First, "Singing Red Persimmons" Yuxi, Liu Tang
At dawn, the stars appeared, and at night, the sun hung up.
This is a legacy, and it is self-protection.
Appreciation: Persimmons in the morning are shadowy in the morning light, and persimmons in the night are shining in the starlight. Red persimmon absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, which is beautiful and beautiful.
This is also due to being left out when picking, and it is still hanging on the branches, which is more sweet and delicious. So should a man. Although great heroes are heroic and dazzling, small people also have power to be reckoned with. Don't sigh and grieve because of temporary depression or ordinary life. Do what you can. Everything is the best arrangement.
Second, "Qiu Si Feelings" Song He Menggui
The west wind of the sunset rolls white sand, and Wan Li is homesick in Guanshan.
Luhuayan has no faith, and persimmon frost is full of crows.
Appreciation: In the evening, the west wind blows white sand, and the mountains and rivers are Wan Li. I am alone in a foreign land and miss my hometown very much. The flowers are flying white, the geese are flying to the south, and there is no news at home. It's another autumn. In Shan Ye's hut, persimmons are as gorgeous as fire.
Ordinary, but also easy to evoke nostalgia for the homeland. Perhaps this is also the mission of persimmon, reminding people that the change of age is unforgettable and conveys unspeakable good wishes! It's already late autumn, no matter whether you are wandering or returning home, I only wish "Persimmon Persimmon" peace!
Third, "Send Inside" Tang Bai Juyi
Mulberry leaves are different when they are green, and persimmon leaves are half red.
Rural women had better know the seasons, and Fu Tian had better wear clothes in autumn.
Appreciation: in spring, mulberry trees just begin to have green leaves, and you and I begin to part. Now that autumn is deep and persimmon leaves are half red, you still haven't returned them. I envy the loving couple of ordinary farmers. Men plow fields and women wash clothes. Although the days are ordinary, they are sweet.
This is a poem written by Bai Juyi to his wife. I hope she will return to China as soon as possible, and I can also see the deep affection between the poet and his wife. May all lovers in the world be well, husband and wife love each other and persimmons are sweet!