Description of ancient poems about maple leaves 1. Poems about autumn maple leaves
1. [Ming] Liu Ji's "Four Songs on the River"
Original excerpt:
Hongliu Danfeng is in autumn, and Chu Yun Wushui is * * * leisurely.
Definition:
Polygonum hydropiper and golden maple leaves are all yellow in autumn, and the clouds in the sky in Chu and Wujiang are endless.
2. [Song] Wang Yan's "Sending Xu Wei to Baling and Simplifying Deng Qi, Being Wang and Being Good"
Excerpt from the original text:
Lisao is full of cold river roads, and autumn is eager for red maple.
Interpretation:
Everywhere I see it, I feel sad. The road by this river is so deserted. The breath of autumn seems to turn the maple leaves on the river head red.
3. [Ming] Liu Huang Shang sent a letter to Wang Chengfu
excerpts from the original text:
Wu Jiangfeng was cold and autumn, and he was a poor poet in a foreign country.
Interpretation:
The bleak autumn wind in Wujiang blows the maple leaves, and the geese begin to fly south. I am good at writing words and I am lonely and lonely in a foreign land.
4. [Song] Chao Shuo's "Farewell to Fan Ba Xi Shang"
excerpts from the original text:
Maple trees in Jiangtou are autumn, and Sun Chou, the king of Soochow, is worried.
Interpretation:
The golden maple leaves at the head of the river indicate that autumn has come, and the prince and grandson of Soochow are worried.
5. [Song Dynasty] Chao Gong traced back to
excerpts from the original text:
Autumn is beside the Danfeng, and the heart is beside the white geese.
Interpretation:
In autumn, the maple leaves on the shore turn yellow, and the sad geese fly south.
2. An ancient poem describing the maple leaf
"Walking in the Mountains" Du Muyuan went up to the cold mountain with an oblique stone path, and there were people in Bai Yunsheng.
stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers. "Looking at the east maple tree in the mountains with a bosom in Chengdu" Under the red building in the west corner of the five doors of Lu You, a tree, Danfeng, immediately looks at it.
looking back on the past, I swam like a dream, and the west wind blew my tears and languished. "Maple on the River" Cheng Yanxiong Jiang Feng is depressed and does not compete with Song Jun.
a leaf falls on the fisherman, and the setting sun brings autumn colors. "Looking at the Peace in Jiangling" There are thousands of maple leaves in Yu Xuanji, and the river bridge hides the sunset sails late.
remembering you is like the west river, which flows eastward day and night without rest. Thoughts of old time from a night-mooring under mount niu-zhu, Li Bai, this night to the west of the river-brim, there is not one cloud in the whole blue sky.
as I watch from my deck the autumn moon, vainly remembering old General Xie. I have poems; I can read, he heard others, but not mine.
tomorrow I shall hoist my sail, with fallen maple-leaves behind me. "Work on Yushan Ridge" Huangfu once drove a horse for a long time, and even the hills on the road were levied.
The cloud sinus is deep in the late green, and the Liang Shi is clear in the cold platform. Autumn flowers are like snow, and maple leaves can't help frost.
I'm worried about the future, and the sun is setting in the empty suburbs. "Shu Guo Xian" Li Hefeng is fragrant with quiet flowers in the evening and beautiful scenery in the south of the mountains.
when the stone falls, the ape mourns, and the bamboo cloud is half a hill. The cool moon gives birth to Qiupu, and the jade and sand are sparkling.
A tearful guest can't bear to cross Qutang. "San Lv Temple" Dai Shulun Yuan Xiang flows endlessly, why did Qu Song complain?
in the late autumn, the smoke rises, and the maple trees are rustling.
3. An ancient poem describing maple leaves
"Walking in the Mountains" Du Mu
There are people in Bai Yunsheng, which is far away from the cold mountain.
stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers.
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looking back on the past, I swam like a dream, and the west wind blew my tears and languished.
Feng on the River is Cheng Yanxiong
Jiang Feng is depressed and does not compete with Song Jun's strength.
a leaf falls on the fisherman, and the setting sun brings autumn colors.
There are thousands of maple leaves in Yu Xuanji, and the river bridge is shaded by dusk sails.
remembering you is like the west river, which flows eastward day and night without rest.
thoughts of old time from a night-mooring under mount niu-zhu Li Bai
this night to the west of the river-brim, there is not one cloud in the whole blue sky.
as I watch from my deck the autumn moon, vainly remembering old General Xie.
I have poems; I can read, he heard others, but not mine.
tomorrow I shall hoist my sail, with fallen maple-leaves behind me.
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The cloud sinus is deep in the late green, and the Liang Shi is clear in the cold platform.
autumn flowers are like snow, but maple leaves can't help frost.
I'm worried about the future, and the sun is setting in the empty suburbs.
