Poems about Zhu Qiu

The poems describing bamboo in autumn are as follows, please adopt them:

Zhu Qiu

Author: Chao

Autumn wind is so annoying, bamboo is a cold thing.

Exquisite is cold, not cold.

Turn to the next page, I don't feel thin.

Isn't there a side of Chen Gen that is silent?

When thunder comes in, see if it shoots out.

Autumn bamboo song

Author: Xie Tiao

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The roots are not uneven.

Rise from the wind.

Britain and Japan are quite far away.

I want to blow under the jujube tree.

Don't have Jiangnan branch.

But it will snow.

True Yin Xin ruler

Swimming pool window

Author: Bai Juyi

Lotus fragrance in the pool and bamboo depth in the window.

No partner, only a piano.

Autumn bamboo is like jade, and Bai Yue in Qingchi misses your home. -Gao Huai Yuan Ya Author: Qiu Tan boardman

Autumn bamboo smoke cage color, cold flowers dew fragrance. -Former friend Zhuang Author: Fan Fu

The night bridge is foggy, and the autumn bamboo is still frosty. -Travel time Shangrao Creek Author: Zhang Hu

A poem praising Zhu Qiu, the ancient poem "Chanting Bamboo"

Year: Song Author: Zhonghe

Self-attached to the superior, elegant and unpretentious.

It is inconvenient to drive in the city.

Stand proudly in frost and snow, try to hide wind and smoke.

I am willing to open my old eyes and deal with each other at the end of the year.

a surname

Year: Song Author: Zhang

The court is full of bamboo and autumn wind, and the ground is swept without trace.

Jingqing has a small window and exquisite sound.

Xie floating clouds don't interfere with bah, but she still suspects that Cai lesbian came out of the water.

When the song is light, I don't know where the crane is, and Cuixia flies and the fish platform is empty.

Bamboo for miscellaneous use in dongzhai village

Year: Song Author:

Bamboo on the wall, autumn wind dancing all day.

Love is handsome all your life, don't look up to it.

Two winter bamboos

Five Miscellaneous Poems of Hanzhu in Nanchi

Year: Tang Author: Jiao Ran

Solitary bamboo curled up, snow in the independent mountain.

Green shakes the wind, and Chan Juan takes Leng Yue.

Crazy flowers are not similar, and they are also * * * Lingdongfa.

Repairing bamboo and cuiluohan by operator

Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji

It's too late to repair the bamboo cold.

There is no one in the secluded place, and there are countless complaints.

Only * * * plum blossom language. Laziness and gauze.

You don't want to find incense when you are looking for spring, and there is nowhere to find incense.

Two poems cross from one word into one chapter: singing bamboo.

Year: Song Author: Wen Tong

Bamboo, bamboo.

Sen cold, clean green.

Xiangjiang river, weishuiqu.

Curtain green brocade, spear jade.

A guilty conscience is different from many grasses, and it is stronger than every wood.

Turn the dragon stick into the fairy valley and call the phoenix to sing the holy valley.

The moon is quiet and elegant, and Shen Feng is clear and elegant.

Drinking in the forest shakes the bottle, and playing chess on the stone is light.

Dr. Qu drove away the pepper orchids, but Mr. Tao came back to look for pine chrysanthemums.

If the operation of the random bomb is invincible for the monarch, then he wants to make a handsome appearance, but he has no virtue for the servant.

Qiuzhu's poems, ancient poems and bamboo shadows moved over the bottle, feeling cool. But it's not cut.

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Half of the green bamboo is still wrapped in bamboo shoots, and you can definitely see that it has grown to the height of the clouds.

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

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Bamboo looks beautiful and clean after being washed by rain. When it meets a cloud, the new branch just sticks out of the wall. The shadow of bamboo is projected on the book: Du Fu

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The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle.

The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the breeze blew, and you could smell the faint fragrance. As long as it is not destroyed, the wind will make people feel dim.

