The autumn poems are beautiful as follows:
1. Ode to the Autumn Wind-Han Liu Che
The autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, and the plants fall yellow and the geese return to the south. You have a beautiful orchid, a beautiful chrysanthemum, and a beautiful woman. You can't forget it. Pan-building ships help Fenhe River, and cross-flow waves. The flute and drum are singing and singing, and there are many joys and sorrows. When will you be young?
appreciation: autumn wind blows, Bai Yunfei. The grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south. Beautiful orchids, fragrant chrysanthemums, unforgettable thoughts of beauty.
Driving on the Fenhe River in a floor boat, paddling the oars to raise white waves. Blow the flute and beat the drum, and the joy is too much. Young days have passed early, and there is nothing to do with aging.
2, "Qiu Si"-Tang Li Bai
The spring sun is like yesterday, and the trees are singing orioles. When the grass grows dusk, the cool breeze blows. Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chicken is sad. Sit in sorrow and rest, and the white dew withers and blooms.
Appreciation: Today's spring is as bright as yesterday, with orioles chirping among the green trees and grass. But all of a sudden, the grass withered and withered, and the autumn wind blew with coolness, which made people feel sad.
It's autumn, and the leaves of trees are falling one after another. It's a sad scene. The woman who weaves in the cold and bleak moonlight is sad alone. She felt infinite sorrow for the passing of Qunfang. The flourishing branches and leaves have now withered, and the autumn dew is thick, which makes people feel infinitely lonely.
3. an autumn evening in the mountains —— Don Wang Wei
after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is loud and clear, the laundry girl comes back, the lotus leaf jiggle want to go up and down the canoe. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.
Appreciation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and the night comes, the air is cool, and it is autumn again. The sky is already dark, but there is a bright moon in the sky; The flowers have faded, but there are pines like a cover. The mountain spring is clear, flowing over the rocks, like a pure white practice, shining in the moonlight.
the bamboo grove is noisy and knows that the laundry girl is back, and the lotus leaves are swaying like a canoe. The wheatgrass in spring may as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.