In the study, work and even life, we must be familiar with all kinds of poetry, poetry rhythm on the distinctive and orderly, harmonious rhyme. What kind of poetry is classic? The following is my collection of poems about the fall, I hope it will help you.
Poetry about Autumn 1Sycamore rain is thin
The cool wind chills the summer clothes
I walk in autumn
Walking in the rain
Walking in the middle of the net weaved by the sky and the earth
The wind laughs at me
I have never put the rain's rhymes in the poem paper
But it breaks the piece of fluttering flower petals
My Love on a rainy September day
Silent and blooming
Blossoming into a lotus flower
Silent in my heart
Silently entwined with the lotus breeze
Autumn in love
Poetry follows the veins of the leaves
A dream in the lotus pond
The lotus root blossoms are filled with dragonflies
A call to the lotus root flowers
Ruffles the surface of the water
The lotus root blossoms are filled with dragonflies
The lotus root flowers are filled with dragonflies
The lotus root flowers are filled with dragonflies
The lotus root flowers are filled with dragonflies
In that moment
All dreams disappear
Fish play with lotus leaves
A painting of freedom
The rain stops and the clouds are light
The autumn moon is like a practice
The clear wind
Lingers in the sky
Poetry about Autumn2Rhyme of late autumn
See
A Leaves swaying
Landing on the ground
Slightly yellow
Moist with the scent of earth
In fact, there is no wind, but it's also bleak
Autumn, but also late autumn
Walking along the pathway with faith
Looking up
I don't see any crystal clarity
But only a hazy piece
It's like a cloud of smoke
I see another autumn.
And then I saw water droplets on the leaves
Another step, and I saw a pond
No fish swimming
Only lotus roots and lotus leaves
I pulled my hand and pulled
A few drops of water rolled down to the ground
The pool had lost its ripples, and the leaves had dried up
The pool wasn't alive any longer
Another chill
Turned sharply
Decided not to stay
Half-squinted all the way
Back to the warmth of the room
Poem about Autumn 3Autumn rain,
Cool rain,
Dancing free in the rain.
Autumn rain,
Rain with wind,
Rain that floats like a silk painting.
Autumn rain,
The rain of deep thought,
Farewell to the flavor of summer.
Autumn rain,
The rain that is lively,
The rain with the singing birds.
Autumn rain,
Harvest rain,
Pouring away the fruits of the harvest.
The rain of autumn,
the rain of love,
like the love of the maiden.
The rain of autumn,
the rain of life,
nourishes the earth and everything.
Autumn rain,
The rain of freshness,
Fresh the picturesque world.
Autumn rain,
Sincere rain,
without that false love.
The rain of autumn,
The rain of perception,
Laughing at the arrival of that winter.
The rain of fall,
The rain of life,
The rain rises in joyful red.
The rain of autumn,
The rain of the sky,
The sky opens its beautiful face.
Autumn rain,
Ordinary rain,
Dedicated to the people's passionate heart.
The rain of autumn,
the rain of poetry,
the rain painted like a poem.
The rain of fall,
The rain of sowing,
Sowing up the hope of spring.
Poetry about Autumn 4Autumn's cold is sudden, the distant landscape as,
The upside-down glaze stirs the lumpy depression deep in the throat,
On the lake, the green algae can no longer be dislodged from the scales of the fish, and only,
The alveoli on the edge of the pine boughs still have an aftertaste.
No one, at this moment, remembers a falling yellow leaf, remembers
the same big, ebony bird, only sometimes,
The cold of the morning makes one remember the wet kisses, on the tongue,
hung with dewdrops of autumn.
