Autumn poetry reading 1 autumn wind
Late autumn evening breeze
The last few pieces of red maple rolled down.
Xia Chan doesn't sound like it.
Winter bamboo shoots also forgot to wake up.
The moonlight is very cold.
Sprinkle a sleeve of chill
Xueyan goes south.
Huang Ju has quietly fallen asleep.
The distant flute sounded.
Curled like smoke
As if you were far away.
Wave to me gently.
Twilight is dim.
Covering the distant buildings.
But let your old face
Gradually clear
Autumn recitation poetry 2 maple leaf sigh
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
Autumn recitation 3 Maple leaves are red.
I just know that autumn is coming again.
Black hair is white.
Only then did I know that several years had passed.
The beauty of autumn
Beauty is high in the sky, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.
Beauty lies in the quietly changing autumn rhyme
The beauty of life
Beauty in the lost years
Re-dress yourself in autumn colors.
I appreciate the beauty of autumn.
Praise yourself in autumn scenery.
Autumn Reciting Poetry 4 Autumn Fields
Continuous autumn rain
The theme of wet autumn
A looted field
Leaving only a piece of meditation in the moonlight
The land dried up.
Like a pupil. Tian Zige.
It is full of rocks, water and soil.
It was crowded with people, cars, cows and plows.
On the hillside
A woman who picks autumn fruits.
Singing a little song of love
The out-of-tune half
Throw it across the river.
The view on the other side is blurred.
Everything is picturesque.
I just caught a slug when I was a child.
Not swept away by the autumn wind
Did not get wet by the autumn rain.
Recite poetry in autumn 5 autumn
This is a harvest season
Everyone is smiling.
He did it.
Pick it up carefully
Leaf after leaf
Every heart-shaped leaf
There is a beautiful story.
Form dense lines
Looking forward to a lover to care for.
It wants to find happiness.
Not afraid of being lonely all the way.
It wants to seek freedom.
Let the wind take it away.
but
The wind has its own direction.
Blow off the leaves
No longer look back
He picked up the leaves one by one.
Every piece of work is carefully cared for.
Who knows this autumn
His whole heart.
How much are you hiding?
Poetry recitation in autumn 6 autumn
A season without poetry
How do you know the cycle of time?
No withered leaves
How do you feel cool in the morning and at night?
No Qiu Chan screams.
The melancholy of the coming wind
Time is always so free.
Life is still so mediocre.
The days seem endless.
Smell the flowers in spring.
In a blink of an eye, it is autumn yellow again.
Autumn is the harvest season
Autumn is a romantic day.
Why do trees always shed leaves and cry?
Why are clouds always free from sadness?
It's a stray bird crying the leaves.
Is how affectionate that spoony person is.
For you, beloved, in these mediocre years.
Looking for you in the sunset
A leaf falls in autumn.
A cloud and a sadness.
Under the lonely starry sky
In the cool breeze and bright moon
Pieces of acacia flooded my heart.
Autumn recitation poetry 7 autumn
I like walking alone.
Walking on a deserted path
Only on this road
Ideas can fly freely.
I prefer being alone.
Walk quietly, quietly.
Strolling along the path in autumn dusk
Feel the tranquility of dusk
Feel the ripples in your eyes
Watching it fall everywhere
And the autumn leaves that haven't fallen yet
My thoughts are like leaves in autumn.
When the breeze blows, it floats gently.
Strolling along this quiet path
Life is like autumn leaves.
There was a mottled and brilliant fall.
No matter what you used to be
The sun is setting.
How I want to be like autumn leaves.
Walk freely with the autumn wind
Be quiet.
There was no sadness when I left.
Hanging from a branch
Still looking to the future
Future years
It's still a long time.
The road is not long, and the years are still long.
Only Ankang can keep the years.
Let the falling fall.
I want to be a red maple leaf.
In the cold winter.
Drifting to sunset
Autumn Reciting Poetry 8 Autumn Melancholy
Author: wind and ink.
