Looking forward to late autumn, I feel sorry for myself in the suburbs of Tang and autumn, and the chrysanthemums are still in bloom in the lonely night. The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice. After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day. On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk. In the late autumn of Nanhu Lake, Bai Juyi fell into the white dew in Tang and August, and the lake was old. However, there were many autumn winds, and the load was dumped by half. Climb the green maple with your hands and step on the yellow reeds with your feet. Bleak old glory, cold autumn hug. Huai Chu has brothers, Shu Dao has brothers. When Wan Li will come, Yan Bobai doesn't know whether the court will fall today or tomorrow. It is suspected that Hualin opened last night.
Shuo Bao: Snowflakes fall in the courtyard.
How to deal with the snow in the garden by Tang Song Wenzhi.
The sound of water swallows the ice, and the sand road is flat.
Don Liu Changqing's reward for Zhang Xia's hard work on his way back to the state on a snowy night.
A vine path is green, and a million snow peaks are clear.
Winter Returning to Laoshan by Tang Li Bai
It's cold in Whitestorm, and snowflakes are as big as hands.
Tang Libai mocked Li Yangwang for refusing to drink.
Snowflakes on the Yanshan Mountain, such as seats, blew down Xuanyuantai.
Xuanyuantai: It is said that the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou.
Tang Li Bai's Popular in the North
The clouds are low and dusk, and the snow dances back into the air.
Return air: rotating wind.
DuDu Fu DuXue.
First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight.
Point straight: fingers are stiff.
Tang Du Fu's Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian
Clouds and gulls dance, and geese fly against the wind.
No line: No line.
Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home on Winter Night"
It's freezing, the days are short and the wind and waves are calm.
Tang Du Fu's Nostalgia in Public Security
On the bamboo in the sunset and on the mountains in the snow.
Tang Hanyi's "Chu Zhu Shu Zhai Bi Hui Shu Zi Qian Yuan Wai Shi Lang County" (Zhang Jishi)
Who cut the snow on the ground into this smallpox?
Tang Hanyu's two poems "Li Hua": "Luoyang Garden is particularly crowded during the spring competition for luxury. Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "
Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.
Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen
Liufeihua came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into Qiongzhi.
Six out: snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called six out snowflakes. Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.
Don Gao wrote Snow.
Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost.
Write two sentences about the scene of snowflakes flying.
Fan Zhongyan, a proud fisherman from Qiu Si, has a peculiar scenery in Qiu Lai, but nobody cares about Hengyang geese. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place. When people are sleepless, the general is white-haired and full of tears.
2. Poems describing late autumn scenery and praising "late autumn beauty" are as follows:
1. In late autumn, Cai Wu was drinking in Changsha.
Jiashi knows each other, and looks forward to it.
Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails.
At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.
It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time.
2. "Late Autumn Wild Hope" Tang
Autumn makes the suburbs feel sorry for themselves, and chrysanthemums are lonely at night.
The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice.
After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.
On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk.
3. Nanhu Baijuyi Tang in late autumn
In August, the white dew falls and the lake is old.
However, there were many autumn winds, and the load was dumped by half.
Climb the green maple with your hands and step on the yellow reeds with your feet.
Bleak old glory, cold autumn hug.
Huai Chu has brothers, Shu Dao has brothers.
When will Wan Li come? Yan Bobai.
4. Du, "Late Autumn Changsha Cai Wu Waiting for Imperial Drink"
Jiashi knows each other, and looks forward to it.
Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails.
At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.
It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time.
5. Late autumn, Yuan
The cold sound of bamboo dew is surprising.
The wine wakes up in autumn, the wind is urgent and the summer clothes are light.
When you are tired of sleeping, you can interpret your dreams, but when you are idle, you can add to your feelings.
Who pity the pillow alone, slanting the moon through the window.
6. "Mountain Trip" Du Tom
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
There are people in the depths of white clouds.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Please look for Li Bai, a poem about osmanthus in late autumn.