Perhaps this is the climax of autumn
The maple leaves thus also reddened a lonely place
Carrying the mountains on their backs with the warmest tones
Shifting in the winter's crossing
I am as the leaves of autumn
The night frosts are wet and lash my steadfastness
The white mist dyes my greenness
The years have mislaid the latitude and longitude in the In late autumn
A horse with a cup of wine in its moorings, its limbs running straight to the valley
The redness in its mouth echoes a flag
With the winds of autumn, it beckons
Under the shade of the wildflowers, the water runs clear and clear
It cleanses the world of the floating baths
This fall, you've come here
The flavors of the mountains are all yours to embrace
A hawthorn tree
Sour years are reflected in the light of tears
A sparrow pecked through the pomegranate
Half of the red will be crystal bare a whole sky
I put on the lace dress
Dance with you in the waves of the autumn, and will be drowned out by the sound of the autumn
I have always been very fond of the fall,
Like it's not too warm,
Like it's quiet,
Like it's not too hot,
Like it's not too hot,
Like it's not too hot,
Like it's not too hot,
Like its serenity, its thoughtfulness.
The autumn wind, the river ripples,
The yellow leaves, one by one, swaying down
Autumn rain is continuous,
Colorful umbrella groups form a flowing ink painting.
The countryside is spectacular,
Pieces and pieces of cereal poles dancing with long sleeves in the wind dance,
celebrating this year's good harvest.
The red apples are waiting on the branches,
The fruit picking lady is looking at a big apple with a smile on her face.
Poetry about Autumn 5Moving the Moon Chrysanthemum
A whole lot of adjectives, just like that
Spreading from behind
Autumn is in my outlook
Splendidly boundless
Your spirit of opening up from month to month
Strikes a chord with my despairing state of mind
Sitting in my gaze
Sitting in my gaze
Splendidly endless
You open up month after month
Strikes a chord with my despairing state of mind <
Sitting in the depths of rosy abundance
I am free from the pain of destiny
The delicate light
Exudes endless power
At this moment, whoever wants to sit in the moon chrysanthemums
Will arrive at the paradise of the absolute beauty of the flowers
Poetry about Autumn6"The Leaves are Floating"
Autumn is coming.
Autumn is coming, autumn is coming,
The branches of the trees are shaking, the leaves are floating,
The red leaves are floating, the yellow leaves are floating,
It seems that the petals of the flowers are falling down.
Pick up a yellow leaf,
Sew a coat for the doll;
Pick up two yellow leaves,
Sew a glove for the doll;
Pick up three red leaves,
Sew a red hat for the doll!
Autumn
In the rice fields -
The fields are yellow, and the ears of rice are bending over;
In the cotton fields -
The fields are white, and the cotton berries are grinning;
The fields are white, and the cotton berries are grinning;
The fields are white, and the cotton berries are grinning.
The fields are green, and the vegetables are green.
Autumn rain, clattering, moisturized the earth,
wiped the blue sky, washed the white clouds, poured open people's smiling faces.
Autumn Wind
Autumn Wind, are you red?
Look, you have colored so much sorghum into a red flame.
Autumn wind, are you yellow?
Look, you have colored so many ears of grain, all golden.
Is the wind white?
Look, you have colored the cotton balls as white as snowflakes.
Oh, autumn wind! You must have an invisible colorful brush;
otherwise, how could you have dyed the whole field so brilliantly?
The leaves are floating
Autumn is coming, autumn is coming,
The branches are shaking, the leaves are floating,
The red leaves are floating, the yellow leaves are floating,
It seems like the petals of flowers are falling down.
Pick up a yellow leaf,
and sew a coat for the doll;
Pick up two yellow leaves,
and sew a glove for the doll;
Pick up three red leaves,
and sew a red hat for the doll!
It's like a boat that carries winter food to the ants.
It's like a boat that carries winter food to the ants.
The swallows and the ants sang in unison:
Thank you for your kindness, Miss Autumn.
Maple Leaf
Maple Leaf, Maple Leaf,
I ask you,
Your little palm,
Why is it so red?
Paw, paw, paw,
Welcome, Autumn Girl,
Clap your hands and clap them red.
The Colors of Autumn
The grain said, "Autumn is yellow."
Sorghum says, "Autumn is red."
Cotton says, "Fall is white."
The pine trees said, "Fall is green."
The land said, "Autumn is colored."