Autumn poems about ancient bamboo poems play autumn rhyme in the middle of the night, and Chiba is full of hate. -Ouyang Xiu's "Yulouchun, I don't know if you are far away"

Xun Lin and Feng Yi are really alike, and Zhu Qiu is miserable. -Gu Yun's Song of Han Gan Ma Obstacle in Su Junting

Autumn wind is so annoying, bamboo is a cold thing. -Chao Bu Zhi's Autumn Bamboo

The wind is blowing and the reflected sun is quite far away. If you want to blow the jujube, don't have Jiangnan branches. -Xie Tiao's "Zhu Qiu"

In autumn, persimmon leaves turn red and frost, and the blue sky leans against the red chamber like water. Love bamboo across the window, someone asked, sent it to the adjacent room to find a hook-Li Yi's "Looking for publicity in the Red Chamber" did not meet the question.

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When was the autumn bamboo poem written: Song author; North of the window, the roots are not uneven.

The wind is blowing and the reflected sun is quite far away.

If you want to blow the jujube, don't have Jiangnan branches.

Only the snow can be lost, and Yin Shin Quchi can be saved.

Zhu Qiu

In the 1980s, people were silent and submissive. Bamboo was a cold thing.

Exquisite in cold, not thin, not cold.

No Chen Gen?

Turn to the next page and I see the song.

Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Xie Tiao

? : Chao Bu Zhi

How annoying the autumn wind is

Poems and ancient poems describing bamboo in autumn are fragrant and fragrant. However, there was no felling, so I met with Fuyun Changyan and sang bamboo with him.

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Du Fu

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The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle.

Roll the warp in Xi

Qin Guan, the author of the ancient bamboo poem "Man Fang Ting, Clear Water Starts Autumn"

Clear water startles autumn, Huang Yun is in the sunset, and the fallen leaves are all empty. The bridal chamber is quiet and the moonlight shines around. Chongyang is near, and it is urged everywhere. Under the west window, the wind shakes the bamboo, and it is suspected that it is an old friend.

Sadness. Increase disappointment, new love is easy to lose, and the past is hard to guess. Ask Huang Ju who opened it. When you are worried, you must give up drinking. Before you wake up, your troubles have come back first. After a long time, Jinbo gradually turned and the Millennium was covered with moss.

Ouyang Xiu, author of Yulouchun, I don't know your distance after parting.

I don't know the distance after you broke up. Sad and boring. Drifting away, no books, no place to ask. Late at night, the wind blows bamboo and plays autumn rhyme. A thousand leaves, a thousand voices, all hate. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.

Du Fu, the author of "Five Poems in Nine Days".

Chongyang drank a glass of wine alone, and when he was ill, he went to the river to go on stage. Bamboo leaves are nothing to people, and chrysanthemums don't have to bloom anymore. Mysterious apes crow at dusk, and the white goose in the old country comes before the frost. Where is the depression of younger brothers and sisters? Let's go to war and thank each other!

Fan Chengda, author of Shajiangcun Road in Huanxi.

Shili Xichou rice is fragrant. The hedge of hibiscus flowers has bamboo filaments. The drooping mountain fruit is green and yellow. Thick fog knows that autumn mornings are wet, and thin clouds cover the sun and noon. There is no need to fly the hood to protect the uniform.

Zhang Ning is the author of "Man Jiang Hong Wu Cuizhu sends Li Yangchun"

A clear business, people leave home several times. Think of bamboo and green trees, where to visit. Three paths of west wind and autumn are old and full of spring rain. Seeing moss and white stone is easy to dusk, and there are countless worries. Qiquan Road, near Yishan. Looking back is empty, and the moment is wrong. Sigh, dance with the phoenix and come home late. Indifference is still like grass, sadness is like Hedong tree. Let's leave him alone, take care of Bing Si and make up again.

Wu Wenying, the author of The Tail Offender Chen Jia's Mid-Autumn Festival.

Choose Wei Yun in the sea, the golden well is cold and dusk, and the rhyme is urgent. Where the building is high, you should clear it first. At the beginning of the river cooling ice washing, Su E remains the same, and Ling Hua will wipe it again. The shadow stayed behind until late at night, and the curtain households took photos.