Li He in Shu Guo Xian
The fragrance of Liquidambar formosana is quiet in the evening, and the scenery of Jinshan Mountain is beautiful.
when the stone falls, the ape mourns, and the bamboo cloud is half a hill.
The cool moon gives birth to Qiupu, and the jade and sand are sparkling.
A tearful guest can't bear to cross Qutang.
San Lv Temple Dai Shulun
Yuan and Xiang flowed endlessly, so why did Qu and Song complain?
In the late autumn, the smoke rises, and there is a rustling maple grove
4. An ancient poem about maple leaves
Pipa, Bai Juyi
I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.
I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat, and we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music.
for all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon.
we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.
we followed where the melody led and asked the player's name? The sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered.
we moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet.
yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar.
...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.
each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life.
she knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours.
she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, first the air of The Rainbow Skirt, then The Six Little Ones.
the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret.
hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
The flower bottom of Guan Ying's speech is slippery, but it's difficult to flow under the ice in the deep throat spring.
when the ice spring is cold and astringent, the string will freeze, and the freeze will never stop.
into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.
a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.
and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk.
the east boat and the west boat are silent, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart.
thoughtfully put in the strings, she rose and smoothed her clothing and, formal, courteous.
told us how she had spent her girlhood at the capital, living in her parents' house under the Mount of Toads.
and had mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, with her name recorded first in the class-roll of musicians.
after a song, it often teaches the good to subdue, her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers.
how noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competed, and numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song.
and skirts the colour of blood been spoiled with stains of wine, China.
season after season, joy had followed joy, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding.
till first her brother left for the war, and then her aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded.
with ever fewer chariots and horses at her door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant.
who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea.
and she had been tending an empty boat at the river's mouth, no company but the bright moon and the cold water.
and sometimes in the deep of night she would dream of her triumphs, and be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears.
her very first guitar-note had started me sighing, now, having heard her story, I was sadder still.
we are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?.
I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang.
and so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year.
my quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house.
and what is to be heard here, morning and evening?? The bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes.
on flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone.
of course there are the mountain songs and the village pipes, but they are crude and-strident, and grate on my ears.
and tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic.
do not leave us. Come, sit down. Play for us again., and I will write a long song concerning a guitar..
...Moved by what I said, she stood there for a moment, then sat again to her strings-and they sounded even sadder.
although the tunes were different from those she had played before, the feasters, all listening, covered their faces.
but who of them all was crying the most?? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet.
Du Mu in the Mountain
The stone path in Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of white clouds.
stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers.
5. The poem describing the maple leaf
Man Tingfang. The maple leaf is full of flowers: —— Sarutobi Kurenai Xia, autumn scenery is magnificent and full of frost. If you want to drift away, you can't help but dream. Simple and noble, who knows, has no hatred and resentment, and the dead leaves are alone. The clouds cover up tears, the wind promotes haggard, and the water cries out for sadness. You are worried. You are in love with the world as soon as possible, and you are sad. Stay silent until winter.
Autumn rain stops smoking and drinks,
Endure to listen to plaintive songs to the setting sun.
Self-reflection and sorrow lead to loneliness,
wishful thinking.
A candle can make a dream * * * bleak.
Whoever tries to relieve his worries and hopes for happiness,
makes a miserable life. Where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn-Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frosty leaves bloom in February-Du Mu's Mountain Trip
Hang the sails in the Ming Dynasty, and with fallen maple-leaves behind me-Li Bai's thoughts of old time from a night-mooring under mount niu-zhu
Maple leaves abound, and the river bridge hides the sunset sails late-Yu Xuanji. Love the maple leaves on the pavilion at night-Tang Yin's I Love Chou-heung
Mountain Walking
Tang: Du Mu
The stone path is steep in the cold mountain, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late,
Frosty leaves are red in February.
Five poems about maple
Author. The toad hangs in the air.
Gui Lu teases the fairy moths and the clouds under the stars.
The gardenia falls desolate, and the mountain cries and leaks.
There is Zhang Zhongwei, who will rot if he puts a book on it.
The fragrant mountain
The rain hits the pine trees,
The frost dyes the maple leaves red.
The wind blows the clouds,
. Frost leaves are red in February.
-Du Mu
Jiangshangfeng Cheng Yanxiong
Jiangfeng is depressed and doesn't compete with Songyun.
One leaf falls to fishermen, and the setting sun brings autumn colors.
Sleeping in the autumn night, Bai Juyi
It's sunny and cold, and the frost leaves are full of red.
The maple leaves in Jiangcheng are new.
On the moonlit night in Jianglou, Liu Cang
Thinking of the bright moon, the waves are white, and the sound enters the blue clouds and maple leaves in autumn.
