

Kiss the waves goodbye

Wild geese fly by.

There is one lying in front of the door.

Be cut off by years

A dry river

The fragrance of pine flowers in September

Get married by an old wooden window in my hometown

4. Autumn moon. Author: Xu Zhimo

Autumn moon!

Who can afford a silver fingertip?

Romantic scratch and climb!

No, but look at the light waves of the sea.

I can't help it

Jade fingers touching each other

I was crying there!

That's it:

Boring clouds,

Beautiful autumn moon,

Smoke warms the heart and cold eyes,

Put on your light clothes coldly,

Involved

Get married.

5, Road Aviation Automobile Author: Xu Zhimo

Hurry! Come on, come on!

When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?

A water, a bridge, a car accident,

A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo, red leaves are:

Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,

As clear as a dream, vague, hidden,-

Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?

Urging old Qiu, urging old age!