Poetry about autumn autumn frost _ autumn leaves 1. Poetry about autumn wind, autumn moon, autumn leaves, autumn flowers, autumn frost and autumn dew.
Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
Last night's stars and last night's wind painted the floor with autumn frost:
Frost and snow are suspected in waterways, and feathers are found in forests. Du Fu
Autumn moon:
Yu Xing got off the moon wheel and met Lu Huaxin Pi Rixiu in front of the temple.
Autumn dew:
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Du Fu
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and a wild goose sang in autumn.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? .
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? .
Autumn leaves:
Du Mu's Mountain Walk
Far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
2. A poem describing "autumn frost", "autumn moon", "autumn leaves" and "autumn dew"
Autumn frost;
Night berth near Fengqiao
Ji Zhang
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.
Autumn moon and autumn leaves:
Li Bai used three, five and seven words.
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west.
Who knows when? Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
Autumn dew:
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
3. Autumn Frost Poetry
Tu Mu, a mountain walker, is far away in Hanshan. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Song Fan Zhongyan, the pride of the fisherman, left Qiu Lai with strange scenery, and Hengyang geese went casually. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
"White Dove" is cloudy with high clouds and light sky. What a late autumn weather! There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air. Look at them, in twos and threes, circling back and forth, as if they meant something, suddenly turning over and reflecting the sunshine, white lining the sky, beautiful!
"Shanghai-Hangzhou car" Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, several clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a piece of pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, as clear as a dream, vague, obscure and inspiring! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age!