The tired horse was sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun had set on the water.
The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest.
It is raining cold in the boundless sky, and there is no dust on the bluestone road.
Tens of millions of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and all the voices are sad in this bleak morning.
The chi was barking last night, and Hui had already begun to wither.
Besides, a stranger who travels far away will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.
-Walking in Autumn Don Cen Can
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(the second song)
Keep a fish pond in front of the house, in the rice fields north and south of the stream.
A pair of yellow butterflies will make Qiu Guang marry someone at the wedding.
-"Late Autumn" Song Luyou
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(The third song)
Chrysanthemum residue, no bees, no butterfly dance.
The fallen trees are rustling, and the willows are messy and noisy.
Pity money mountain, don't hate string difficulty.
The west wind rustled, and the yellow pine turned to the countryside.
Jiangting flies ashore and haunts the fog, but wild cranes chase joy.
Sigh that Qiu Guang is easy to get old, and the frost dyes the hair to disappear for the New Year.
Broken soul, lonely in the guest,
For half a month, I was even more drunk.
The atrium is quiet, our curtains are rolling,
The air conditioner was frequently released, and tears streamed down her face.
It's raining outside, tired birds in the forest,
Go through a difficult period. Unable to lie down for a long time,
Opposite the railing, the silent season moved.
I have recalled many times that Liangyuan is good, playing flute in spring and listening to cicadas singing until the sun in summer.
There are always jiaoe around, and the town is lingering;
Not for wealth, Shaoling is full of crazy friends.
But the time sequence has changed,
Empty and hazy.
If you want to carry a boat, you can carry it back.
Hate running water, no more cold waves.
Wangjiang, though far away, sends her dismay to Chanjuan.
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(the fourth song)
Lotus leaves hate life in spring when they are born, and hate life in autumn when they are dry.
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.
-"Walking alone in Qujiang in late autumn" Tang Li Shangyin
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(the fifth song)
Late autumn sky, Longfeng wetland,
To chase the clear clouds. Watching the clouds leave,
Water can wash away glitz. Cold reeds are not afraid of old age,
The treetops refer to the horizon. Xiao Shuye,
Flowers in bloom. I actually won a good autumn.
And Xu Shixin fantasized about making it his home.
The scenery here is very unique. Nice to meet Shazhu,
Herons and geese are innocent. How pity, embrace qingbo,
Water chestnut vaguely mud frog. In seclusion,
Ren Sixia. Even if there is frost.
I believe that in the spring of Wan Li, new dreams will sprout.
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(the sixth song)
Long-time guests waste friends' books, and plain books are piled up in January.
False reputation, but cold and warm, universal love does not save the gully humiliation.
If you don't have a careless tooth, your tongue will cry for the poor in shame.
Daozhou's handwriting is suitable for restoration, and the paper length should be read three times.
Won the sea that must be a pearl, and bent over to hold Kunshan jade in her arms.
Abandon the white lake wine in Tanzhou, and there are thousands of chrysanthemums on the shore.
It bothers my children and grandchildren all day, and it costs money to sit at night.
Recalling Wei Yongjia's beauty and white face when his children first left.
It's not too late to print the military symbol "Hou", and your ears turn very fast.
The holy dynasty is still dusty, so it is advisable to recruit handsome men to help the world.
Li Yuan's sadness and pain will make him stop, and Yi Di's domineering will make him wander around.
Grant a lot of money to build an altar, which means that the net is broken.
Guo Qin wrote a letter to look at the plan, while Liu Yi wrote a reply to surprise his ministers.
In the future, servants will speak a lot, and public opinion will be beneficial to soldiers.
Pour the pot and play the flute with black and white hair, dance the sword and blow the youth with frost and snow.
Sue was talked about at the banquet, and later it was even more remarkable.
Maozhai became a national gate, a medicine mall in Chu State.
Every time the shoulders in the north of the city are linked together, Guo Nan hides a few with an urn.
Numerous western generals became prime ministers.
Autumn birds are bitter and fat, and dragons want to sting cold sand and water.
When the drum horn dies, the front part dies all day.
Attached to the book, Pei was ashamed to be helped in this life.
Here you are, Yao Shun, Fu Gong, etc. It is said that Ruth died young.
-"The Handwriting of Pei Daozhou in Late Autumn" Du Fu, the scene of late autumn
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(the seventh song)
These flowers are red and white, bathed in Qiu Guang, and young women refuse frost according to their body size.
Love is released by the waves near the water, and the beautiful grass is fragrant in the breeze.