"Autumn Letters"
Autumn, to write letters to everyone,
made letter paper from leaves, and asked the wind to be the letter carrier,
the lazy letter carrier, every time he came to a place,
he threw the letters away,
some of the letters fell on the head of the squirrel,
some of the letters fell next to the frog,
the geese, who were in a hurry, also brought a page home,
the geese, who were in a hurry, also brought a page home,
the geese, who were in a hurry, also took a page home,
the geese, who were in a hurry, took a page home.
In the pond, in the grass,
There are autumn letters everywhere.
Autumn
Where is autumn,
Autumn is here.
Sorghum has a red face,
Rice is smiling,
Persimmons are on the branches,
Grapes are hanging on the shelves.
Fallen Leaves
As soon as the leaves fall, autumn is almost gone,
The fallen leaves are winter's invitation.
As soon as the leaves fall, the sunlight fades,
Falling leaves are sun-soaked tea.
As soon as the leaves fall, the snowflakes will come soon,
The falling leaves are the cousin of the snowflakes.
The leaves that should go away,
The separations that should be separated,
The quietness that should be quiet,
The writing that should be written,
The future that should come,
The welcome that should be greeted.
Autumn is singing
Listen to autumn singing,
The charming melody breaks through the melancholy of summer,
The light tone dyes the green into gold.
The hard-working cropper, holding his hoe,
reveled in the music of the harvest.
Autumn is singing, a year's harvest,
boundless dreams, in the song,
sowing a strong hope.
The nostalgia of autumn
The sunlight softens up, lightens up,
on a leaf,
and the autumn wind turns the enemy into a friend.
Sympathetic,
Unable to green up,
Unable to warm up,
Silent with the autumn wind,
Shivering to open a letter from autumn,
Warmly yellow all at once,
Going home, going home,
Leaves are nothing but migratory birds of the autumn,
wind. Tell a tree this way.
Autumn is here
Little leaves, floating, floating,
Floating in the air like little birds.
The little leaves, floating, floating,
Floating to the ground to sleep.
The Color of the Autumn Wind
What color is the autumn wind?
Sorghum says it's red,
Grain says it's yellow,
Bean pods say it's brown ......
The child who came down from the mountain said:
All wrong!
The autumn wind is colorful,
If you don't believe me, look at my basket ......
"Autumn stays at the window"
In the forest,
drifting a piece of fallen leaves,
red, yellow,
picking up, picking up stacks and stacks.
Patchwork, patchwork, patchwork into a bird,
Paste into a butterfly ......
Ah, I picked up the shadow of autumn,
Stay ah stay in front of my window.
Poetry about Autumn 7A Dream of Autumn
A long way from the shepherdess's sheep bells,
Shaking down the light leaves.
Autumn's dream is light,
That is the love of the fair shepherdess.
And so my . Dreams come quietly,
but laden with heavy yesterdays.
Oh, now I have some cold,
Some chill, and some melancholy.
Second, "Autumn"
The maple leaves on the big trees were lit up by the autumn wind,
and made a rustling sound.
Every maple leaf is a legend,
Every maple leaf is a movie.
The paddy fields blew in,
making a rustling, rustling sound.
Every paddy is sweat,
Every paddy is joy.
The apples in the orchard are ripe,
with their red faces hidden between the leaves,
emitting a tantalizing aroma.
Every apple is a myth,
Every apple is a beginning.
O the colors of autumn!
O sound of autumn!
It's a moving melody,
It's a touching story,
It's a dazzling color.
Three, "Whispers"
Autumn rain in a first-class cold autumn pool,
a gaunt autumn willow,
a timid autumn branch,
a piece of yellow will not be yellow on the autumn leaves,
listen to him kindly gobbling gobbling,
Whispers of the three autumns.
The first thing I did was to flick him off in the autumn water and waves of the autumn halo,
a whirlpool and a half-turn,
and follow the autumn flow.
The whispering of the autumn rain, the love affair of the three autumns,
love poem plot,
also fell in the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves,
a whirlpool half-turn,
followed by the autumn flow to go.
