(Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop) 2. Autumn moon Yang Mingxi, Dongling Song. (Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons) 3. The south neighbor is even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed.
(Lu You: "October 28th is a storm") 4. Tonight is winter, and tomorrow is old. (Dong Sigong: "Shousui") 5. Ming Sheng has an autumn wind, buying wine and flying snow in winter.
(Wang Wei: Four Qi Poems) 6. When winter comes, all the flowers will disappear. (Chen Yi: Mei) 7. I don't know that the recent splash started first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow.
(Zhang Wei: "Early Plum") 8. Children's winter snow is worse than their neighbors', but according to the shore, they are stupid but precious. (Lu You: Autumn in the Suburb) 9. Every winter on the solstice in Handan, I report my shadow in front of the knee lamp.
(Bai Juyi: Homesickness from Winter to Day and Night) 10. The weather and personnel are urging each other, the winter solstice is sunny, and spring is coming again. (Du Fu: Little One). The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough.
(Cao Cao: Looking at the Sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: Wind) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.
(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 4. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long song ") 5. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door.
(Du Fu: "Jueju") 6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting") 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
(Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Ci") 8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies. (Du Mu: Autumn Night) 9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.
(Li Yu: Yu Meiren) 10. I want to say that I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn is here. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? Shuboshan Road ").
2. Poems describing the beauty of the West Lake in October
The water is Ming Che, and the mountains are empty and rainy. It is always appropriate to compare the West Lake to the West Lake. (Su Shi)
Lonely pu boundless water, lotus fragrance at night.
Su Shi's Five Wonders of Pan-West Lake
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water surface is flat at the foot of the cloud.
Several early songbirds compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.
Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different.
Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.
Chunti Lake
(Tang) Bai Juyi
The spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the chaotic peaks spread around the stage.
There are thousands of green hills on the pine row and a pearl in the heart of the moon.
Early rice is pumped by the blue carpet line, and the green Luo skirt shows Xinpu.
I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half of it was this lake.
In Wang Yanna's Su Gong Di in the Ming Dynasty, the poem "Hiding oriole in a shady smoke, chasing horseshoes with fragrant flowers scattered in the wind" concentrated on the intoxicating scenery of Su Causeway. "West Lake Six Bridges, One Willow and One Peach." Every spring in March, wicker is blowing, green waves are flying, peach blossoms are in full bloom, red clouds are everywhere, and Shili Long Beach is filled with green smoke and smells fragrant. Listen to the warbler on the side pillow. Wu Weixin's poem "Qingming is a matter of Su Causeway" in the Southern Song Dynasty said: "When the sun rises, ten thousand willows return to the warbler. "There is also a poem by Lu You", which is full of flowers and smoke in Su Causeway. It can be seen that Su Causeway can't live without willow, unhappiness and warbler.
3. Poems describing the beauty of the West Lake in October. When it is neither too hot nor too cold, the West Lake looks beautiful. Hong Xiuxie Zhangyuanke Liquor
In spring, the south flowers are like embroidery, and the rain is like oil across the West Lake. "Happy Spring" is a famous mountain in Cao Yuan
The spring shirt is still the same, the little man is sewing, and it used to wet the West Lake. Jiang Can in Tang and Song Dynasties
The portrait of Langguan in Dongge is vivid, and the Chu Shi in West Lake is lifelike. "Huanxisha" won the song.
While watching Red Medicine climb the stairs, I took advantage of the West Lake Spring Festival travel rush. "Xijiang Moon" Song Xin Qi Ji
The victory of West Lake is a good name for Dongying. Song Ouyang Xiu's Reading the West Lake
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Song Lin Sheng, the title of Lin 'an Prefecture.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. Song Su Shi and Chu Qing drank lake rain.
I want to report this intention to West Lake. "Hangzhou Back to the Boat" Tang Bai Juyi
4. October poetry, October wind and frost bully the guest pillow, drum all over the sky.
Song Luyou's Lonely Feelings
Away from the soul, by the Chu River, the leaves are red in October.
Tang Du Mu's Crossing Lushan Mountain and Tuolin Temple
Ten miles in the blue sky, closed in the snow, and looking at the mountains in the south, it is enjoyable.
Tang Hanyu's "Sending Cui Twenty-six Cheng Gong after Snow"
Red wattle trees are planted in the court, and spring will not stay in bloom in October.
Tang Yuanzhen's Red Shu Jing
In October, the wind is not good and the loyalist is thin.
Liu song's "bitter cold journey" in kezhuang
In October, when first frost is heavy, what should we do?
Tang Du Fu's Firefly
Wuxia is moving at night, and the Cangjiang River thunders in October.
Tang Du Fu's Thunder
In October, hibiscus flowers are full of branches, and the celestial post station rides a cold coat.
There are at least ten ancient poems describing the scenery: thousands of miles of warblers sing green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite.
Jumping fish in a curved harbor, lotus dew in a round place, but not alone. Rocks are flying in the air, crashing on the shore and rolling up thousands of accumulated snow.
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth before my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
Sunset is like blood, Cangshan is like the sea. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Mountain dancing silver snake, original wax elephant.
The heavy rain fell on the swallows, and the white waves were sky-high. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
The bright moon rises from Tiantai Mountain, which is a vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast.
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet and only the bells were heard.
Wu Shu East is big, I can see the world floating endlessly. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Modern: The mountains exposed from the clouds float in clusters like islands. The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth.