A thousand dreams admire bees and butterflies, and a wisp of lofty sentiments to the sunset.
Since ancient times, poets have never stopped singing, picking branches as colors and singing a cool song.
-Seven Laws of Appreciating Hibiscus in Late Autumn
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(the eighth song)
Don't stay in Beijing in early summer, stay in Sanjiang in autumn.
Heavy Penglai Pavilion, homesickness day after day.
First frost is cool, and the wind sends lotus to the secluded place.
18 years old, sitting and lying down, feeling this decline.
-In late autumn, I was pregnant with cheese.
2. A poem about late autumn, Missing in Late Autumn-Meng Jiao Times: The weeping willows in the west wind of the Tang Dynasty are as crisp as lotus roots.
There is a noisy cicada in the world, which urges people to become heads. I'm afraid it's difficult to travel, too. I'm ugly
If you want to comfort your heart for a while, there is nothing better than a thousand-day wine. You are superior to Zhu Hong, and you are very complacent.
Don't peck Taicang millet, and don't drink Tang Fang water. The feather finally vibrates, and Luo Ren spits.
"Late Autumn"-Yuan Zhen saw that the western wall sank again and the corridor deepened. The trees are full of sounds, and Xiaoyu sleeps at night.
Late Autumn-Lu You Wan Li was helpless and stayed here for eight years. It is better to be tired of the trip to Changqing than to be ashamed of being in power.
Listening to the sound of rain and rainy night, the flying eagle is dying in Du Qiu. Not to mention wealth, this record is also long.
"Late Autumn"-The land tour is middle-aged and full of wind and frost. Lonely sorrow on the moon is white, and Chushan dreams are light.
The autumn lights are dim and the night bells are sparse. I have a small fortune and dare not hate it.
3. Poems describing late autumn (free verse) 1, Qiu Meng
Dai wangshu
The shepherd's bell in the distance,
Shake off the light leaves.
Qiu Meng is light,
This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.
So my dream came quietly,
But it carries a heavy past.
Oh, now, I'm a little cold,
Some are cold, and some are melancholy.
(193 1 year 1 month)
2. Autumn songs
Akiko Kiyoshi
Grab a cool hand from the pond.
Bring a mellow fragrance from the orchard
Autumn has come, singing golden songs.
Come to the city, come to the village.
There is no pride in spring breeze.
There is no sadness.
There is no enthusiasm like the scorching sun.
Not as cold as frost and snow.
You sing about the hardships and bitterness of a long journey.
But there is no disappointment and sadness.
You sing the joy and satisfaction of autumn harvest
But there is no conceit and arrogance.
Ah, facing the yellow flowers everywhere
Gui Xiang is full of gardens and autumn wind.
I want to sing with you.
3. "Shanghai-Hangzhou car"
Xu zhimo
Hurry! Come on, come on!
When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?
A water, a bridge, a car accident,
A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo, red leaves are:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,
As clear as a dream, vague, hidden,-
Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?
Urging old Qiu, urging old age!
( 1928)
Step 4 "whisper"
Xu zhimo
First-class cold autumn pool autumn rain,
In the withered autumn willows,
On the cowardly autumn branches,
On a yellow autumn leaf,
Listen to him kiss and kiss,
Whispering about Sanqiu's affairs and love stories,
Finally, I brushed him gently in the autumn glow of autumn eyes.
One and a half revolutions,
Follow the autumn stream.
Whispers of autumn rain,
Sanqiu's love story,
Love poem plot,
Also falls in the autumn halo of autumn eyes,
One and a half revolutions,
Follow the autumn stream.
(1July 2, 9221day)
5. "Pigeon"
Hu Shi
Clouds are light and the sky is high. What a late autumn weather!
There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air.
Look at them in twos and threes,
Back and forth,
Iraq is like Italy,—
Suddenly, turn it over and reflect the sunlight,
White against the sky, very beautiful!
( 19 18)
6.
On the river in autumn night
Liu Dabai
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
( 1923)
7. Autumn
Ducheyun
Even the pigeon whistle makes a mature tone,
In the past, rainy and noisy summers.
Don't think about that severe and sultry exam any more.
Detail memory in dangerous swimming.
After breaking ground in the bud of spring,
Twisting and damage in bud growth,
These branches are also growing wildly in the hot sun.
I almost got lost on a rainy night.
Now, there is not a cloud in the plain sky.
The mountains and rivers are bright and clean, and the vision is exceptionally broad;
The season of wisdom and emotional maturity,
The river also seems to come from a deeper source.
