The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. You hate a few tears, leaning against the bar. (Lan Tong: Lan) (What is the limit of hating a work: infinite hating)
2. Liu Yongyong? "Klang Ganzhou, it will be drizzling."
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the surging Yangtze River flows eastward silently. ?
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? I want beautiful women to dress up, miss a few times, and return home. Know me, lean against the railing, I'm worried! (column 1: column)
3. Tang Du Fu? Climb the balcony
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the 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.
4. Tang Wangwei? Autumn serenade
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
5. Tang Dumu? Mourning on the river in autumn night
Alone in the sky, the road is on credit. The poor and sick traveler always lives in dreams. ?
Cicada sing Qiu Shu, crows sing sunset sand. If you don't want to burn the temple, the other party will throw a new year's goods.
How to appreciate "the leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward"?
Endless trees rustling leaves, endless Yangtze River water rolling in. The poet looked up at the endless rustling leaves and looked down at the endless rolling river. While writing about the scenery, he expressed his feelings affectionately. Endless and inexhaustible, it makes the rustling roll more vivid, which reminds people of the rustling of fallen trees and the surging Yangtze River, and invisibly conveys the feeling that youth is fleeting and ambition is hard to pay.