Four, "To Autumn"
A moonlight
The maiden's eyes
Drunk with the mountains and rivers
The earth
On the ears of the rich grains
Dusty pages of time and space
In the petals of the pool heave
Floating out of the seasons
A clear breeze
The voice of a beautiful girl
Through the sky and on the ground
Love overflows in all directions
The fruits and flowers between the branches
Gathering up the temperature and passion
The smoky willows by the riverside
Speak of the unending breath of the ungratefulness
An autumnal river
An artisan's Manna
The sound of a long smoking flute
A thousand turns
A short smile on a flower pin
A gentle caress on a sincere and open smile
A fine selection of powder and cosmetics
A close approach to a clouded dress to help you with your make-up
Passing through the dust, wading through the water
A glance back, a greeting
As the grass cannot hold the jade dew. As the grass can't carry the dew
I picked up your floating shadow
Coiled in my heart
Listening to the murmur of the wind and the rain
At the end of the night, the people don't sleep
A thousand years of drunkenness
Maple and birch with their shadows
Fragrance of Dangui
Grab a stick of water and the moon for your eyes
Picking a branch of laurel and showing it to me
"The dew of hibiscus is falling, and it's a beautiful thing to see. "
The fall of the hibiscus, the willow in the moon"
Autumn forest reflecting the setting sun, the sky flushed red like drunkenness
That a strong love
Tenderness of the world's coolness!
V. "On the River in the Evening of Autumn"
The birds are returning to their nests,
although they are still in their nests,
they are still carrying the slanting sun back to their nests.
With a flip of the wings,
the sun fell on the river;
the head of the white reeds,
also made up into a fleeting red face.
Six: "Grass in Jiangnan"
In the autumn when the chrysanthemums were blooming,
I came to Jiangnan for the first time.
Although I was in a hurry to come and go,
but your beauty is a thousand times more than I imagined.
Looking at your city of flowers,
the most beautiful pictures have lost their color;
Walking in the beautiful water town,
is to recite a thousand years of absolute chanting also seem pale.
Your beauty makes me feel ashamed,
and I can't find a single word to describe you in my bag of words.
People say, "There is a paradise above, and a Suzhou-Hangzhou below."
The paradise is only a fantasy that people weave according to your model.
I know that you can not show your magic in the fall,
What I saw was only a grass in your thousands of flowers.
But I am going back,
I am going back with this blade of grass.
I'm going to take this blade of grass to the desert,
I'm going to take this blade of grass back to my homeland.
I'm going to plant it on the Gobi Desert,
and I'm going to say this to my townspeople,
"Water it with our sweat,
and let our Great Gobi become like Jiangnan!"
Poem about Autumn 8"Autumn State of Mind"
All through the fall
I stood at the window and fell into meditation
Vast stirrings were shut out
Exiled in the autumn wind
There was a pair of eyes that gazed at me eternally
Staring at my back in the emptiness
A helpless and categorical gesture
Raised above my head
More unreal than the art of make-believe
A whole autumn
Seasons that make me the king of loneliness
The one and only king
Filled with longing and sprouting a thought
Let bleeding clean up a dream
Let Fragility and loss
Roll out the door
But lament the bright moon tonight
Only illuminates the infinite pallor
And the handwriting of Izumi's pen
Floods with white frost
With golden fingers
She knocks at my heart
Poetry about Autumn9Walking in the mountain town of autumn
Staring at the The leaves are falling, the rain is flying
I always remember those days when I gazed at the yellowing of the green leaves
I always remember those lines of poems drenched in sadness
Many seasons of yellow leaves flying
I trekked along the edge of the ice
You were dull in the wind-dried eyes
How many years have the winds and rains of autumn killed us
How many years have the dripping sadness taken over each other
How many times has the winds of autumn killed you and me
How many times have the winds of autumn killed me and me
How many times have the winds of autumn killed us and we have been in the same place? The sadness of the drenching occupies each other's hearts
The darkened eyes wander with the falling leaves in the seasons
The long despair of the sycamore tree in the bleakness of the autumn rain
No tears, no songs
Across the reed bank of the river
For whom are we so pale
My staggering, your wandering
My desperate bleakness and your
I look back and see you standing in the past for eternity
Embedding my soul in your brow
Locking a piece of love in your heart
Deeply savoring your white melancholy and sadness
I use my black eyes
To look for a ray of light in the distant skies
Just like this for years and years, the rush of reed is deep.
