The poem about the lonely shadow is 1. Complete works of autumn frost poems
Qiu Shuang's poem (1), "Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building", Tang Libai Jiangcheng is picturesque, overlooking beautiful mountains and rivers.
The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie? Autumn country-specific ones are among the white clouds in the northern peak of Jiao Ran, which is beautiful.
Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese. Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest. The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. "Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi is full of calendar, incredible, adding sorrow and hating the world.
Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court? After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs. According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
"Su Muyin" Song Fan Zhongyan blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves, waves of cold smoke. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
"The Pride of Fisherman" Song Fan Zhongyan blocked a different scene, and Hengyang geese went without observing it. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Qiu Shuang's Poems (2) Deep Mountain Autumn Night After the Tang Dynasty, the mountains are empty and stand on the autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The Nightingale on an Autumn Night The ghost woman of Tang Dynasty was born with autumn dew, but she was too thin to change her clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
In the middle of the night, a bright moon enveloped the capital in the Tang Dynasty. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition? "Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's Jiangcheng was picturesque, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and clear skies in Wan Li.
The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie? Night berth Jiande Jiangtang Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. Qiu Shuangshi (3) "Ascending the Mountain" Tang Dufu sobbed in the high wind, and the birds sang over the white sand in clear lake.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. In the Mid-Autumn Moon in the Song Dynasty, Su Shi's twilight cloud overflowed, and silver and Han silently turned to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? "Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi is full of calendar, incredible, adding sorrow and hating the world.
Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court? After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs. According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
Autumn Wind Ci In the Han Dynasty, the autumn wind started in Liu Che and Bai Yunfei, the plants and trees turned yellow, and the geese returned to the south. You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it.
Pan-built boats to help Fenhe River, wandering around. Flute drums sing, joys and sorrows.
When will you be young? Yan Gexing Wei Pi's autumn wind is bleak, and the vegetation is shaken off and exposed as frost. The group of Yan resigned to solitary south lane, thinking about gentlemen and guests.
Xi is homesick, so you gave it to the other person to stay for a long time. I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.
Short songs cannot be long. The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl look at each other from afar, and you are alone in the river beam. Autumn Country-specific Mountains Poems (4) Zhang Haoran North Peak and White Clouds, you have found your seclusion.
Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese. Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest. The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Muyin painted a cold screen with a candle and a small fan flapping at fireflies.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. Reward Liu Chaisang, Wei Jin and Tao Yuanming for being poor and living alone, but forgetting four weeks.
It is leafy to open a courtyard, and it is sad to know that autumn is coming. Under the north window, Kwai Chung is prosperous, and the south area is full of tassels.
If I can't do this now, I wonder if I am still one year old. Teach your wife to take care of the children, and take advantage of this time to go far away. The scenery in Guilin is different from Song Wenzhi in Tang Dynasty. Autumn is like Luoyangchun.
I was fine at night, obviously worried about killing people. Juanyun mountain corner, gravel water phosphorus.
The world is yellow and old, and the wonderful years are lonely and secluded. What is precious to me when I am lying in the sea?
A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di and Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty. Now the mountain is cold and blue, and the autumn water has been flowing all day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Further reading: autumn frost poetry autumn rain sighs that white grass is rotten in the rain, and the steps are bright. The leaves are covered with branches and feathers, and countless money is spent.
The cool breeze blows you in a hurry, fearing that you will find it difficult to be independent in the future. The scholar's head in the class is blank, and the breeze smells sweet tears.
Autumn Ci (1) has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I said that autumn wins spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
Autumn Ci (the second poem) The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
The mountain is far from Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
White horse, dragon, horse, flower, snow and feather, golden saddle, five ling hao. Autumn frost scissors jade sword, sunset bead robe.
Imitation of two remote nights, beauty, Luo Yi stained with autumn frost. Affectionate and soft, playing the role of a stranger.
Qiu Pu Song Three thousands of feet's white hair and long sorrow. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
Qiu Shuangge Poet: Ding Wei Dynasty: When the Tang Dynasty was structured, Julian's eyes were discerning. The ancient trees in front of the steps are cold and shady, and the bottom of the stream is full of gravel.
A few seats are floating near the mountain, and the building is high and the stars are on the eaves. When it comes to steaming in dog days, I feel the cool wind under my arm.
The "night wind" blows the path, and the autumn frost lingers alone; On the moon, the willow shoots are confusing. I remember the first frost yesterday, and I was deeply affectionate to the wind and the world.
