Prose poems in autumn

Tree after tree, tree after tree, petals leave flowers, leaves leave branches, float over eyebrow sleeves, fall on shoulders and fall on hearts. Flowers bloom in my heart, flowers fade in my heart, I listen to its falling, it falls in my listening.

The second song

Autumn wind, I don't escape, I try to stand into a big tree and let the leaves fly in it.

Occasionally, a few birds come and walk around on some monotonous branches after falling leaves, like flowers in full bloom on a tree and whispering in the ear of a tree, telling their attachment to leaves.

The third song

Time is holding the clothes of the years, and the lines are in a hurry. Those books suitable for autumn reading and those memories suitable for aftertaste will always fill my eyes, my heart and my thoughts with the mottled and blurred light and shadow of this season.

Everyone explains the sad autumn, and doesn't know it thoroughly like a poet.

The fourth song

Pour a cup of chrysanthemum wine, write a poem "Maple Leaf Red" and walk in autumn. The flowers in the coming year will not bloom because of your sadness and joy. Even if the leaves are empty, people will come wave after wave to listen to the rather picky beauty.

The fifth song

In late autumn, the sky is getting colder and colder. Looking out of the window, the fallen leaves are like butterflies. Looking up at autumn and hearing subtle sighs, there are layers of inexplicable ripples in my heart.

Someone asked about your news, and I said, leaving is nothing more than feeling different warmth and sadness in that brightly lit city.