Ancient poems about fallen leaves and children

Fallen leaf poem

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"

Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves. -Qu Yuan's Nine Songs

Facing the trees and leaves of other countries, I am lonely in the cold night. -Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam"

The Tatar geese come from the Moon River, which is thinner along the Huaihe River and wider along the South Mountain. -Liu Changqing's "Re-discussion on Leaving Gui Jiang to Xue and Liu"

The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold. -Meng Haoran's Early Cold Pregnancy

"Huainanzi" has leaves and knows the sentence of Sui mother; I realized the poetry under the leaves of horaba. -Xu Hun's Early Autumn

You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves. -Yuan Zhen's "Regret for the Past"

The west wind leaves Chang 'an and the cymbals fly. -Mao Zedong "Man Jianghong and Comrade Guo Moruo"

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Country House"

I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. -Ye Shaoweng's Night Book

Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. -Yuan Mei "See"

A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. -Bai Juyi is on the pool

A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds. -Hu Lingneng's The Fishing Child

On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. -Yang Wanli's "Zhou Du An Ren"

Plant trees that have been completed in ten years, as well as corn harvested that year, and give them to young people. -Yuan Haowen, "Man's full moon and heavy mountains have separated the world of mortals"

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. -Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store