Turbulence is fermented,
Brewing transparent wine in the valley;
What autumn is blowing?
An intoxicating smell.
Autumn flowers and autumn leaves have been dyed deep.
Street trees also imply something red,
The wheels of the bicycle are shining with vitality;
The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude.
Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.
(1autumn of 979)
8. Qiu Ge-Warm-up
Yaxian
The fallen leaves finished their last trembling.
The flowers disappeared into the blue eyes of the lake.
The anvil in July is still far away.
warm
There are no wild geese in Liao Qiongqiu's sky.
Write down their beautiful sonnets.
warm
Horseshoe leaves and flowers.
On the hill road in the south.
The singer left a broken rhyme.
In the dim temples in the north
Autumn, autumn left nothing.
Leaving only a warmth.
Leaving only a warmth.
Everything was left behind.
4. A poem describing late autumn, "Late Autumn Walks Alone in Qujiang", Li Shangyin hates the spring of lotus leaves and the autumn withered of lotus leaves.
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou. It's crisp in autumn, and it's a trip to the dragon and phoenix wetland in late autumn, to catch up with the sunny clouds.
Looking at the clouds, running water washes away the glitz. Cold reeds are not afraid of old age, and their heads point to the end of the world.
Xiao Shuye, bloom. I actually won a good autumn.
And Xu Shixin fantasized about making it his home. The scenery here is very unique.
I like kissing sand beads, herons and geese are innocent. Embrace the clear waves more piteously, the mud frog with a faint water chestnut.
Long time in seclusion, far thinking. Even if there is frost.
I believe that in the spring of Wan Li, new dreams will sprout. Poems about thinking about age in late autumn: Tang Author: Meng Jiao Text: The west wind blows weeping willows, and the lines are as crisp as lotus roots.
There is a noisy cicada in the world, which urges people to become heads. I'm afraid it's difficult to travel, too. I'm ugly
If you want to comfort your heart for a while, there is nothing better than a thousand-day wine. You are superior to Zhu Hong, and you are very complacent.
Don't peck Taicang millet, and don't drink Tang Fang water. The feather finally vibrates, and Luo Ren spits.
= = = "Late Autumn" Author: Yuan Dynasty: Tang School: The Seven Wonders Watch Wall sinks further to the west, and the verandah is deep. The trees are full of sounds, and Xiaoyu sleeps at night.
= = = = Late Autumn Author: Wan Li, a land traveler in the Southern Song Dynasty, was helpless and stayed here for eight years. It is better to be tired of the trip to Changqing than to be ashamed of being in power.
Listening to the sound of rain and rainy night, the flying eagle is dying in Du Qiu. Not to mention wealth.
This record is also very long. Late autumn Author: Lu You Southern Song Dynasty time series middle-aged speed, wind and frost long journey.
Lonely sorrow on the moon is white, and Chushan dreams are light. The autumn lights are dim and the night bells are sparse.
I have small fortune and dare not hate it.
5. A poem describing late autumn, "Late Autumn Walking Alone in Qujiang"
Li shangyin
Lotus leaves hate being born in spring,
When the lotus leaves are dry, they are annoying in autumn.
Knowing that you are in love,
Disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.
Late autumn sky, Longfeng wetland,
To chase the clear clouds. Watching the clouds leave,
Water can wash away glitz. Cold reeds are not afraid of old age,
The treetops refer to the horizon. Xiao Shuye,
Flowers in bloom. I actually won a good autumn.
And Xu Shixin fantasized about making it his home.
The scenery here is very unique. Nice to meet Shazhu,
Herons and geese are innocent. How pity, embrace qingbo,
Water chestnut vaguely mud frog. In seclusion,
Ren Sixia. Even if there is frost.
I believe that in the spring of Wan Li, new dreams will sprout.
Reflections on Late Autumn Poetry
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Meng Jiao
Text:
The west wind blows the weeping poplar, and all the strips are as crisp as lotus roots. There is a noisy cicada in the world, which urges people to become heads.
I'm afraid it's difficult to travel, too. I'm ugly If you want to comfort your heart for a while, there is nothing better than a thousand-day wine.
You are superior to Zhu Hong, and you are very complacent. Don't peck Taicang millet, and don't drink Tang Fang water.
The feather finally vibrates, and Luo Ren spits.
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"Late Autumn" Author: Yuan Dynasty: Tang School: Four Musts
Looking at the sinking wall in the west, the door of the corridor is deep.
The trees are full of sounds, and Xiaoyu sleeps at night.