I'm so drunk
Any of your years accompanied by my thoughts
I'm so dreamy
Sleeping in the predestination of the past life
I'd rather be in this life, the longest dream does not wake up
Poetry about the fall 10Autumn, a season full of ghostly feelings and fantasies!
And the Mid-Autumn Festival, a festival overflowing with affection.
They met unexpectedly,
not by chance,
because of the autumn sentimentality, the need for loved ones to soothe.
The night of the full moon,
is beautiful and romantic!
The moonlight wine,
is a different fragrance and crystal bright,
Blessings of relatives, friends' greetings, couples of tacit understanding,
have been melted into this moonlight under the dense thick feelings.
Pick up a piece of gobbledygook,
The mother's exhortation rings in the ear,
No matter how far,
Where is the body, where is the heart,
Can not be separated from the mother's field of vision,
That is a round
As the sky's moon!
Watery and transparent!
Silver gray-like sprinkles
Every corner where you are, where I am!
Poetry about Autumn 11The Sun in the West and the Moon in the East
The sun is setting all over the place, the sun is setting in the west
Ducking into the canyons of the Taihang Mountains
Enjoying the quiet, cozy
The sunset that's like blood
Write about love, write about the pain
Walking eastward, it's the hometown
I'll be back home when I'm done.
The moon rises early, bringing with it the sound of the Yellow River
Maybe it's the clean blue sky
Maybe it's the busyness of the empty fields to come
Maybe it's because of the wanderer's return to his hometown
The moon is so big
That it can't be carried on my father's back
Walking, walking
The sky is dark, and the disk of jade is clear
Back to the days of my childhood.
Back to the days of my childhood
The streets are still crooked
O clan! I pray with colorful fruits
Can the moon of my hometown
enter the poetry line
The cold autumn night
My father, my son, and I
have a special affection for the moon
Pomegranate
The courtyard of the villa, which was built a few years ago, is still the same. Villa courtyard
Swinging in the wind
A pomegranate tree
Only three fruits on the tree
The big one is my father
The small one is my son
In the middle, I am
Swinging in the wind
A tree to accompany the loneliness of the autumn
Stone table and stools under the pomegranate tree
Saying the moon
I can't bear to pick the pomegranate
Because it's the father, it's the son
It's me waiting to go home
I don't fear the winter
Next year the pomegranate tree will be full of fruits
Next year under the pomegranate tree
Stone tables and stone benches and joyful homes
The September Chrysanthemum The September Chrysanthemum The September Chrysanthemum
The September Chrysanthemum
The September Chrysanthemum
A dignified
Getting rid of loneliness
Letting the days of autumn be filled with the fragrance of flowers
The courtyard is deep
Somewhere in the corner
The sound of chrysanthemums
Swinging in the night when there is only the moon
Feeling the coolness of autumn
Smelling the scent of the flowers
It's just that chrysanthemums Hiding in a corner of its own
Thinking of the two lakes of Pan and Yang in Kaifeng
Thinking of the bustling streets of the Song Dynasty
Riverside Scene in Qingming Festival
Still the same
The Wine Order of the Linjia Family
Two Brothers in Arms
The Three Peaches of Paradise
The Six Sixes of Shun
From the Drinking orders wafting through the air
From beyond the courtyard come the sounds of the countryside
Familiar enough to startle a dream
Familiar enough to join in with a cloak
A full house of flowers
Kuiwu Hands
Clumsy hands dance with the mind
Because in my hometown
I would like to be soundly intoxicated
Drunk on the bright moonlight
Mobile Phone
My father wished he had a mobile phone
He was afraid of missing the love of his children from afar
He would take it with him
And all the love would be around him
Mild cataracts have blurred my father's memory
He longs even more for the sound of a voice he hasn't heard in a long time
I know
The first phone call my father received
was the ringing of his cell phone while he was picking bean curd
It's true! My father was like a child
Loved it and played with it
Learned to answer and dial
I know
My father thought of the phone as a child
He thought of the phone as a kindred spirit
Carried it in his pocket
Hanging it from his chest
Waiting for it at any time
Calling for it at any time
Poem 12 about Autumn Poem 12Love in the fall
Autumn, how many literati wrote a song of praise for it,
They rendered the beauty of autumn,
without sparing pen and ink.
