Poem about Miss Maple Leaf 1. Poems about maple leaves.
Poems about maple leaves;
1, "Sauvignon Blanc A Heavy Mountain" Five Dynasties: Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.
Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: heavy and overlapping mountains. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames. Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.
2. "Jiangling Sorrow Hope to Send to the Sub-shore/Jiangling Sorrow Hope to Send" in the Tang Dynasty
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In a sad late autumn, maple leaves float on the river. At this time, a west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain rustled. I'm sorry to hear that, little girl. At first glance, the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, and I haven't seen my lover return by boat. I am eager to see my lover come back, little girl. Miss your lover as the water of Xijiang River, and miss him as the length of running water.
Maple leaf is a maple leaf, which is generally palmately divided, about 13cm long, slightly wider than the palm of an adult. Lobes have several prominent teeth, the base is heart-shaped, the leaves are rough, the upper part is medium green to dark green, the lower veins are hairy, and they turn yellow to orange or red in autumn. But a few areas are dark green.
The degree to which maple leaves turn red is related to time, drought, pollution, especially nitrogen deficiency. The red maple leaves are actually the result of maple trees responding to natural pressure. The red reaction actually acts as a sunscreen. It makes the maple leaf stay on the tree for a longer time and makes the tree absorb more nutrients. It is found that the pressure of nutrition, especially the lack of nitrogen, makes the maple leaves turn red earlier and more thoroughly.
2. What are the poems about "Maple Leaf"?
Pipa, Bai Juyi, I see the guests off, I swim by Xunyang River at night, and the maple leaves and rushes whisper in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. Du Mu, who travels in the mountains, is far away from the cold mountains, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. The romantic charm of maple leaves is full of fragrance. The fragrance of maple leaves:-In summer in Sarutobi Kurenai, the autumn is magnificent and the frost leaves are fragrant.
I want to drift away, but my dream is broken. Simple and noble, who knows, without hatred, dead leaves are lonely.
Clouds cover tears, winds promote haggard, and water cries. Worried.
Fall in love with this world as soon as possible, look around sadly and be alone. You can't sue anyone if you want, so you cry and sing poetry.
The waning moon is silent and cold, the eyebrows are difficult to show, and it is as sad as a disease. Turn the roots, swing without leaking, and be silent until winter.
Autumn rain is full of alcohol and tobacco, and I can't bear to listen to resentment against the sunset. Introspection and sadness, loneliness and delusion.
Candles dim dreams. Who cares about feelings and adds bitter hope, melancholy, cold maple tears thousands of lines.
The soul swings half a silk, drifting with the heart. Worry, the lonely geese are more boundless when the frost comes.
Seeing guests off at Xunyang River at night, the maple leaves are blooming, and the autumn wind is rustling —— Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip stops loving the maple trees late, and the frost leaves bloom in February —— Du Mu's Mountain Trip hangs bright sails, and the maple leaves fall behind him —— Li Bai's Niuzhu Night Mooring Thoughts has thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge hides the evening sails ——— The rest of Jiangling Sorrow Hope blows white clouds, and Wan Li sends it.
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
-Du Mu Jiang Jiangfeng Cheng Jiangfeng Depression does not compete with Song Junyi. A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.
Sleeping at night in autumn rain, Bai Juyi is sunny and cold, and the frost leaves are full of red. Du Mu stopped to sit in the mountains and loved the maple forest late, and the frost leaves were red in February.
Send Zhou Zi Luodi to visit Shandian, Cen Can, Jingnan, Jiangcheng Orange Blossom and New Maple Leaf. On the moonlit night in Jianglou, I heard the flute. Liu Cang thought that the moon was floating and the waves were white, and the sound entered the maple leaf autumn in Yun Lan.
Autumn flowers in Yushanling are like snow, and maple leaves can't help but frost. After the hole was full, Song Wenzhi was covered with maple leaves and the garden was full of orange flowers.
Send Meng Haoran's "Dongting in the South of Wang Changling" to a distant place, and the maple leaves will surprise the autumn. Jiang Feng Cheng Xiong Yan Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
In the mountains, Wang Lidong's maple tree is under the Red Mansion at the west corner of Wuyoumen in Chengdu. Look at a maple tree at once. In early winter, the maple leaves on the ground are all good, and the plum blossoms are fragrant before they move.
In late autumn, the maple leaves want to be sad first, but the chrysanthemums don't grow. In Wen Zhiming, the mountains and rivers are long and dry to dispel the summer heat, the pine trees are old and the autumn maple leaves are new.
Qiu Guang sent Masuda back to China and Lu Xun helped her. The maple leaves are as tender and cold as Dan. 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.
3. Acacia poems in red leaves
All the flowers have fallen and a tree is burning with red leaves.
