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. Chrysanthemum bloom flowers fall, and the days go by day. 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. Poems about maple leaves and maple trees describe Li Bai's thoughts at the foot of Niuzhu Mountain for one night. This night is on the west side of the river, and there is not a cloud in the whole blue sky.
I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Hanging the sails of the Ming Dynasty, the fallen leaves are behind me. Note 1, Xijiang River: From Nanjing to now it is called Xijiang River, and Niuwei is also in this section.
2. General Xie: Xie Shang in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, now a native of Taikang County, Henan Province, and General Xi. When guarding Niuzhu, go boating and enjoy the moon in autumn night. When Justin was on the boat, he wrote a poem "Ode to an Epic", which was very good in pronunciation and diction. He was very grateful and invited him to talk about the morning. On autumn night, Yi Yun rowed in Niuzhu Mountain of Xijiang River. The sky was blue, and there was not a trace of swimming clouds.
I boarded the boat and looked up at the bright moon, thinking of General Xie Shang in the Eastern Jin Dynasty in vain. I am also a good singer, but Xie Shang, a wise man, is rarely heard nowadays.
A bosom friend is hard to meet, and the sail will be hung tomorrow morning, and the prospect is like a maple leaf falling in late autumn. Comment on looking at the moon and remembering the past, expressing the sadness of not meeting a bosom friend.
The first couplet comes straight to the point, explaining "Niuzhu Night Park" and its night scene; The transition from full moon to nostalgia. From the Xie incident and the "ode to history" incident, we can realize the love for literature and respect for talents, which has nothing to do with identity.
Necklace is a kind of deep feeling that returns to reality from nostalgia, expressing feelings and expressing a deep feeling of a bosom friend that I have never met before. Finally, I began to write a scene, imagining the scene of hanging sails in the Ming Dynasty, setting off the desolation and loneliness of not meeting my bosom friend.
The scenery is fresh and meaningful without whitewashing lyricism, generous and open-minded without being coy. Poetry is five laws, but it has no duality.
Some people think that Li Bai is talented, unrestrained, happy and ironic, regardless of duality. This statement has its own reasons.
Du Fu, one of Li Bai's dreams, whimpers when death is the reason for parting, but life leaves again and again. You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.
We remembered each other until you appeared in my dream last night. However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? ? I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.
You came to me through the green forest, and you disappeared in front of a dark castle. I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.
There is water to pass through. They are wild. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river. Note 1, Ming: indicates.
2. Fenglinqing: refers to the location of Li Bai; 3. Guan Saihei: refers to the Qin Long area where Du Fu lived. 4, two sentences fall on the moon: write the illusion after waking up.
Seeing the moon dreaming, Li Bai's appearance seems to be faintly visible in the moonlight. The rhyming meaning of death often makes people cry, while birth and parting often make people more sad.
The mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River are a very popular place. Why is there no news of the demoted person? Old friend, you suddenly came to my dream, because you know I will always remember you. Now that you are in prison, how can you fly to this land in the north? I'm afraid you won't be a ghost in your dream. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. Life and death are hard to estimate.
The soul floats in the Qingfeng forest in the southwest, and the soul belongs to the black land of Guanshan. The moon falls and shines all over the beams. I see your face is haggard and confused.
Please be careful when traveling in deep water waves, and don't fall into Longkou. In the third year of Tianbao (744), Du Li first met in Luoyang and became close friends.
In the first year (758), Li Bai was exiled to Yelang because of his involvement in the shogunate Li. He was pardoned in Wushan the following spring. Du Fu only knew that Li Bai was exiled, but he didn't know how to forgive him.
These two dream poems were written by Du Fu after hearing the news that Li Bai had exiled Yelang. Poetry is written in the order of before, during and after the dream.
The first one is about the psychology of dreaming about Li Bai for the first time, showing concern for the good or ill luck of an old friend. The second is about the image of Li Bai seen in my dream, expressing sympathy for the tragic experience of my old friend.
An old friend came to sleep because I always think of you. There are waters to cross. They are violent and tumbling. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river.
"I have been dreaming about you for three nights, as gentle, intimate and real as when I was awake." These beautiful sentences reflect the friendship between two people. They parted, treated each other sincerely, encouraged each other and communicated with each other.
The language of the poem is gentle and sincere, every sentence comes from the heart, every word is touching, and it is heartbreaking to read! Night parking near Fengqiao, Zhang Ji, cold night, Jiang Feng, fishing, fire, I am worried about not sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Note 1. Fishing fire: a lamp on a fishing boat. 2. Gusu: Suzhou, Jiangsu Province today.
