1. The sound of a leaf, the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of my dream. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Water Fairy Night Rain
2. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night. _ _ _ _ Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on Bashang"
Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain
4. The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moves the guests. _ _ _ _ Ye Shaoweng's Night Book
5. Who wants the west wind to be cool alone, and the yellow leaves close the window and reminisce about the sunset? _ _ _ _ Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone?"
6. Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan. What is the lotus leaf? _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Jiangnan"
7. The lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors. _ _ _ _ Yang Wanli "Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
8. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. _ _ _ _ Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
9. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. _ _ _ _ Mutu's Mountain Road
10. It rains in the middle of the night, and the leaves sound goodbye. _ _ _ _ Zhou Zizhi's partridge day, when a little residual red is about to run out.
1 1. Lotus leaves hate being born in spring, and they hate being born in autumn when they are dry. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin travels alone in Qujiang in late autumn.
12. Tall buildings yearn for dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves of airplanes. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Walking on the Shahe River, There is no wave in the blue sea"
13. One night, the sound of rain turned into a dream, and Qiu Lai was sent to the lotus leaf. _ _ _ _ Chen Wenshu's summer poems
14. On the leaves, Chuyang is dry and rainy, and the water surface is clear and round. _ _ _ _ Zhou Bangyan Su Muzhe Liao Chenxiang
15. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. _ _ _ _ He's Willow Poems
16. The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers. _ _ _ _ Liu Zongyuan's "Liuzhou Ficus leaves fall in February"
17. Fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is shocked. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "357 words/autumn wind words"
2. The sentence describing the leaves (1) is dazzling and quite critical. (2) Autumn is coming, the leaves are yellow, and the geese fly south. Look, it has yellowed the ginkgo tree. Yellow leaves are like handfuls of small fans, which drive away the summer heat. It gives maple red, and the red maple leaves are like a piece. The coolness in autumn comes by mail. (4) "My family is a big tree, and I am a lovely leaf. I want to be my parents' little helper and make my home full of happiness forever. My class is a big tree, and I am a hardworking leaf. I want to clean the classroom and make our class better and more civilized. My motherland is a big tree, and I am a confident leaf. I want to study hard and serve my motherland. Let our motherland be more developed. The earth is a big tree, and I am an ordinary leaf. I want to pay attention to hygiene, protect the environment and make the earth a beautiful home forever. Suddenly I feel that children are small trees and classrooms are fertile ground for training. In order to make young trees grow sturdily and seedlings grow into pillars, let each of our teachers make a beautiful leaf! & gt From a distance, the text shows that the tree is beautiful. The tree rises from the ground like a green cloud. I walked towards the big tree. When I approached the tree, I found that every leaf on the branch was beautiful. Every leaf has a different shape-you can't find two identical leaves. Countless different leaves are doing the same job, turning sunlight into the milk of life for big trees. Green leaves are for big trees. It was spring. In summer, the leaves are full; Autumn leaves turn yellow; Wandering in winter-returning to the roots under the big tree. This big tree connects countless leaves into a whole. Countless leaves have found their place in the tree. Each of us is like a leaf, delivering nutrition to the tree of life and making it flourish. This big tree lies between the sun and the land. Every big tree is beautiful and every leaf is beautiful. Let's make a beautiful leaf for our tree! That ``````` makes do with a handle ```````.
3. Write poems about leaves. There are 50 poems about leaves, leaves and leaves, and there are gains. A gentleman has wine, taste it.
There is a rabbit head, a gun to burn, and a gentleman has wine, which can be offered as appropriate. There is a rabbit head, which is burnt, and a gentleman has wine.
There is a rabbit head, a coke gun, and a gentleman has wine, and his words will be rewarded. The Book of Songs has bitter leaves and bitter leaves, and is well versed in economy.
Put down the skirt slowly, and lift it quickly. The economic benefits are rich, and pheasants sing.
The pheasant's water is not diving, and the pheasant hears it. The geese are singing, and the sunrise has begun.
If a man wants to marry a wife, he will get married before freezing. Recruit boats, people get involved in Ang.
You must be my friend whether anyone participates in Ang or not. In early autumn, a leaf was blown in the guest house, and everything was already in autumn.
Crying alone in a foreign land, worrying about guests every year. Don't leave where? When will it stop? It is better to flow and be free.
The fallen leaves Kong Shaoan was surprised to see the fallen leaves in early autumn, falling like guests. If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.
And du ti red leaves Bai Juyi Hanshan October Dan, frost leaves are new for a while. It seems that the fire can't burn out, and flowers don't wait for spring.
Even rows of crimson accounts, throwing red scarves around. There are only two people before the wind.
When a leaf falls, it is easy to get bored, but the depression of summer has not subsided, and the cool diving has begun. Cold and warm and ups and downs are the same.
Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed. Don't say anything, shake it down, shake it down from here.
In "Drunk", Hongye Bai Juyi is in the breeze, and Qiu Shu is a long-time drinker. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring.
Sophora japonica leaves are cold soaked from Du Fu's tall and green Sophora japonica leaves, which are collected and sent to China kitchen. The new noodles are close to the market, and the juice is mixed with me.
If it is overcooked, there will be no trouble with adding vegetables. Everything is fresh, and fragrant rice is a bud.
Teeth are colder than snow, so people are advised to throw this pearl away. I want to take the money to Tu Su.
The road is far-sighted and afraid of mud, and the prosperity will not change. Qin's offerings are small, and the recommendation of algae is only a small area.