Knowing that you are handsome, Du Mu is far away from Hanshan, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Song Fan Zhongyan, the pride of the fisherman, left Qiu Lai with strange scenery, and Hengyang geese went casually. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
"White Dove" is cloudy with high clouds and light sky. What a late autumn weather! There is a flock of pigeons swimming in the air.
2. Poetry walks alone in the shadow of loneliness.
How many fallen flowers know, wandering alone
Nanjian Zhongti (Liu Zongyuan)
The cold of late autumn gathered in Nanjian, and I went alone at noon.
The autumn wind hovers in the stream, and the shadow of braintree is like a horn blowing.
When I first arrived here, I didn't feel it. Walking into the deep gorge a little bit seemed to forget to dissipate.
In the deep valley, it sounds like a low bird song, and the cold stream echoes in the ripples.
Dreams always leave the soul of the capital, and it is sad to miss the tears of old friends.
It is easy to feel lonely, but it is better to get lost.
Why am I so depressed? I know why I am depressed.
People who will be demoted to Yongzhou in the future will definitely like my poems.
Dujiangyun (zhangyan)
For a long time, Wang Jucun asked for a recent book and sent it.
The distant mountains disappeared into the sea with the sky and the sky. I leaned against the tall building to watch the sky, and the wind blew hard at dusk. It's raining outside the pigeon curtain, and there are some idle fields. Young leaves are like smoke, and the willow buds are green. Now think about it, the new green of this smoke has dyed the West Lake green. I remember that in the depths of the closed mountain, two or three willows will close.
Worry, waste state ancient lotus, broken stem and sparse duckweed, where is more wandering? The ethereal consciousness is reduced by shame, and the shadow is afraid of smoke. If you doubt it for a long time, you will see a peach blossom face, and it has even been turned into a book recently. The book is far away, and there is no dream.
Film, Xun Mei hasn't seen it (Peng Yuanxun)
I don't cross the river, but I hate Wu Hong Du Ruo, and there are countless distractions. It's cold in the distance, the years fly and the beautiful scenery fades. It's raining, it's raining, it's snowing, it's sunny, and it's getting late, so the spring breeze doesn't need a thousand trees. Lonely city, fallen trees and rustling, the sound of river flowing day and night.
Yanshan heard the flute deeply, fearing exile in the coming year and giving birth to a child. Big deal, hard work, put clothes on the grass. Tingzhou woke up again, leaving her ring floating in Lipu. Bai Ou Danyue, microwave short message, carefree and tolerant.
Qi Shi (Liu Yong)
It's late autumn, and a short rain falls on the courtyard. The story of chrysanthemum The story of chrysanthemum withered and the Indus River was dead. Sad wangjiang pass, dim sunset idle. What a sad sight, overlooking the rivers and mountains, the afterglow of the sunset. Passing by all the way, pedestrians are a little sad and tired of listening to the gurgling water. Thousands of miles away in Wan Li, the road is difficult, and the road is so sad. I especially hate hearing the sound of running water from the long river.
Lonely museum is like a year, the wind and dew gradually change, quietly to more diaphragm. Dewdrops in the autumn wind began to get cold, and in the middle of the night, the pain in the chest became worse. Thinking about it, the night is always facing the scene, which is comparable to thinking about it. At that time, fame and fortune did not exist, but in Song Lou brothels and other scenic spots, the time consumed every year.
The infinite city of the capital reminds me that when I was young, I just wanted to have fun every day. In addition, there are many strange friends who linger with the live wine and live songs. Don't come as fast as the boat. What is the limit of the journey of smoke and water? Reading sentences, haggard and lingering, chasing the past and worrying about your face. As soon as the arrow leaked, I felt a little cold, gradually sobbed and drew a few corners. Silent to the window, the light went out and waited for dawn, and the shadow couldn't sleep alone.
Nian Nujiao Guo Dongting (Zhang Xiaoxiang)
Dongting grass, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, is even less charming. Jade boundary is 30 thousand hectares, give me a boat. The moon is shining, the Milky Way is shining, both inside and outside. It's hard to tell you the beauty of happiness with your heart.
It should be that I miss Linghai for many years, and I am alone, and my courage is ice and snow. Thanks to this round of ancient bright moon, the soul is still as transparent as ice and snow between the mountains and seas for many years. Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea. I wonder what night it will be.
Rui Hexian (Liu Rui)
Wet clouds stick to the shadow of geese, finding their way, and it is difficult to be confused. A thousand dollars to buy a scene, the clock is sparse to urge the dawn, and the crow crows. Dark flowers, many feelings, and dreams. Even if the cloud doesn't come back, it will send a message.