3. Hanshan Temple: A temple near Qiao Feng, Suzhou. Rhyme, meaning, bright moon, autumn frost all over the sky, crying in front of Wuti Mountain; The fishing fire on the river reflects the red maple tree, which provokes me with melancholy.
Oh, the famous Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou; The midnight bell floated to my boat. Comment on this poem, which describes the sight and feelings of living in Fengqiao at night.
The first sentence is what you see (the moon sets), hear (crows) and feel (the sky is full of first frost); Two sentences describe the scenery and sad mood near Qiao Feng; Write three or four sentences about the passenger ship lying listening to the ancient temple clock. Ordinary bridges, ordinary trees, ordinary water, ordinary temples and ordinary clocks have all been re-created by the poet's art, forming the night view of Jiangnan water town, which is meaningful, quiet and fascinating, and has become a masterpiece and a famous place.
This poem has been discussed a lot since Ouyang Xiu said that "midnight is not the time to ring the bell". In fact, it was a fact that Hanshan Temple rang the bell at midnight until the Song Dynasty.
Sun Yong, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in his poem "Crossing Qiao Feng Temple": "To grow old together and dream back, the castle peak will not change its old appearance. The five bodies of the moon fall on the temple by the bridge, and the pillow still smells midnight. "
You can prove it. Zhang Ji is probably different from the midnight bell, so there is a saying of "midnight bell"
Today's people may think that "Wuti" refers to the "Wuti Mountain" to the west of Hanshan Temple, rather than "crowing". Sleeping Sorrow is the Sleeping Sorrow Mountain south of Hanshan Temple, not Sleeping Sorrow.
They don't know that Wutai Mountain and Mouning Mountain are named after Zhang Jishi. The word "Wuti" in Sun You's poem "Wuti Moon Falling Bridge Temple" clearly refers to "Wuti Mountain".
3. Poems of Red Leaves I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour.
Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.
Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".
There are thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shaded rivers and bridges, and the sails are late —— In Jiangling, I am anxious to send my son back to peace.
I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
-Du Mu
Five songs about feeling maple trees
Author: Li Henian Author: Tang
The autumn waters in Shi Gen are bright, and the grass is thin on the rocky shore.
Invasion of wild bamboo incense, stinging and hanging wild thick.
When Cen Zhongyue returns, the toad hangs in the air.
Gui Lu made fun of Xian E and the clouds under the starry sky.
The bleak gardenia falls, and the mountain cries.
And Zhang Zhongwei, the book case will be rotten.
Fragrant Hill
Rain hits the pine trees,
Frost dyed the maple leaves red.
The wind blows white clouds,
Wan Li sends tenderness.
4. What are the 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 twenty years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after it.
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. What are the poems about maple leaves?
Man Fang Ting. Maple leaves are dripping with Dan:-In Sarutobi Kurenai, in summer, autumn leaves are flowing with Dan. 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, alcohol and tobacco,
Endure to listen to the complaints of the sunset.
Thinking about yourself, worrying about classics, being alone,
Wishful thinking.
Candles dim dreams.
Who cares about the situation and increases the pain,
Depression,
Cold peak tears a thousand lines.
The soul swings half a silk, drifting with the heart.
Worried,
In first frost, the solitary geese are even more boundless.
That night, I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's pipa trip.
Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.
Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".
There are thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shaded rivers and bridges, and the sails are late —— In Jiangling, I am anxious to send my son back to peace.
I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.
Travel in the mountains
Don: Du Mu
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.
Five songs about feeling maple trees
Author: Li Henian Author: Tang
The autumn waters in Shi Gen are bright, and the grass is thin on the rocky shore.
Invasion of wild bamboo incense, stinging and hanging wild thick.
When Cen Zhongyue returns, the toad hangs in the air.
Gui Lu made fun of Xian E and the clouds under the starry sky.
The bleak gardenia falls, and the mountain cries.
And Zhang Zhongwei, the book case will be rotten.
Fragrant Hill
Rain hits the pine trees,
Frost dyed the maple leaves red.
The wind blows white clouds,
Wan Li sends tenderness.
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 Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.
Bai Juyi stayed overnight in autumn rain.
The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
Xing Shan Dumu
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Send Zhou Zi to Lodi to meet Cen Can in Jingnan.
Orange blossoms in Shandian and new maple leaves in Jiangcheng.
On the moonlit night in Jianglou, I heard Liu Cang's flute.
Think of the bright moon, the waves are white, and the sound enters the autumn maple leaves in Yun Lan.
Yushanling Zuo Huang Fu Zeng
Autumn flowers are like snow, and maple leaves can't help frost.