Wan Li Lu Han Temple, ice jade pot. It's time for the king to enjoy a cool night.
On the moonlit night, I saw the cold dew on the leaves of buttonwood, and the dew on the leaves of Xiao Shutong. The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold.
The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads. The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight.
Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean. Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together.
One leaf fell in Licun, and all the other leaves fell. At this time, the scenery is bleak.
The painted building has a cold moon shadow and the west wind blows the curtain. Open the curtains and think about the past.
Li Qunyu's lotus root is jade in the mud, and its heart bears nectar. It was planted in Tang Jun and buried in Ren Chunpu.
In February, the leaves of banyan trees in Liuzhou fell all over the ground. Liu Zongyuan feels melancholy, and spring is half like autumn. The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers.
Luo Yin, the city of red leaves, couldn't resist the desert, so it was late at night. The wild is sunny and frosty, and the mountains are cold and rainy.
Wandering Fuling Road, Beauty Changxin Palace. By the end of the year, the meaning of shaking down will be endless.
Before the leaves fall in autumn, you can see your neighbors outside the window. Who is surprised in the world, Lin alone sweeps the frequency.
Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning. It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of singing birds gave the trees a breath of spring.
The green direction of Wang Jian's fallen leaves is uneven, and the first piece of red has overlapped. The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree.
Wu Ronglu, the red leaves are lightly frosted, and the sunset turns bright. And the smoke falling in autumn will be a thousand miles of love with the waves.
Several birds are hiding in jathyapple, but the whole family is accompanied by the sound of flies. At that time, I didn't hate watching the breeze cut into colors.
Yuezhou looks at yellow leaves, and it is said that bald heads look at yellow leaves with complicated faces. Under the empty tree, there is no political song.
Frost leaves hang down, the dike is heavy with smoke, and the first crossing of the river is on the surface. Dew and wind and willows are sparse, and pavilions are still quiet.
Hate affection, leave love and complain. Acacia soul dream small screen.
I'm tired of pulling clothes, and I'm covered in dust, and the jade mirror is ashamed. Infinitely quiet, chasing pleasure, looking for returns, arriving first and then falling behind.
The young man's mind became empty, and the old man came to hug him. All the green leaves have passed away.
Leave a voice and adjust the tune at that time. Ask a beautiful woman, from haggard, reduce waistline, how much it looks.
4. Autumn Yellow Leaves Ancient Poems Su Mu people miss the past.
Author Fan Zhongyan, Song Dynasty
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep.
The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Translation annotation
White clouds and yellow leaves are everywhere. Autumn scenery is reflected on the blue waves on the river, and the water waves are glowing with cold smoke and green. The distant mountains are bathed in sunset, and the sky is connected with rivers. The grass on the shore seems heartless, beyond the setting sun.
Sad souls in different places, chasing the sadness of living in different places, can only make people unable to sleep every night, unless it is a dream. The bright moon shines on tall buildings, so don't lean on it alone. Picked up the wine to wash the sorrow, but turned into acacia tears.
5. What are the ancient poems describing yellow leaves in autumn? 1. Autumn leaves can bloom in February. Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt. -"The Wind" Li Qiao
2, blue sky, yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside. Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. -"Su Muzhe Nostalgia" Fan Zhongyan
3. When I was in Wan Li, I was sad, like a willow in Tingzhou. The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees. Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always. -"East Building of Xianyang City" Xu Hun
4, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. -"a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji
5. Start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. -Wen Tingjun, "Doing Good and Walking Early"
6. I am thinking about that precious dagger poem, and my road has gone through many years. The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings. New friends are covered with secularism, so old friends are separated by layers. If you want to break these troubles in your heart, you should use a new wine to alleviate the pain. The price is 10 thousand or 8 thousand. -"Wind and Rain" Li Shangyin
7, early autumn leaves, falling like a guest. If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest. -"Falling Leaves Return to Roots" Kong Shaoan
There are no neighbors except quiet nights. I live in the same old farmhouse. And the yellow leaves fall in the rain, just like the fate of the white-haired old man under the light. I've been alone for a long time, and I'm ashamed to meet you often. We are predestined poetry friends, not to mention you and my two cousins. -"When Cousin Lu Lun came to spend the night" Si Kongshu
9. Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
10, the yellow leaves of the swallows fall, and look on the stage. Yun Lan broke at sea, and autumn scenery came. Hu Bing went to Shaguan, and Han Shi went to Guanguan. If you don't come back for a day, the grass will be destroyed. -"Qiu Si" Li Bai
The drooping leaves of foreign trees and the cold light of lanterns are lonely at night. -Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam"
Go south, wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold. -Meng Haoran's Early Cold Pregnancy
13, Bai Zang sends solar terms first, and Xuanlv begins to welcome winter. The forest is yellow, and the running water consumes the green pool. First frost stays in court, cold with the wind. Stop playing and sing and dance fluently. -"October Education" Li Qiao
14, Qing Xu Gong Chunan, Shuang Kong. When barbarians act alone, clouds are also involved. Jungle storks are silent, hungry and greedy. The sick body does not move, shaking Ren Jiangtan. Pufan started in the morning, but the suburbs were cold and closed. Yellow leaves fell in the village, and Bai Ou went into the wild. The foundation is wet and the clouds are half clear. Winter in Wushan is very strange. It thundered last night. -Du Fu's Two Classical Poems
At dinner, we had to pick wild vegetables and use dried Sophora japonica leaves as kindling. -Yuan Zhen's "Mourning"