Who pity is meager, add Jiangshan Rao.
Today, they became husband and wife friends, only to know that Hongye is a good medium. -Don
Han's Wedding Banquet Collection: Taking Pen as Poetry
The far shore is white in autumn, and the distant mountains are red in night. -Tang Du Fu's Five Poems of Akita
Try to go to the bottom of the building, but I'm afraid of spring fever. -Liu Yuxi's "Two Songs in Autumn"
Sleeping on the earth shook everything about Qiu Lai. -Song Xin Qiqi "Man Jiang Hong has Southern Yan and Fan Kuoyun"
Autumn scenery is worthy of the name, and the red leaves are full of mountains; The loose path is suitable, and Huang Ju bypasses Dongli. -Yuan Dynasty
Hanqin Guan
The book of red leaves:
There is a red leaf by the river, a kind of lovesickness poem. The story of a thousand years ago, Lushe people, a century-old marriage poem.
Red leaves are poems without poems, so there is no inscription for maids. Autumn is back, and the red leaves are there, and pieces of red leaves provoke Qiu Si.
The red leaves in Xishan are good, and the dew is heavy. -Chen Yi
It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring. -Li Qiao "Wind"
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. -Tang Dynasty
Du Mu's Mountain Walk
Many red leaves in the temple burned people's eyes, and the moss on the ground dyed horseshoes. -Wang Jian's "Jiangling is a thing"
Fragrant green curtains are mostly in water, and green leaves are better than flowers. -Nalan Xingde
There are many fallen leaves by the maple trees, and autumn water comes late in Dongting.
Alone, there is no distance, and the white clouds and bright moon hang in Hunan and Hubei.
-Jia Zhi's "Three Pan-Dongting Lake with Baling and Shilibaipei Wine as the First (Part Two)"
Qiu Shu, who lives in the breeze, has been drinking for many years. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring.
-Bai Juyi's "Drunk to Red Leaves"
Fusang is just like the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan. However, I turned to Yang to send my guests back, and my heart recalled the scene of spending the New Year together.
-Lu Xun's "Send Masuda to Serve the Country"
The red leaves have been frosted for a long time, but they still love the old branches. Open the window to listen to birds, and bow down to new poems. —— Guo Moruo
Mulberry picking and Double Ninth Festival in Mao Zedong
Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old.
Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is not as strong as spring.
Better than spring, just like Wan Li frost on the vast river.
Autumn mountain reflects summer, Sichuan red,
Fallen leaves flow on both sides of the maple tree.
Suddenly, like a windy night,
I still like to draw black and pink.
Wang Guowei's "Looking at Red Leaves"
It is extravagant to fill the valley with red clouds and decorate the autumn.
If you ask about Penglai's good scenery, it is said that maple leaves are better than cherry blossoms.
Wang Guowei's Flower Sweeping Tour
The forest is sparse and the sun hangs, and the fog is light and smoke is collected. Walking in the forest, listening to the sound of heavy leaves, Yuqi walked away.
Back to Feng Dan, the eye of Qiu Guang. Delaying the queue. Then it flew around, and it made me want to die.
Happy things are hard to trace. It's a place where wine and oranges are delivered. Qingge is not alive. Another oriole used a racket to fly the flowers into the bowl.
Come back today, except for the oblique photo. There are western Western jackdaw in the hidden tall trees, greeting each other.
4. What are the poems about maple leaves?
Poems about maple leaves:
1, Jiangling is worried about sending her son to a safe place.
Don, Yu.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
2. Night berth near Fengqiao.
Don, people.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
3. hiking.
Don, Du Mu.
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
4. Listen to the flowing tones.
Tang, Wang Changling.
Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided.
The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep.
5, youth travel Lin Feng red through the evening smoke green.
Song Dynasty, Jie Jiang.
The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.
The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.
6, partridge day, maple leaves fall into the river, water falls into autumn.
Song Dynasty, Su Dong.
Maple falls into the river, water falls into the wild, and autumn falls. The faint smoke and rotten grass are connected with the hills in the suburbs.
Drunk sleep in Xiaowu Huangmaodian, dreaming of leaning on Hongye Building in Gaocheng.
It's a long day and a long road. Fan Song, Tang Zheng, waits for leisure.
Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Pu Yuan Furong Ye is sad.
5. Acacia poems in red leaves
All the flowers are gone, and a red leaf on the tree burns only meager strength. Plus Jiangshan Rao, married today, you will know that Hongye is a good medium.
-Tang Han's Poems at the Wedding Banquet: Autumn is white on the far shore, and the sunset glow is red. -Tang Du Fu's "Five Poems of Autumn Wild" tries to get to the bone, but he doesn't know the madness of spring scenery.