Lonely and lonely, the heart of the alliance exists, the journey across the crane is high, and the later period is not allowed. Love is cut off, causing old hatred, fearing that there is no heavenly religion, and it is uneven and colorful, and it is dyed with Zhu Chengfen. Say love to Ling Hua, see who is thin?
Miscellaneous Poems (Twelve Bis) (Tao Yuanming)
The sun sets in the west and the moon rises in Dongling.
Far away, thousands of people are swinging in the air.
When the wind enters the house, the pillow mat is cool at night.
When qi changes, it is easy to realize, but not to sleep.
Have nothing to say, wave a cup to persuade the lonely shadow.
If the sun and the moon abandon people, they will be invincible.
It's sad to read this, but I can't be quiet in the end.
Early goose (Du Mu)
In August, Uighur soldiers drew bows and arrows, geese flew in the wild and began to howl.
On the moonlit night, the geese swept over the dew, and the mournful sound reached the dark palace of the palace.
You know, Hu Qi rides continuously, so why not chase the spring breeze one by one?
Please don't abandon a few people in Xiaoxiang. The moss in the water can avoid hunger and cold.
Jie Lianhuan Gu Yan (Zhang Yan)
The Chu River was empty at night. He wished he could not stay away from Wan Li, but he was amazed. Take care of yourself, but the weather is cold, the sand is clean and the grass is dry, and the level is far away. Write a book, only send a little acacia. The material is wrong, and the residual felt is covered with snow, so it is a worry.
Who pities the journey and worries for a long night, plays with the golden harp and misses the companion, and stays in Luhua, thinking that before spring comes, the journey should turn. When the rain met at dusk, I was afraid of seeing you again, but he and Shuang Yan returned without shame, and the curtain was half rolled.
Twelve Poems of Qingxi Road Entering the River (Fang Hui)
The evening breeze is weak, and the window of the ship leaks in the middle of the night.
Looking at the lonely tent with crumbling Shui Ying, leisurely pillow into a poem.
3. What do you mean by this body?
What's wrong with this body? -express the poet's loneliness and loneliness. originate from
The bright moon returns to people one by one.
Singing: Brother Five &; Second aunt amp
Photo: Tang drinks water.
Lyrics excerpts
Mingyue should come to Tingzhou to watch the waves.
Fingertips sound like streams and melodies. Who sits alone in a secluded place?
Castle Peak stretches for thousands of miles from coast to ridge.
This body is just a lonely shadow of poetry and wine.
Mingyue wants to climb to the top of Kyushu and have a look.
A tent window, a rainy night, a pillow, a dream, who is still sitting in a secluded place in his hometown?
I plan to be an old man in a world of ice and snow, wandering among the green hills, skinny and covered with frost.
He Jiang JIU Yi Zhan JIU Tikhufu Qian Shang
Floating and dreaming, I suddenly saw the moon setting on the beams.
4. Poetry and prose in the wilderness.
Spend the night at Fifteen Mountains (there is a scenic spot in my hometown called Fifteen Mountains). I once rested in this mountain temple because of illness.
One night, I was alone in the yard, and the air in Leng Yue was bleak. A cold wave shines on the quiet mountain forest, and occasionally a few lonely birds wail. It was not until late at night that the monk's light went out gradually that I realized that there was only running water on the silent stone house mountain. )
(1) The moonlight is cold and the mountains are quiet, and lonely birds are singing in the cold. At midnight, the monk's lamp was silent, but he heard the sound of running water.
(2) the sound of Lin Jing, lonely birds singing in the cold month. The wind blows the leaves in the temple, and you can see the soul in the silence.
A lonely mountain is like a crane, flying alone in the sunset mountain. By the Xizi Bridge, there is a chitose plum.
In the courtyard of Dehetang, the fish are watching and chirping under the banana, and the yard is quiet. Suddenly I saw the red scales jump and a pool of autumn broke.
While enjoying plum blossoms in Tashan, I suddenly heard the poet coming, and my eyes woke up. A thousand smiles are clear, and the spring breeze is in my arms.
Walking through Xueyun Mountain Villa all the way into the forest, the cold pavilion leaves fly. The wind is always quiet, the mountains are still and covered with snow.
Wild chrysanthemums spend the night by the wild stream and drink dew cream leisurely. The autumn wind blows and laughs, and the moonlight is boundless.