The world is full of peaches and plums.
Climbing shortcuts, and this spring breeze.
Glory cannot last long under first frost.
South, green leaves hang down the roots.
Qingyin can also be entrusted, so why not cherish the tree garden?
Lao Shan Gui (Tang) Bai Juyi
In the middle of the month, the roots are in the sky.
The wind rises around the moon and blows to the earth.
Where is the vagrant committee? It is Lushan Mountain.
Life is a laurel tree on a stone with leaves as fresh as scissors.
The longer the branches are, the bigger the roots are.
Last month, I was middle-aged.
Lushan Mountain to Xianyang, the road is three or four thousand.
No one transplanted it. You have to go to the forest garden.
Not as good as safflower tree, it has been planted in greenhouse for a long time.
Guizi of Tianzhu Temple (Tang Dynasty) Pi Rixiu August 15th night.
Yu Ying Shanshan got off the moon wheel and met Hua Xin in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
Birdsong Creek and Wang Wei
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
On August 17, Tianzhu Mountain gave Guangxi a gift element Song Sushi.
The moon is short of frost, thick and sparse, and some flowers belong to Yutangxian.
On the eve of Jiu Feng's son's death, the branches of the toad cave were empty to remember the past years.
The monk who broke the precepts pitied Geng Jie, and the girl who practiced skirt flow beat Qing Yan.
I hope the public will pick exquisite flowers instead of being lonely and fragrant.
4. Poems describing autumn flowers In October, the sky is blue, cool and comfortable.
The wild flowers on the roadside are swaying in the wind, silently blessing the autumn harvest. A gust of autumn wind blew and the hillside was red. It's a flaming maple leaf. The lake is clear, can see the bottom, shines on people, just like a mirror; The chrysanthemums are blooming, so gorgeous and delicate, which is really unique.
There are also thick corn, persimmons and red apples from Huang Chengcheng. Every autumn, the fragrant rice smells good, and the rice fields in Huang Chengcheng turn up the Jin Lang.
Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe.
Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year. The rice is ripe and the earth is boiling.
The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power.
Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. This is people's praise for spring. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are brilliant.
In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature, and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree, constantly changing colors, gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow, orange ... showing rich and colorful. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams.
Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves of trees are constantly changing, turning yellow and red, and then falling leaves begin.
The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways, and the colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It looks elegant and pleasing to the eye.
Enjoy the sunshine and rain in summer. In autumn, the rice is ripe and dedicated to the farmers who take good care of them, with a golden smile! In the early autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolled around, and Mi Dou flowed. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.
October is the harvest season, and the beautiful northern country is picturesque: look at the endless rice fields, the rice waves are rolling and golden, like a golden ocean. People have a special preference for autumn.
Spring is the season of farming, summer is the season of breeding, and winter is the season of gathering. Only autumn is the harvest season, not the autumn season. The autumn wind blew across the fields, bringing yellow rice and gold, and people bent over with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The farmers in the field, whose smiles are tanned by the sun, don't know how much sweat they have shed. Now a bumper harvest is in sight. Autumn is the harvest season. In the endless rice fields, you can see charming gold when you look around, which is even more dazzling under the sunlight, like gold all over the ground. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are so happy that they can't even close their mouths. Looking at such fruitful results, who is not happy to blossom! Autumn has come, and the sky is as blue as washed, like a sapphire washed with clear water. The autumn sky is as blue as the sea.
White clouds are like a canoe sailing, floating slowly. When the wind blows, leaves fall and dance in the sky, just like butterflies in Huang Cancan. And maple, whose leaves are all red. When you shake it, you fall down one after another, as if you had laid a red carpet on the ground, which made the earth particularly beautiful. However, pine trees are straight and full of lovely pine leaves, just like open green velvet umbrellas, swaying gently with the wind.
