Poems or prose of the fall of the ball. Original .

Autumn. The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, the spring disturbs the dust, the sunshine golden arrow, the white dew, the pearl tears) Is autumn glorious or desolate? Is it chic or sad?

On the boulevard, the footsteps follow the fallen leaves, slowing down their rhythm, as if they are also dancing.

There will be a trace of comfort in the cool breeze, whether it is lonely or romantic, autumn is inclusive.

Someone asked what is the difference between spring and autumn, and I said: Spring is 18 degrees inside the house and 21 degrees outside.

Autumn is 21 degrees outside the house, while 18 degrees inside the house.

So autumn is the season to set yourself free, and you will be more willing to go out for a walk.

The most autumnal part of the university campus is the row of maple trees, and I love the bright and warm autumn leaves in the sun, dancing freely.

As you walk on the road, the fallen leaves are centered on you, spinning and falling, and finally crashing into your shoulders and floating to your feet, and the boulevard is covered with a red carpet.

Autumn has a soul, people say it is very sad, because the sunset falls cold, but it says it is very fulfilling, because it also harvests a sorrow, but I think it is happy, that sorrow is just a mask of misunderstanding, you think: if everyone has a harvest in autumn, it is not the music of autumn.

One day autumn whispers to you: You have grown up. What would you do with it?

Kangqiao wrote the autumn poem "I Knock on the Door with Autumn Persimmons".

I knock with autumn persimmons.

Friends Autumn is like a friend.

Please open the heart of the flower.

Please bring out the vicissitudes of autumn through the wind and rain.

You know in order to give you ripe persimmons.

Before autumn arrives.

I've shaken off all the leaves.

Please don't be shy if the persimmon can't open your heart.

I'll give you my blessing through the crack in the door.

It's the best gift of autumn.

Taste it or not, it is the blood and bones that make you beautiful.

The persimmons of autumn come and go silently.

Just as your beautiful heart opens quietly.

Quietly closed the ...... again

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.