The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other. The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable.
The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood. Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night.
The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy. The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold.
The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square. At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting.
Standing here, it's strange that the mountain has changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen from the plains or mid-levels. They become very layered, messy, majestic and strange. Look up, the mountain is the sky, and the sky is also the mountain. It seems that your nose can touch the mountain at any time.
I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. A closer look shows that the giant peak is like the Monkey King holding a golden hoop, and those small peaks are like monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks.
Look, the Monkey King is taking his children to kill the worse. Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron and solemn.
The red sun rises and the peaks are deep blue. Then, the mist appeared, and the milky white yarn separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, which really looked like a refreshing landscape painting.
After a while, the fog cleared again, and the bare rock wall and steep rock wall were dyed deep red by the sun's light and gradually turned into bronze, which was particularly magnificent against the background of green trees and fields. There are no villages and rice fields in the overlapping mountains. These mountains are like some drunken old people who have been sleeping for tens of millions of years. No one dares to go deep into their hearts, even adventurous hunters just go to their feet to chase goats, wild boar and birds running down the mountain, and never climb to its peak.
Nothing is more charming than the green hills bathed in the spring rain. The whole hillside is lush. Endless mist is like flowing silk, wrapped around the waist. Sunlight turns raindrops on every leaf into colorful pearls. On the knife-shaped hill, there are wisps of milky white fog, and a slender line is faintly visible in the fog.
This stone wall is like a skyscraper on its back, so high that it will collapse and be aggressive. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to be a huge black felt hat buckled on the cliff, and clusters of unknown wild flowers leap from the stone wall.
The sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a melting pot of boiling molten steel, and generate shines with dazzling golden light. In the morning, the sun is like a new wife who just went out, showing half her face shyly.
The sun went down, and its exceptionally bright light came out from the treetops, dyeing white clouds and green hills red. The sun slowly penetrated the clouds, revealing a face that had already swelled red, like a shy little girl looking at the earth.
Brilliant sunshine permeates through the gaps between leaves, through the fog in the morning, and continuously spreads all over the campus. The sun is lower and red as blood. On the surface of the water, a striking broad light wave extends from the edge of the ocean to the side of the ship.
The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the whole river turned purple, and the horizon seemed to light a fire. In spring, the sunshine is warm, and a warm hand is extended, which makes people feel comfortable all over.
The spring breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance all over the lake. The scorching sun hung high in the sky, red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame when the oil boiled.
I dare not look up at the sun, but I feel dazzling everywhere. The air, the roof and the ground are all white and bright, with a little red in white. From top to bottom, it looks like a huge fire mirror, each of which is the focus of the fire mirror, as if everything were going to burn. It's late autumn, and the sun is lazily hanging in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face taking a nap.
The sunshine in late autumn is like the orange lampshade on the quilt, which gives off soft light and shines on the body and face, which is warm. As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world.
Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden. The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.
The sun was entangled in thin clouds and gave off a faint dazzling white light. The sun works hard all year round, and when it is busy in winter, it is already exhausted and can hardly release heat.
Warm sunshine, through the dense leaves, fell and became golden dots. The towering mountains in the distance, covered with golden coats in the sun, are particularly beautiful.
Sunlight was filtered by layers of leaves and leaked to him, turning into a faint, round and gently swaying halo.
6. Poetry 1 Praise the scenery of Jiangnan in October. Tianjingsha Yuan. In Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines and old trees are humming, while small bridges are flowing.
The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. 2. "Autumn Ci" Tang Liuyu Xishan is clear in water, frosty at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow.
Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring. 3. "Qiu Si" Tang Zhangji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang and wanted the writer to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. 4. "a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Jishuang night, Jiang Feng fishing fire sleep.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. 5. "Mountain in Autumn Night" Tang Wang Wei stood in the autumn night after the rain.
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. 6. "Autumn Nightingale" Tang Guijiao was born with a slight autumn dew, and she was thin and didn't change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. 7. In the midnight Tang Dynasty, Li Bai was surrounded by a bright moon, and the city was deserted.
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?
8. "Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" In the Tang Dynasty, the Li Bai River was picturesque, with beautiful scenery 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?
9. "Denglanshan Qiu Lai Zhang" Jiao Ran climbed the North Peak between the white clouds and got a quiet place. 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.
10. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Muyin candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
1 1. "Ascending the Mountain" Tang Du Fu's "Wide Sky and Blast" apes crow and birds return, and the blue lake and white sand. 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.
12. "Mid-Autumn Moon" Song Sushi's twilight clouds are full of cold, and Yin and China people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
The above is for reference.
7. The poem of the scenery is 10 blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
-Du Fu's quatrains
There are three or two peaches outside the bamboo.
-Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"
Egrets fly in front of mount cisse, peach blossoms flow with mandarin fish fat, and the guest house is green and willow.
-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
Two orioles sing green willows.
-Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
-Zhu's Spring Day
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night. Mud melts into swallows, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
-Zhang "Fishing Songs"
The spring garden can't be closed, the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze, an almond is out of the wall, and a row of egrets are in the sky. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.
Weicheng is light and dusty in rainy city, warm in sand, warm in sleep, warm in sleep, red at sunrise and blue in spring.
-Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
It's late, Jiang.
-Du Fu's quatrains
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and Chunjiang is a duck prophet.