Miss Qiu came to us singing the song of harvest. The sound of machines rumbled in the rice fields, and the harvesters sang songs and shuttled back and forth in the fields, holding the heavy ears of rice in their arms.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in the golden fields. Golden rice fields are like a giant golden carpet.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in the beautiful park. Falling leaves are fluttering, red leaves and yellow leaves.
Red leaves are like clouds of flames, and yellow leaves are flying in the air like golden butterflies. Chrysanthemum is red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow.
Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is like a painting, autumn is like a poem, autumn is like a song and autumn is like a beautiful fairy tale.
Let's love and praise this beautiful autumn! Autumn is fruitful. It has no charm and charm in spring, no enthusiasm in summer, and no tranquility in winter when snowflakes are flying, but it has its own unique beauty. When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All this is a magical canvas-nature, carefully sketched out with lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments.
I love autumn, love the tranquility of autumn, love the simplicity of autumn, and love the nobility of autumn. The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.
The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Good joke: As soon as September arrives, there will be autumn, which will slip away in a foggy dawn and disappear in a hot afternoon.
It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left. In another night or two, the autumn frost will cover the valley under the moon, and then retreat to the northern mountains for a short stay, so that the golden early autumn can gently soothe the earth.
There is a faint smell of fennel in the sky. And the fragrance of Jin Ju.
The fog billowed and was broken by the moonlight in September, revealing a blue sky. Autumn, always the blue sky, will suddenly turn its face and reveal a sinister color. Tropical typhoon with Miyun rainstorm, flood undercurrent surging.
5. Poems describing late autumn In late autumn, Cai Yong in Changsha waited on Du Fu and Tang Jiashi to meet each other and looked at the distance kindly.
Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails. At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.
It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time. Looking forward to late autumn, I feel sorry for myself in the suburbs of Tang and autumn, and the chrysanthemums are still in bloom in the lonely night.
The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice. After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.
On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk. In the late autumn of Nanhu Lake, Bai Juyi fell into the white dew in Tang and August, and the lake was old.
However, there were many autumn winds, and the load was dumped by half. Climb the green maple with your hands and step on the yellow reeds with your feet.
Bleak old glory, cold autumn hug. Huai Chu has brothers, Shu Dao has brothers.
When Wan Li will come, Yan Bobai doesn't know whether the court will fall today or tomorrow. It is suspected that Hualin held a court meeting last night: snowflakes fell in the courtyard. Tang Song Wenzhi's Snow in the Garden Should Be Made was swallowed up by the sound of water and ice, but the sand road was covered with snow. Liu Tang Changqing's "Appreciating Zhang Xia's Bitterness and Cold Work on the Way Back to the State on a Snowy Night" has a clear path and snow peaks. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands. Tang Li Bai's satirizing Wang Liyang's refusal to drink Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai.
Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds at dusk, and the snow dance is empty: the wind is swaying. First frost in Dufu's "Making Snow" in Tang Dynasty is in rags, so he can't point it directly: his fingers are stiff.
Tang Du Fu's "Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian": Clouds and gulls dance more, geese fly against the wind, and there is no line: there is no line. Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home in Winter" is short in cold weather, calm in wind and waves, and light in clouds. Tang Du Fu's "Nostalgia in Gongan County" scattered on the bamboo, and the snow scattered in the mountains. Tang Han's "Chu's main office meeting is over, and the money is spent." (One in Zhang Jishi) Who will carve the snow on the ground?
Who cut the snow on the flat ground into smallpox? "Just look at the ridge head like a cloud, and it has been shocked by rock and snow.
Thousands of peaks have thousands of Yushu trees and thousands of pines. When Tang Yuanzhen's "South Qin Xue" entered the room, I sat and watched the bamboo turn into six branches: the snowflake was hexagonal, so it was called "six out". Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.
The bead curtain of Tang Gao's "To Snow" turns over the powder wall, which is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Fan Zhongyan, a proud fisherman from Qiu Si, has a peculiar scenery in Qiu Lai, but nobody cares about Hengyang geese.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.