The beginning of autumn poetry

In normal study, work and life, you must have seen those classic poems with bright and orderly rhythm and beautiful rhyme. Are you still looking for excellent classic poems? The following is my collection of poems about beginning of autumn, which I hope will help you.

Beginning of Autumn

In early autumn,

I'm getting old.

A cloud throws a flying knife.

I hid in the greenhouse with vegetables.

Breathe the afterglow of life

We are relatively speechless.

Waiting for the quiet flowers to bloom.

In early autumn,

I'm getting old.

Fold old clothes into kites.

Think back to how the sky indulges the clouds.

Let those transparent flying knives

Attack human beliefs

And I used to use the crescent moon as a dagger.

Drive away the clouds and catch small fish in them.

In early autumn,

I'm getting old.

No longer willing to look at flying knives on the ground.

Like a sly hedgehog

Play the gentle weak

But when we walk on the earth,

Toes are full of blood like flames.

Wait until the winter snow comes.

The world is as white as ever.

Autumn in Qiu Lai.

There is not enough reason.

Flowers bloom and fall.

But you need the only excuse.

People come and go.

Footprints kill footprints

At the beginning of autumn

I'm getting old.

Beginning of Autumn

season

One of the most sensitive words.

It's looking for its way home.

Finally reveal the energy.

I'm exhausted

The way home points to the clouds.

Things are different this autumn.

Time-changing journey

This is an excellent TV play.

A master who can't finish appreciating

It always brings novelty and pleasure to people.

The unexpected encounter between summer heat and early autumn

Actually, it's you.

Think of the joys and sorrows of new knowledge

Chewing the love and hate of life.

A wish in a new dream

Open the title page of the new issue of the mind

Poetry under the clouds

Open a well-tailored clear autumn flower umbrella

Words after the cool breeze

Blow a refreshing and comfortable shower.

Last night, frogs shouted insects.

Autumn music on Xiao Sheng's balcony

The Indus River has a deep perception.

How many geese fly for whom?

People who are always in early autumn

Li Meng Meng wai gu Shu Xiang

A basket of happiness

Beginning of Autumn

Jump from the angle between the sun and the horizon.

Solar terms Again, sign your name on this page.

Those green leaves remain the same.

Covered with green, like green stars.

Raise your eyes and look at the sky.

Tonight. The scattered autumn wind pulls the moonlight to gather.

Sickle, polished.

The ears of rice are bent with laughter.

Wave after wave, golden blood is flowing.

A field full of frogs. Put it on the farmer's shoulder.

Count the joy of harvest

And I ... sing in the sky. Look laurel in the eye.

There is a kind of transparent sadness in the autumn water.

We agreed not to look up. The moment when you can raise your eyes

The joy of seeing a flock of geese. Or dyed red in the distance.

Shan Lan's cheek.

Autumn is real. Wake up from the long night

When one of the leaves turns yellow and falls.

I saw another tree trembling and dropping a seed.

Trying to brew the next life

The cycle and renewal of life

Leaves fell all over the floor.

The leaves are dyed and a little yellow.

Thunder is like hemp

Lightning pierced the dawn night sky.

Sparse stars

Sparse stars set off the dawn.

A cool breeze

The craze that swept through summer.

A large body of water

Know who to turn to for help.

Frogs together

Hidden in beautiful flowers and bones

The snail climbed up the crumbling grape trellis.

Suck the dew of autumn

Sky and sky

Twilight cicada sang at the top of her voice.

But still so hoarse.

After a complicated sound outside the window

Become silent.

At this time, it is autumn again.

The breeze behind beginning of autumn

Or blow out from the mouth of the fierce sun

But the heat is obviously insufficient.

The so-called autumn tiger

Only under direct fire.

A little sunset.

It was quickly overwhelmed by the coolness.

At night, I stand at the top of a tall building.

The coolness surrounds you.

Look around the autumn night sky.

Neon lights are flashing in all directions.

Dress up the autumn night with colorful colors

The stars and the moon are ashamed of themselves.

Man-made boundless into nature.

Standing in the autumn wind

Pink in memory

Crushed in the tempering of years

The charm of peach blossoms

It's already the glorious year of China yesterday.

The days passed quietly.

The prosperity of the street

Is the noise reference in the background.

Noisy noise

Forgotten in the corner by the wind

The years passed silently.

Autumn colors

Vast and desolate

Dead leaves are spinning and can't dance.

fail

The ground is covered with frost.

Withered grass

The leaves have dried.

On the vast Yuan Ye.

The mist caressed the sad heart.

Fengli

isolate

Gaze at the vicissitudes of autumn.

The ground is full of sadness.

Be interpreted as a classic song

Sing in a low voice

In the eyes of the audience

What is revealed is desolation.

In the vast sky

The lonely eagle circled.

For this lonely autumn.

Infected by weak vitality

Sunshine uses two eyes.

Scan this indifferent world

In the breath of toil

This is the epitome of an incomplete yesterday.

Cloudy eyes

Lose the luster of the past

The ancient Watanabe outside the small bridge

Did you stand there and look up?

Silent river

Tell the legend of yesterday's Pentium

Wupengchuan Cao Kun Yi

Is the ship full of hope rocking?

A gurgling river

Understand the philosophy of the long river of time

It's dusk between trance.

The afterglow of the sunset

Reflect a tired figure.

Leisurely beside the weeds.

Both sides of the road

Infiltrated with hesitation.

How much confusion is there in Shan Ye

In the vigorous life year after year,

All that's left is vulnerability.

independently

replace

In the autumn wind

I like autumn.