It can be seen that the fall is how fascinating.
Autumn is so lovely,
people can not help but be moved,
I can not help the call of autumn,
to collect the ubiquitous love.
Autumn's love in the field,
a piece of golden color,
heavy fruit is the gift of autumn.
Autumn is only generous and selfless to the hardworking people,
and its gifts are the reward for them.
Autumn's love is in the far-reaching sky, looking up,
full of bright moist azure.
The sky embraces me with a broad bosom,
I seem to be detached from myself,
completely intoxicated in its gentle embrace.
Autumn's love in the blossoming flowers,
the outstanding chrysanthemum, it is neither delicate nor expensive,
but its extraordinary temperament
and proud posture attracted everyone,
bring us such a strong vitality.
Autumn's love in the autumn leaves,
Autumn wind and leaves are the most indispensable embellishments of autumn
With them,
can be called a complete autumn.
Some people say that the autumn wind is ruthless,
because it shakes down the dead leaves and blows away the warmth.
However, I think it
"is merciless but has feelings",
because it gently brushes away the summer irritation.
Autumn,
creates a myriad of magical gifts,
and it gives us a deep sense of love.
Gradually, autumn is far away from us ......
I look forward to it,
expect it to come again,
because - love in the fall ... ...
Poetry about Autumn 13Southbound in October
The autumn winds of October are not yet full
You say that you want to walk on the wind
Your sly eyes tell me
The holes of your thousands of flutes need the harmony of celestial music
There The waves are not soft and the sand is charming
But you stride and ring the autumn bells
The waves have a thousand sails of majesty
Hanging on the rocky walls of the rising tide
Green thoughts grow crazy looking at the sea
With a swing of the arm
You want to send a signal to the sky
Your life's theme is to walk against the wind
The river's water is drying up day by day Withered day by day
Autumn winds obliquely blew you south
Anciently aborted
You've folded into a red leaf and fluttered
The traveling bag is filled with thick blessings
You stepped out of the footsteps that you aspired to
Wisps of weariness wandered
Cried out into the sound of a dove's whistle that traveled south
Poetry about Autumn 14 < p> Autumn is the most accomplished of the four seasons,Autumn stands for maturity, and autumn means a bountiful harvest.
Autumn takes the red of spring flowers and paints the face of fruits,
Autumn takes the green of summer leaves and offers it to the garden of vegetables.
Autumn wind blowing red leaves, telling the love,
Autumn rain ushered in the sun, Hui Jin Guang Ren dye.
Autumn put the gold, filled with harvest car,
Autumn let the gold, embraced into the farmhouse yard,
A car car, a pallet, countless.
See, red fruit, green vegetables,
such as mountains of corn, full of gold,
This is the color of expectation,
hope of the golden autumn.
The countryside is rich, the children went to college
The hometown has changed, living in a small building,
The high-speed road to the doorstep
Various industries are prosperous,
This is the achievement of the party's good policy,
This is the fruit of science and technology to promote agriculture.
This is the day of anticipation,
the Golden Autumn of hope.
We are happy farming,
The field of hope is more hopeful!
Poetry about Autumn 15Autumn glowing fireflies in flight
Bright moonlight is always so soft and tender
Cranes fly fast in the evening sun in the sunset
Pieces of words are always so affectionate
Pieces of frosty leaves are as crimson as fire
Romantic love verses call for love
Poetry colorful Splendid world
Fruitful fruits hang on the branches of trees
Your clear river flows gently
Joyful and sweet songs spread all over the world
Azure skies are so serene and far away
Youthful road to work echoes forever
The most colorful butterflies flying time of this golden bliss
Pearls of rain