24 solar terms? Autumn scroll (poetry group)

Autumn wind, cool wind, white dew.

Cold cicadas crawl on the ground, high in the sky.

Buttonwood leaves fall, two pieces of autumn.

Autumn dry sorghum fields are covered with autumn fertilizer.

There are three or two withered peach blossoms.

Red leaves are everywhere, between white mountains and black water.

Forget the sunset, forget the hometown.

The white dream is vague, on the Dongshan slope where the bamboo joints are yellow.

Three or two cicadas chirped and waved their arms weakly.

A mantis, shaking away in the noise.

More and more full of thoughts, accompanied by the tung trees in my hometown.

Oil-paper umbrella full of autumn rain and melancholy.

A girl who sighs vaguely like a lilac.

Look at the bow of the revetment and the reeds in the distance

summer heat

? On the day of midsummer, the eagle is a sacrificial bird, and heaven and earth will be destroyed.

He naideng. The sun that competes for autumn and summer quietly moves south.

The popular birdwatcher stretched out his fist to show his advantage.

Yellow rice and red sorghum are everywhere.

Rise in Mount Sumi and build warehouses on closed houses.

Hot-headed, in Jiangnan.

Immersed in the snow water of Tanggula Mountain, it is full of autumn colors.

Jujube in July, pear in August and persimmon in September all have red skins.

Fruits all over the mountains, on the smiling faces of children.

Full of red sunshine. Autumn coolness from Siberia

Stride south until the temperature of Wenshui drops.

Fall into the morning dew. Flying ears of rice in rice fields

Put it in the swallow's mouth. A big lotus lamp

In the legend of Hulan River, it is full of quiet nights.

Millennium

? When the geese rang, the mysterious bird came back. Shy dewdrop

Wet clothes that are timid and afraid of cold, regardless of spring and autumn freezing.

The white dew is a mystery, and the autumn equinox rice is beautiful.

The ground is red, yellow and white, in a crowded cotton field.

Take off the warmth quickly. Plus colorful past events.

In a trance, I saw a sudden leap of spirit.

Fog is gray, and white dew refers to deer as frost.

Degenerated a summer of restlessness and exposure to time.

Busy autumn ploughing for a solar term is getting thinner and thinner.

Tie the fence of the mind and line up.

Follow your eyes and chase the withered red sorghum.

Like the night on the Danube, mother's touch flows.

In every silent moment.

Roll up the sadness of love, together with the pigeons in the river continent

Autumn Equinox

? On the day of the autumnal equinox, the thunder began to stop, and the insects plowed the households.

The water began to dry up. The dividing line of the Tropic of Cancer is between black and white.

Osmanthus fragrans is fragrant in the south of the Yangtze River.

Crab fat chrysanthemum yellow. Pursue the moonlight with worship.

On August 15th, the Wild Goose Gate opened at the foot of Yanshan Mountain.

With frost eaves, facing the white of the morning light.

The rainy autumnal equinox frostbitten the cold air.

The sunny cornfield is a foot long.

Invivo's bright white is in the southern suburbs, and Artemisia annua is in the autumn equinox.

Crickets on the Great Wall screamed loudly. Cold dew without sleep

Cool breeze blowing gently! Above the old well in the yard, the sky is blue and there are no clouds in Wan Li.

Flying koi fish, in the clouds, waving a rich back.

Look at the autumn colors, crawling on the earth like an ocean.

Bamboo in the moonlight, swaying colorful river days.

Cold Dew

? Swans fly south, and birds enter the sea as mussels.

There is a yellow flower at the beginning of the chrysanthemum. Look at the starry sky on the leaves of the plane and change seasons.

The moonlit night is frosty, and the heart sinks in September.

The footsteps of winter are faintly visible, and the autumn clothes are Leng Yan.

Noisy rain, morning and night.

I climbed nine times in the rain. The thunder of Nishikawa

When the wheat falls, the wild hawthorn drinks cold dew tea.

The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold.

The soybean farm in La Qiu Er is in full swing. On the afternoon of the festival

Rows of wheat awns walked neatly on the ridge of the field.

The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads.

After the first frost, I planed sweet potatoes. Temperature of hoe handle

Holding hot ginger soup on the porcelain back.

Sunny, with homesick eyes.

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The first frost.

? On the day of the first frost, the jackal sacrificed, and the vegetation was yellow.

Insects with thorns are salty. Frost and ash of dead leaves

Red persimmons on the north hillside, enjoying chrysanthemums and drinking in front of the court.

Autumn frost plants are stained with red maple everywhere.

Climbing dragonflies wash away the dust from the floating world.

In the distant mountain stream, fat yam.

Talk to each other. Put the wet sweet potatoes in the granary

During the day, the autumn clouds are far away, the frost moon is whispering, and the frost is flying cold.

Ignorance replaced the quilt of the night.

In that noisy forest, hibernating squirrels

Fat and strong, mixed with caves full of pine cones

Comfort the coming snow. The ridge is full of cold autumn.

Just a beam of moonlight, the will of winter.

Into a colorful Yun Ni fluttering in the wind in Saibei.

(This group of poems was selected into the daily selection of Chinese Poetry Network of Chinese Writers Association on October 3, 20 18/kloc-0, and was shortlisted for the11issue of daily good poems, which was published in the New Poetry Journal of Shanxi Writers Association).