-Liu Yuxi's "Two Poems in Autumn" feels that everything in the world will be shaken when it comes to Qiu Lai. -Song Xin Yuji's "Man Jiang Hong You Southern Yan Fan Kuoyun" autumn scenery can be titled, and the red leaves are full of mountains; The loose path is suitable, and Huang Ju bypasses Dongli.
-Guan Hanqing's Biography of Red Leaves in the Yuan Dynasty: A red leaf by the Yuhe River is a kind of lovesickness poem. The story of a thousand years ago, Lushe people, a century-old marriage poem.
Red leaves are poems without poems, so there is no inscription for maids. Autumn is back, and the red leaves are there, and pieces of red leaves provoke Qiu Si.
The red leaves in Xishan are good, and the dew is heavy. -Chen Yi can shed leaves and Sanqiu can blossom in February.
-Li Qiao's "Wind" Hanshan Stone Path is far, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
-In the Tang Dynasty, the "Walking Mountain" Temple in Tumu burned many red leaves, and the ground was covered with moss and horseshoes. -Wang Jian's "Jiangling is Things" The fragrant curtain is mostly in water, and the green leaves are better than flowers.
-There are many fallen leaves on the banks of Nalanxingde Peak, and the autumn water in Dongting is late. Alone, there is no distance, and the white clouds and bright moon hang in Hunan and Hubei.
-Jia Zhi's "First Arriving at Baling and Li Pei's Nine Pan-Dongting Lake (Part Two)" is now drinking for many years. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring.
-Bai Juyi's "Drunk Red Leaves" Fusang is like a maple leaf. However, I turned to Yang to send my guests back, and my heart recalled the scene of spending the New Year together.
-Lu Xun's "Send Zengtian to Serve the Country" Hongye Frost still loves the old branches for a long time. Open the window to listen to birds, and bow down to new poems.
-Guo Moruo, Mao Zedong, Picking Mulberries. Chongyang "Life is easy to get old, but it is not easy to get old. Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is not as strong as spring. Better than spring, just like Wan Li frost on the vast river.
The autumn mountain reflects Xia and Jiang Hong, and the fallen leaves flow on both sides of the maple leaf. Suddenly it was like a night of wind and frost, like painting black and pink.
Wang Guowei's "A Poem Looking at Red Leaves" is all over the mountains and dotted with the last autumn, which is too extravagant. If you ask about Penglai's good scenery, it is said that maple leaves are better than cherry blossoms.
Wang Guowei's "Flower Sweeping Tour" is sparse and sunny, and the fog is light and smoke is collected, but it is plain and peaceful. Walking in the forest, listening to the sound of heavy leaves, Yuqi walked away.
Back to Feng Dan, the eye of Qiu Guang. Delaying the queue.
Then it flew around, and it made me want to die. Happy things are hard to trace.
It's a place where wine and oranges are delivered. Qingge is not alive.
Another oriole used a racket to fly the flowers into the bowl. Come back today, except for the oblique photo.
There are western Western jackdaw in the hidden tall trees, greeting each other.
6. Poems describing autumn maple leaves
1, [Ming] Liu Ji's Songs on the River (Four Songs)
Excerpts from the original text:
It's autumn for Polygonum hydropiper and red maple, and Chu Yun is full of water.
Explanation:
Polygonum hydropiper and golden maple leaves are yellow in autumn, and the clouds in the sky of Chu and Wujiang are endless.
2. [Song] Wang Yan's "Sending Xu Wei to Baling, Jane Deng Qi is good for the king"
Excerpts from the original text:
The road in Lisao is cold, and the autumn wind is like a red maple.
Explanation:
Wherever I see it, I feel sad. The road by the river is very deserted. The smell of autumn seems to have dyed the maple leaves at the head of the river red.
3.[ Ming] Shang "Letter to Wang Chengfu"
Excerpts from the original text:
Wu Jiangfeng is cold and autumn, and he is a poor foreign poet.
Explanation:
The bleak autumn wind in Wujiang blows the maple leaves, and the geese begin to fly south. I am good at writing words. I am lonely and in a foreign land.
4, [Song] Chao Shuo "Send Fan Ba Xi Shang"
Excerpts from the original text:
Maple trees in the river head are autumn, and the king of Soochow is worried.
Explanation:
The golden maple leaves along the river indicate that autumn is coming, and the prince and grandson of Soochow are worried.
5. [Song] Gong Chao traced back to "I have a topic with my son and my brother"
Excerpts from the original text:
Autumn is beside Feng Dan, and the heart is beside the white goose.
Explanation:
In autumn, the maple leaves on the shore turn yellow and the sad geese fly south.