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A poem about autumn is self-created.
Poems about autumn are all created by myself, which are listed as follows:

Chapter 1: Walking through Autumn

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

Crying every night?

Chapter Two: The Story of Autumn

Listen to the message from the haggard wind.

Said he left in autumn

I hurried out to see her one last time.

Barefoot was scraped by fallen leaves several times.

I can't catch up with her. She's dying.

Finally, I have no time.

See her one last time.

Maybe she doesn't want to

Maybe she didn't want to meet me at the saddest time.

I shook my umbrella in grievance.

I can only vaguely hear her shallow sigh.

I reached out and touched her yellow dress.

I have a vague feeling that she has not gone far.

Next season reincarnation

Phil Mirenger

Who says autumn won't come back?

She won't want to leave me.

She is a poetic woman with clear eyes and delicate face.

Who says autumn won't come back?

She is just tired and wants to go home and have a rest.

She is a sentimental woman with sad feelings and sweet heart?

Chapter 3: The Lost Autumn

On the shore of the breeze, the hair is messy and tangled.

Parting is close at hand, and the past is like smoke.

When we met on the bridge that day, ten thousand years passed at a glance.

Never forget each other, I hope you get back together.

Under the peach tree, microwave tassels.

The petals are scattered between the eyebrows, and the old dreams appear at first sight.

Love more, will it last forever?

If you look at it, you can't see it

Hedgehog Garden, planting kapok for you.

May you be safe.

Years have blurred my eyebrows.

Dye my thoughts white.

finally

Please read my name.

Pay tribute to the lost autumn.