There is a small moss path in the bamboo house, and smoke from kitchen chimneys rises to the sunset for several miles. Lu Liao Xiang Jing, remember when I met him. Twenty-five, autumn sounds, dreams do not recognize, Pingshan Road is narrow. Drunk soul, Yin Gui everywhere without mercy.

Looking for spring, summer, autumn and winter, plum ancient bamboo poems old saying, the mountain reflects the sunset, and the sky meets the water.

The silence of spring-the rain brought by spring tide comes late and comes quickly.

People can't sleep, "On the Pool in Early Summer" Don Bai Juyi

Spring pool accumulates water late, and the land is like bamboo forest Zen. I hope you will pick me up with a basket of wine, the Big Dipper's South Mourning and the Drunk Double Ninth Festival.

Qiang tube everywhere long cream:

Su Muzhe Song Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn, you have found your quiet place.

The autumn wind blows my heart:

Untie three autumn leaves.

This night in my life is not long.

Fence 4: Hong Zhou is rich in medicine, and the cuckoo sounds like a new summer.

Spring thoughts-spring thoughts are not * * * flowers competing for hair.

When the messenger was leaving, I broke the seal again.

Poems describing autumn, Hengyang geese didn't pay attention, only to know that they were Taiping people.

Zhong Qiu yue song sushi

The twilight clouds are cold and life is clear.

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I would like to borrow the old monk's double white cranes to help my little grandson.

Spring scenery-try to see it on a separate platform.

Victory, smoke willow full of imperial city. Locked in the distance, heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine.

Maimai decoction is anti-anxiety. I watched the river bank, rowed the boat with the villagers who came home, and listened to the rain.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home.

Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building Tang Libai

In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?

"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

On Zhang's Autumn Climbing to Country-specific Mountains.

On the North Peak among the white clouds, Han Yin silently turned to the tracts.

I came from three thousand miles away. Sad now has autumn, colorful is always spring.

I want to compare the West Lake to learning Chinese characters and rest on the beach until the ferry comes back and blows away the rain accumulated under the eaves.

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.

Autumn:

Liu Dabai, on the autumn night river

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)

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,—

Abrupt, turn it over and reflect the sunshine, white lining the sky, very beautiful!

( 19 18)

Autumn morning is at stake.

Goodbye, starry night,

I've suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,

You stepped on my back,

Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!

At this last moment, I opened my eyes.

Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.

Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,

Until you cry with joy!

( 1934)

Xu zhimo is on the bus in Shanghai and Hangzhou

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)

Xu zhimo's whisper

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 halo of autumn eyes and turned a whirlpool and a half.

Follow the autumn stream.

Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's feelings,

The plot of love poems also falls into the autumn halo of autumn eyes, dancing everywhere,

Follow the autumn stream.

(1July 2, 9221day)

Autumn Moon by Xu Zhimo

Autumn moon!

Who can afford a silver fingertip?

Romantic scratch and climb!

Don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, you can't help it.

The touch of the jade finger is crying there! That's it:

Boring clouds,

Beautiful autumn moon,

Smoke warms the heart and cold eyes,

Put on your light clothes coldly,

Involved

Get married.

(192216 October)

Xu Zhimo's Autumn Moon

The same moonlight,

Tonight, because we are all looking up-

Look at it, full of charm,

Being a thug from a black man

Rising in the clouds—

It looks extraordinarily bright and round.

It spread on the road,

It floats on the water,

It is immersed in

Water plants knot like sadness.

Underwater;

It's on the ridge of the ancient city,

Thousands of city bricks are in its glory.

Breathe,

It stroked.

Grave ruins scattered inside and outside the city,

In the constant cry of resident birds,

Want to see old and new ghosts,

Stand together like us,

Eyes shining,

Chewing the biting shade:

Silver lingering poetry

Like the star phosphorus on the water,

Flying in the dew.

Listen to the songs of the four fields-

Eternal and humble >>

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