Ask for a poem or prose about autumn

Du Mu "Mountain Walk".

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, Baiyunsheng has a home. Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Xunyang will send the first night to the guests of the maple leaf and the autumn flowers.

On autumn nights, the moon rose from the Erhai Lake.

The moon disk is so bright, the moonlight is so soft, has it been washed in the Erhai Lake? The moon illuminates the cherry blossoms and springs, illuminates the high point of Cangshan, illuminates the big green trees at the head of the village, and also illuminates the avenues and paths between the villages ......

At this time, my grandmother likes to lead me and walk on the path sprinkled with moonlight. Go, go, ah, my grandma and I walk the moon!

The thin stream, with the scent of mountain grass and wild flowers, flows with moonlight. Gray-white pebbles that fill the riverbed. Yo, how many cute little pools are there among the pebbles, and each small pond holds a moon!

Oh, Grandma, during the day you wash your clothes in the stream, and I, making a boat out of leaves, carrying many fresh petals ......Oh, Grandma, let's go to the stream, let's go see the little pond, see the moon in the pond, see where I have picked flowers.

Ah, my grandma and I walked the moon ......

The village road has been repaired, and the potholes have been filled with gravel and new soil. Before harvesting the crops, the road should be repaired and mended, which is the custom of the village. Autumn insects sing, night birds flap their wings, fish leap out of the water, splash, silver light flashes ......From the side of the orchard, the sweet smell of fruit wafted in.

Is it Sydney, or is it a torch pear? Or purple grapes? Both.

In the moonlight, in the orchard at the top of the slope, these delicious fruits hung on the branches. The ditch was gurgling and sounding with satisfaction. Yes, next to it is the field that Buru has watered.

In this field, we have planted rape and broad beans. I've looked for rabbit grass in the bean fields. I blew the dandelion flying, flying, flying so high.

After harvesting the beans and planting the rice, look, the ears of rice are hanging their heads heavily. Now the rice is about to ripen, and the rice fields are like a silver carpet gilded by moonlight. Oh, Grandma, let's go to the ridge!

Didn't you say that the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, and Abba is coming back? Which pond of new valley do we use to entertain Abba?

Ah, my grandma and I walked the moon ......

Sometimes, my grandmother told me stories about the moon and ancient legends; Sometimes, he doesn't talk about any spine, just walks quietly, walks. Grandma's warm hand held me, and I could smell the breath on my grandma's body. Walk past the moonlit creek bank and walk across the stone arch bridge; Walk through the orchards of the Moon Shadow, walk through the fields of crops and vegetables, and ......Ah, when I looked up at my grandmother, I suddenly saw that the beautiful moon was holding those twinkling little stars, as if they were also walking in the sky, walking ......

Prose poems describing autumn are:The fallen leaves complete the final shudder.

The flowers vanished in the blue eyes of the lake and marsh.

The anvil of July is far away.

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The geese are also not in the autumn sky of Liaoqiong.

Write their beautiful sonnets too.

Warm. The horse's hooves left behind the fallen flowers.

A small mountain trail in the south.

The singer left behind the broken rhyme.

A secluded monastery in the north.

Autumn, autumn leaves nothing.

Only one remains.

Only one remains.

Everything remains.