Huangfuzeng on Yushan Ridge
The autumn flowers are like snow, but the maple leaves can't help frost.
Crossing the savage cave, Song Zhiwen
The forest is covered with maple leaves, and the garden fragrance is covered with orange flowers.
Send it to Meng Haoran in Lingnan, Wang Changling
The maple leaves are startled early in autumn.
The maple leaves on the river become Yan Xiong.
The maple leaves on the river are full of luxuries, and they don't compete for the power of relaxation.
The maple leaves on the east side of the mountain are pregnant with a land tour in Chengdu.
Under the red building in the west corner of Wumen, a maple tree can be seen at once.
In the early winter, the better the maple leaves are, the more fragrant the plum blossoms are. Chrysanthemum bushes are not supported.
Wen Zhiming's mountains and rivers are dry and long.
It's better to get rid of the summer heat, pine trees and shade the old, and point out the new maple leaves in autumn.
It's just good for Qiu Guang to send Zeng Tian to visit her husband and return to China.
In autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, chestnuts are as ripe as fists. Maple leaves are blooming in hongxia, and the fragrance is fragrant in late Hua Jing, and the water is golden. Ice flow in Hanchongjing water belt
wildgeese flying high, sun and moon both white, green maples changing to red in the frosty sky
6. An ancient poem describing red leaves
Sauvignon Blanc
Li Yu
One heavy mountain, two mountains,
The mountains are far away, the sky is misty and cold,
Acacia Maple Leaf Dan.
the flowers bloom, but the flowers are incomplete,
the geese fly high and the people are not returned,
a curtain is full of wind and moon.
"Autumn Moon" Song Chenghao
Qingxi River passes Bishantou, and the empty water is clear and fresh in autumn.
three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.
Giving Yuan Jiu in Autumn Rain
Tang Bai Juyi is unbearable for the red leaves and moss, and it is cool and rainy at dusk.
Don't blame Qiu Si for his suffering, which is nearly twenty years older than Junjiao.
I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn-Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frosty leaves are red in February-Du Mu's Mountain Trip
Hang the sails in the Ming Dynasty, and with fallen maple-leaves behind me-Li Bai's thoughts of old time from a night-mooring under mount niu-zhu
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge hides the sunset sails late. Love the maple leaf in the pavilion at night-I love Chou-heung by Tang Yin
7. What are the poems describing the maple leaf?
1. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frosty leaves are red in February. -"Mountain Trip" Du Mu
Translation: Maple leaves are stained with autumn frost, and they are brighter than February spring flowers.
2. When the frost protection clouds turn, the reed pipe blows autumn resentment. -
Yan Jidao translation of
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3. tomorrow I shall hoist my sail, with fallen maple-leaves behind me. -"thoughts of old time from a night-mooring under mount niu-zhu" Li Bai
Translation: Tomorrow morning I will hang up my sail and leave Niuzhu, where only maple leaves are falling all over the sky.
4. There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge hides the sunset sail late. -
Yu Xuanji translation of "Looking at the Peace in Jiangling": 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 made a rustling sound. When I heard this scene, I was sad, little girl. As far as you can see, the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, so I haven't seen my lover return by boat.
5, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping. -"a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji
Translation: The moon has set, crows crow and the air is cold, and they are sad and sleep over the maple trees and fishing fires by the river.
6. In the late autumn, smoke rises, and there is a rustling maple forest. -"San Lv Temple" Dai Shulun
Translation: Sunset sets, autumn smoke rises, and leaves rustle in the maple forest.
7. The red leaves in Ma Si are rustling late, and the Yangtze River in Rizhao is falling in autumn. Zhao Xiao
translation: The horse hissed at the red leaves, and the sun shone on the autumn.
8. Xiao Xiao's red leaves flew forward and sent Wang Sun home on Sunday. -
Kou Zhun translation of "Send Wen Shangshu to Luoyang": Maple leaves are flying under the horseshoe, bidding farewell to Wang Sun's vision, showing off his future and coming back.
9. After the sky falls and the moon rises, the rustling red-leafed geese come at the beginning. -"Moving" Wu Zeli
Translation: On the blue moon, red leaves fly to attract geese.
1. The rustling dusk blows the red leaves, and the miserable cold clouds overwhelm the old buildings. -"Jinling Nostalgia" Wang Jue
Translation: The evening breeze blows and the red leaves rustle. The cold cloud is bleak, and the old building is under heavy pressure.
8. Ancient poems describing red leaves
In ancient times, there was a saying by rather critical, so red leaves were often used to describe the magnificent scenery in autumn. Here are some representative works:
1. "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frosty leaves are red in February"-Tu Mu's Mountain Walk.
2. "The mountains and rivers are clear and the frost comes at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow-"-Liu Yuxi's Autumn Poems
3. I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, the maple leaves are blooming in autumn.