Guo Man Dong Song Wenzhi
The forest is covered with maple leaves and the garden is covered with orange blossoms.
Wang Changling who sent Meng Haoran to Lingnan.
Dongting is far and near, and maple leaves are in early autumn.
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
Looking at the oriental maple trees in the mountains, I had a trip to Chengdu.
At the west corner of the Wumen Gate, under the Red Chamber, there is a Feng Dan tree.
Land tour in early winter
The better the maple leaf, the more fragrant the plum blossom.
A land tour in late autumn
Maple leaves want to suffer first, chrysanthemums don't support it.
Wen Zhiming Shanshui Gan Long
Go to the summer pine to shade the old and order the new autumn maple leaves.
Send Masuda back to Lu Xun.
Fusang is just like the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan.
In autumn in Jiangnan, chestnuts are as ripe as fists. Maple leaves are red, rosy, light reeds and white waves are flowing.
Fengxiang was in Hua Jing late, and Jinshan was in the shadow.
The red Ye Feng forest is full of tongues, and the yellow mud is wild and dances with chickens.
Frost-dyed crow maple is drunk in the sun, and cold rushes to Jinghe River with ice flow.
Wild geese fly high, the sun and the moon are white, and the green maple turns red in the frosty sky.
6. The ancient poem about' Maple Leaf' should be complete.
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.
Looking at the oriental maple trees in the mountains, I had a trip to Chengdu.
At the west corner of the Wumen Gate, under the Red Chamber, there is a Feng Dan tree.
Looking back on the past, I swam like a dream, and the west wind blew tears and dried up.
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.
Jiangling is anxious to send his son there.
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.
Looking at Bai's Nostalgia from Niu Shan Sleeping at Night.
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.
I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
Yushanling Zuo Huang Fu Zeng
Riding a horse leisurely, the journey link.
Deep cloud sinus is in the late green and clear in the cold platform.
Autumn flowers are like snow, and maple leaves can't help frost.
Worried that I can't see the distant future, the sunset falls in the empty suburbs.
Shu Guo Xi An Li He
Liquidambar formosana flowers are quiet in the evening, and Jinshan is beautiful.
The stone falls and the ape mourns, and the bamboo cloud is half a ridge.
The cool moon gives birth to Qiupu, and the jade and sand sparkle.
Who is a tearful guest? He can't hold back the meandering pond.
On Miao and Dai Calligraphy in San Lv
Yuan Xiang is inexhaustible, and Qu Song complains.
In late autumn, the smoke rises and the maple trees whisper.
7. An ancient poem about maple leaves, pipa and white stars gather together.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle 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.
Xing Shan Dumu
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.
8. What are the poems praising the maple leaf? 1, "the title of red leaves"
Tang Dynasty: Emperor Xuanzong of the Forbidden City
Why did Ah Shui leave in such a hurry, but he was so leisurely all day in the palace?
I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house.
Why is the water running so fast, but the deep palace is idle all day? I politely bid farewell to this red leaf and left here for a free family.
2. "Philip Burkart people, autumn red leaves and yellow flowers"
Song: Yan
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?
Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
Translation:
The leaves in the forest have turned red, and Huang Ju is blooming everywhere. Now it is late autumn. I can't help but miss the wanderers thousands of miles away. Clouds on the horizon kept drifting into the distance, and Guiyan didn't send him any news. I don't know where the wanderer is, where can I deliver books?
The more disappointed I am, the more I miss it. I was so sad that I cried at the window. I can't stop crying. I will use it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, until after parting, feelings deepened and tears were even more unbearable. They dripped on the letterhead and even faded the color of the red letterhead.
3. In the mountains
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
The flow of Jingxi River is getting less and less every day, white stones are exposed on the riverbed, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the red leaves on the branches are getting rarer and rarer. It didn't rain on the winding mountain road, but the dense pine and cypress were foggy and wet, and it seemed to drip down, which wet the clothes of pedestrians.
4. "hiking"
Tang Dynasty: 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.
The stone path is crooked and oblique from the top of the mountain, and there are several families where the white clouds grow. I stopped the carriage only because I like the night view of Fenglin. Frosted maple leaves are better than bright February flowers.
5, "Youth Tour Lin Fenghong Through the Evening Smoke" Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang
The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past twenty years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after it.
The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.
Maple forest is red, and smoke is green at dusk. Every day, we are faced with the gulls in Tingzhou, the water town where we live peacefully, and the sadness of being exiled and drifting everywhere. I love bamboo, and I have been wandering for 20 years, borrowing the name of bamboo. The spring breeze has not yet blown out, the autumn wind has arrived, I am old, and I despise all dust. I just made my life experience into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.