Autumn is a season to stand on the top of the mountain and watch the leaves everywhere.
Autumn is a cool and breezy season, but I feel my clothes are thin.
Autumn is a season of maple leaves, but the figure is clearly bleak.
Autumn, that season, that season full of melancholy.
I saw the goose and left my hometown.
Hearing the wailing, I hesitated.
Smell the fragrance and coolness after the rain
Autumn is such a season.
But I like autumn very much.
Autumn recitation poem 9 in the name of autumn
Author: Xue Zhener
I can't write anything anymore.
Although, in the name of autumn,
Ask the red maple for a touch of red.
Time, the shadow that hurried by has been looking for.
Some stories about the long grass warbler flying.
morning sun
Wind reed wadding into white.
I was injured in sandy's gale.
The bluebird flies south, and there is no color separation in the grass.
Into the drawing board, it is just a rustling and falling wood.
Time goes by.
Take out all the quicksand in your palm and you will come leisurely.
Autumn, silent interpretation
Many flowers and plants beg for time.
I began to wrap up my full thoughts, waiting for a sickle to be cut down.
Some immature ideas
What about September
Look at each other quietly in the afterheat of the warm sun.
The eyes in my pupil, through the clear tears.
Wet pile here.
Even if it becomes amber, it is also a ground piece.
Blunt force trauma,
Night, you can testify.
if
I got lost in autumn.
It must be this autumn. I forgot to bring it.
A faint sunset, a shallow wind
Moon outside the window, don't cry, don't miss the snow outside the window.
A romantic prosperity will eventually turn into dust.
Maybe, I went on a date with Dandelion.
Perhaps, in a piece of Qiu Guang.
Lost my way.
This silence
Autumn leaves need not be understood.
Only after a fall did I find wet marks on the ground.
therefore
Can you read it from the eyes looking at the branches?
A little pain of separation
Poetry recitation in autumn 10 through autumn
Author: Yang Chaoxin
Don't stop.
Golden diarrhea penetrated the distant eyes.
Rice slept well all spring.
From an ancestral plank road.
Warmed the ends of the earth
Like a child who wakes up early.
Last night's dream hung on my cheek.
Fish smells like rice.
Swim quietly to the pond in front of your house.
whisper
Grazing Nanshan
Cattle bred in four seasons ruminate carefully.
The fragrance of labor
Sorghum and corn soybean
A well-developed granary
Brewing and brewing
Cereal spirits
Burning the night sky of the village
Tears of homesickness falling on wanderers
Slimming coat
Cry every night
Autumn recitation 1 1 Suddenly, it was autumn.
I outlined it in my dream.
Draw the outline of a small village.
Sunset hangs in the autumn evening.
The lotus hoe on the moon reflects peace.
Tired birds return to their nests, and the whip raised by the river rings
Scattered in the smoke rising from the kitchen.
I outlined it in my dream.
Outline the newly turned wheat fields outside the village in autumn
After the flowers and plants are gone, the fragrance of the earth
Yellow leaves shaken off by dead branches
Dreams that cover the floor are painted orange.
Brew the next spring
I outlined it in my dream.
Outline the quiet courtyard in the autumn afternoon.
Take a sip of tea and lean back in the rocking chair.
Look at the dancing shadows on the wall.
The beauty of shadow
A little tired and lazy.
I outlined it in my dream.
Familiar wilderness, looking up at the moment.
One end of the vast blue sky
White clouds are falling.
I caught a glimpse of autumn geese flying south.
Far away, disappeared in the connection between heaven and earth.
I outlined it in my dream.
Fragments left in memory after autumn.
I'm so nostalgic.
Miss the tranquility of the country, just like a quiet child.
Raise your hand with a smile.
With a thick and pure nature.
I am lovesick.
So I want to get familiar with it.
Passionate and affectionate
Go home and carve your face in your heart.
When you are not afraid of loneliness, turn around.
Suddenly that strange autumn