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late autumn
Author: Lu You in Southern Song Dynasty
Wan Li had no choice but to stay here for eight years.
It is better to be tired of the trip to Changqing than to be ashamed of being in power.
Listening to the sound of rain and rainy night, the flying eagle is dying in Du Qiu.
Not to mention wealth.
This record is also very long.
late autumn
Author: Lu You in Southern Song Dynasty
Time series is middle-aged, with long wind and frost.
Lonely sorrow on the moon is white, and Chushan dreams are light.
The autumn lights are dim and the night bells are sparse.
I have small fortune and dare not hate it.
6. The age of late autumn poems and late autumn thoughts: Tang Author: Meng Jiao Text: The west wind blows weeping willows, and the lines are as crisp as lotus roots.
There is a noisy cicada in the world, which urges people to become heads. I'm afraid it's difficult to travel, too. I'm ugly
If you want to comfort your heart for a while, there is nothing better than a thousand-day wine. You are superior to Zhu Hong, and you are very complacent.
Don't peck Taicang millet, and don't drink Tang Fang water. The feather finally vibrates, and Luo Ren spits.
= = = "Late Autumn" Author: Yuan Dynasty: Tang School: The Seven Wonders Watch Wall sinks further to the west, and the verandah is deep. The trees are full of sounds, and Xiaoyu sleeps at night.
= = = = Late Autumn Author: Wan Li, a land traveler in the Southern Song Dynasty, was helpless and stayed here for eight years. It is better to be tired of the trip to Changqing than to be ashamed of being in power.
Listening to the sound of rain and rainy night, the flying eagle is dying in Du Qiu. Not to mention wealth.
This record is also very long. Late autumn Author: Lu You Southern Song Dynasty time series middle-aged speed, wind and frost long journey.
Lonely sorrow on the moon is white, and Chushan dreams are light. The autumn lights are dim and the night bells are sparse.
I have small fortune and dare not hate it.
7. Sentences describing late autumn 1. A few red leaves remain on the branches, showing people the unique charm of autumn. Simple and beautiful, deep and warm. In the past, whenever the autumn wind started, there was always a sense of loss and melancholy in my heart. That is, lamenting the silence of years and the impermanence of fate; More sad for the departure of the world. Therefore, although autumn is known as the season of ripe harvest and rich fragrance, I am still afraid of the coming of autumn. Because I can't bear to watch the green turn yellow, the geese return to the south, the frost flowers bloom, the leaves fall all over the ground, and the autumn farewell. ...
2. The cold voice, so cold around, staring at this place, the color of the porch window has become cold. Cicada croaked, and that touch of autumn color inadvertently sank into the autumn water, cold and cold. Weak clothes have been unable to stop the chill of the upper body. Holding the tea cup, I long for that little warmth. "Autumn is not far away, and it is cold to go out." There are alienated branches everywhere, and the cold wind shuttles between autumn water and maple red, stirring up a different kind of cold. Occasionally, leaves fall with the wind and dance sadly in the late autumn wind. I miss it, thinking about blue and prosperity.
The leaves turn yellow from the top of the tree to the waist. The difference between yellow leaves and green leaves is obvious, that is, there is no sound in the morning fog. Drops of mist dripped bit by bit from the sky-blue color steel roof, wetting the cement floor and persimmon trees covered with golden persimmons. Winter wheat has grown more than two inches high in the ground, and a drop of water is hung on the tip of the wheat, which is crystal clear. Some of them whisper to each other, and some seem to hold their shoulders and say that the weather is really cold, so everyone should wear more clothes.
4. Listen to the scattered sound knocking on the door of the season. Gently lift the rain curtain and look at the endless density. Time goes quietly, lest it disturb the autumn water in the bay, and it goes quietly. Always gently, perhaps for fear of disturbing the last color of this season. The sound of rain pours out the chill of autumn in the deep dusk, which makes my heart a little cold.
5. Standing alone in front of the cold window in autumn night, watching the time go by inch by inch. The leisurely pace has crossed many misses, and those that are remembered and forgotten are scattered in the moment of looking back. Only moonlight, remember.
6. In the early morning of late autumn, the cold air blew gently and the fog gradually filled the whole city. On the way to work, the speed of traffic is very slow, the lights of cars keep flashing, or at intersections or corners, people are carefully paying attention to the awareness of traffic safety. I feel like I'm in a white cloud with a string of water droplets hanging from my bangs. At this moment, I found that if my heart is not lost in the panic, I can find the exit I want to go to no matter how heavy the fog is.