Seven words of late autumn poems

The seven words of "Late Autumn Poetry" are as follows:

1, Nangezi-planting green willows on the embankment in late autumn and taking green willows under the bridge. Want to see autumn climbing stairs. Remember to walk hand in hand on the same road and the same shore. Enjoy autumn chrysanthemums in September and go to sleep in pairs. Leaves fall and reeds worry. Although there are thousands of customs, people cannot stay.

2. Looking for Qiu Guang in autumn through the Qilv Ancient Road, 20 miles is enough. Late rice Jinyang fields overlap, and the tea garden is green and leafy. The fruit in front of the village is orange and pomegranate, and the flowers on the mountain are white and yellow. Jianshui is still singing old songs, and I don't know if the earth has new clothes.

3. Seven laws. Akiyama is willing to take advantage of the micro-group to make more contacts, and the evening pavilion will last forever. The horizontal pond returns to the autumn water where the geese live, and the oblique path sings the broken grain smoke. Ten miles of red maple is drunk, and a mountain of cypress is proud of frost. Yellow flowers will always be issued as scheduled, so what is the poetic and tragic life?

4, a line of autumn water broke the two sides of the strait, three squeals. Four miles is hard to find, after five or six households. Plant begonia in July and August, nine feet and ten miles away. A hundred days is hard to find, but a thousand miles of lovesickness is hard to find. There are always a thousand words to say, only a few dozen sentences in a hundred days. The ice wheel is cold in September, and we are together in eight dreams. Seven sleeves of glazed flowers are silent, and six steps are difficult to walk and eventually become tears. But lingering, five rooms are scattered, and the walls are hanging. You can't hide a bug in the middle of the night. Two hearts, the same sadness. I can stand white clouds and pale dogs. I hope I can't be lovesick all the time.

Late autumn sentiment:

The flowers seem to have just bloomed yesterday, and you can still smell the flowers in a trance. Who knows that the west wind rises overnight, the leaves are yellow, the geese fly south, and the grass is sad. Before you know it, it is late autumn. How time flies! Standing alone in late autumn, I feel that the world has changed and the vicissitudes have changed. Who will accompany him at this time? Only bitter wind and rain, white hair.

What a sad scene! This poem seems to be relatively negative, but it is actually just a temporary feeling, lamenting that time flies and time is fleeting. In fact, it is a good thing to realize that "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold" and tell yourself to cherish time better, cherish every minute of your life and not waste time.