The first frost poems of modern seven laws

Modern seven-rhythm poems about the first frost are as follows:

1. When the first frost comes, the cold intensifies and plants wither and are exposed. Chrysanthemum yellow is dyed with water, and maple leaves are red through Shan Ye. Night dreams of hometown, and moonlight people listen to autumn sounds. The harvest is in the hope of happiness, although first frost is not finished. The first frost, autumn wind, yellow leaves, bleak scenery. Cold dew is as white as snow, and chrysanthemum Ao Shuang is charming.

Farmers are busy harvesting, and Man Cang is full of joy. It's chilly to sleep at night and warm as spring by the fire. The first frost is getting cold, dew drops and stamens are worn out. Maple leaves reflect the color of the moon, and chrysanthemum dyes add autumn fragrance. Night dreams of hometown, and moonlight people listen to autumn sounds. The harvest is in the hope of happiness, although first frost is not finished.

3. The first frost is cool, and the chrysanthemum is unique in Ao Shuang. The ears of rice hung low and golden everywhere, and the farmers laughed and harvested. Dewdrops drop chrysanthemum fragrance, and the harvest is in the heart of hope. Night dreams of hometown, and moonlight people listen to autumn sounds. Autumn is not in first frost, but the harvest is in the heart of hope. Have a deeper feeling about the change of the four seasons in the world, with warm time and long sunshine.

When the first frost comes, the geese fly south, and the cold wind blows people's skirts. Red leaves are shining everywhere, and autumn colors are pleasant to draw. Time flies like water, and harvest is in sight. Raise your glass Festival is full of songs and laughter.

5. The maple leaves are first frosty and red, and autumn is full of fragrance. The wind is biting and the clothes are cold, and the red leaves are falling homesick. Time flies like water, and harvest is in sight. Raise your glass Festival is full of songs and laughter.

6, the first frost season leaves fly, and the mountains and rivers are autumn. The cold wind blows the face, and the red leaves are everywhere. Time flies like water, and the first frost is hard to move. Raise a glass * * * The breeze closes the sun, singing and laughing all over the sky.

7. The first frost is chrysanthemum yellow, and autumn is full of fragrance. The red leaves have fallen and I miss my old friend. The wind is biting and my clothes are cold. Looking far away, I miss my hometown, and the harvest is in sight. Raise your glass Festival is full of songs and laughter.

8. Looking back at dusk, the west wind is getting frosty. The ancient road is like a dream, and the trees are sparse, and Western jackdaw cries at night. In late autumn in first frost, the lonely maple leaves reflect the cold branches. When the west wind swept the first frost, the thin mountains and thin water covered the sunset glow.

9. The vegetation in front of the mountain is full of maple red, and there are no geese at dusk. Night rain gives birth to frost, and green lotus hates deep autumn wind. Yesterday, the yellow flowers were full of sorrow, and the cold chrysanthemum was cold. But first frost alone, a pot of turbid wine ruined autumn.

10, the autumn wind is rustling, the willow color is oblique, and the frost covers the yellow flowers. Sad and desolate grass, like the blood of the sunset shining on the crow at dusk.