Prose or poetry describing autumn is urgent

Shanghai-Hangzhou car" Xu Zhimo.

Hurry! Rush Urge!

A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a water, a bridge, a oar, a pine, a bamboo, red leaves

The bright fields, the bright autumn scenes, the dream-like distinct, blurred, fading,—— urging urging! Is it the wheel or the time?

Promotes the old Qiu Rong, and promotes the old life!

On the River in the Autumn Evening" Liu Dabai.

The birds that returned to their nests, even though they were clumped, carried back with the slanting sun.

With a flip of his wings, he dropped the slanting sun on the river;

The white reeds on the head are also made up for a moment.

1923).

Pigeon" Hu Shi.

The clouds are light and the sky is high, and it is a late autumn weather!

There is a flock of pigeons, playing in the air.

Look at them in twos and threes, back and forth, as if they were ,——

Suddenly, turning over to reflect the sun, the white feathers lined the blue sky, very vivid!

1918).

Autumn Morning" Yu Gengyu.

Farewell, starry night, I have suffered from the unwashed sins of holy water, you have stepped on my back, welcome, Dongshu, you have been resurrected again!

In this last moment, I opened my eyes.

Hold the feet of the sun with both hands and look.

The leaves tremble, the flowers dance, listen to the sound of the city and indulge until the tears of joy fall!

1934).

It is related to autumn.

Autumn has arrived! She --- when she came

Perhaps it was the branch that inadvertently shook one day, dyed yellow, and fell leisurely beside the dewy bluestone. A leaf falls, and autumn is known;

Perhaps it was in the suddenly gloomy air that afternoon, with the wind, coolly burrowing into the cracks of my shirt, and the autumn wind is now again;

Perhaps it was under the bright moon that night, mixed with wine, that fiercely rolled into my warm heart, the dew was white from tonight, and the moon was the hometown of Ming;

Maybe it's in this misty and bleak street, hidden in the rain, sprinkled on my whole body, layer by layer of autumn rain and layer of coolness!

Maybe she is the crane that soars into the sky;

Maybe she is the chrysanthemum that blooms to Rong under the fence;

Maybe she is the moonlight mottled among the pines;

Maybe she is the spring water flowing on the stone;

Perhaps she is the distant mountain that has turned into verdant;

Maybe she's just the insect chirping that has become dull;

Maybe she is the clean singing voice of Yusheng;

Maybe she is Jia Xuan's newly filled words;

Maybe she is the ancient legend of Chang'e running to the sky;

Maybe she is the moving story of the golden wind and jade dew;

Perhaps she is a kind of plot, counting the scattered fragments;

Perhaps she is a landscape, setting off the hurried passing years.

There are flowers in spring, there are moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer, and snow in winter.

The four seasons are chic, life is not ordinary, not envious, not stubborn!

People born in late autumn like the blue of autumn, the yellow of autumn, the coolness of autumn, the purity of autumn, and the calm of autumn. I even like the loneliness and desolation of autumn;

The so-called liking --- is only related to autumn!

Giao, I love mini-worlds.

The first one

A tree, a tree, the petals leave the flowers, the leaves leave the branches, float over the eyebrows, the smoke and water, fall to the shoulders, and fall to the heart. The flowers bloom in my heart, the flowers are also in my heart, I listen to it in its drift, it floats in my listening.

The second song

When the autumn wind rises, I don't dodge, I try to stand like a big tree, and let the leaves fall in my heart.

Occasionally, a few birds flew in, walking lonely on the monotonous branches after the leaves fell, like flowers blooming on a tree, and like whispering in the ears of the tree, telling of their attachment to the leaves.

The third song

Time holds the corners of the clothes of the years, the color is in a hurry, those books suitable for reading in the autumn, suitable for reminiscing about the past, will always take advantage of the mottled light and shadow of this season, full of my eyes, my heart, my thoughts.

Everyone explains the sad autumn events, not as thoroughly as the poet.

The fourth song

Pour a glass of chrysanthemum wine, a song of maple leaves, walk in autumn, flowers will not be in full bloom in the coming year because of your sorrows and joys, even if the leaves fall into the sky, the end of the world, there will eventually be people to listen to the beauty of a leaf to know the autumn.

The fifth

In the depths of autumn, the sky is cold layer by layer, and when you look out the window, the fallen leaves are like butterflies. Looking up at the autumn, I heard the subtle sighs, and my heart was flooded with layers of indescribable ripples.

Someone asked about your news, and I said, "Zuo is just in that brightly lit city, I feel different warmth and joy.