2. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night. -Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam"
Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
4, Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaf. -Anonymous "Jiangnan"
5, Wu Ye sends a cold sound, and the autumn wind moves on the river. -Ye Shaoweng's Night Book
6, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset. -Na Lanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone"
7, green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
8. The lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different reds. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
9, stop to sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
10, the leaves of the plane rained in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. -Zhou Zizhi's "Partridge Day, When a little residual red is about to run out"
1 1, the rain turned into a dream overnight, and Qiu Lai was sent on the lotus leaf. -Chen Wenshu's Summer Miscellaneous Poems
12. Lotus leaves hate being born in spring, and they hate being born in autumn when they are dry. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn
13, Chuyang on the leaves is dry and rainy, and the water surface is clear and round. -Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu is Liao Aquilaria"
14, high-rise buildings yearn for dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves of plane trees. -Yan Shu, "Walking on the beach, there is no wave in the blue sea"
15, deciduous leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is in a state of shock. -Li Bai's "357 words/autumn wind words"
16, the water is light and the wind is light, the apple is old, the moon is cold and the leaves are yellow. -Liu Yong's Jade Butterfly, looking at the rain and gathering clouds.
2. Poetry praises the leaves: peaches fly away, and their Ye Zhenzhen.
-The Book of Songs meets the sky, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus flower reflects the sun in a different color. I don't know who cut the thin leaves in the Fan Chengda, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
-He Li, willow leaves are green and black, and lotus flowers are rosy. -Wang Anshi's lotus leaf skirt has been cut with color, and Furong bloom faces both sides of the face.
-The lotus in Wang Changling is still sad at dusk: its lower face is hidden in a blue umbrella. —— Yang Wanli Rice flower water chestnut leaves are full of waves, and autumn colors are like sunset.
-Zhao Zhixin left in early autumn and fell like a guest. Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed.
Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring. On Xiao Shutong's leaves, the moon is full of dew.
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is in shock. This is in China and ancient times, and here are the authors: Year: Yuan Author: Xu Zaisi Works: Water Fairy Night Rain Content: Autumn leaves, plantains, worries, a dream after midnight.
Snuff chess game is not finished, sighing Xinfeng left alone. After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.
Time: Southern Song Author: Yang Wanli Works: First Xiaojing Ci sent to Lin Zifang Content: After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Year: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Works: High Balcony Content: Palace powder carving marks, fairy clouds falling shadows, deserted wild water bay. West stone buried incense, Jinsha clavicle connected.
Nanta doesn't hate playing the flute, and hates the breeze and mountains. It's dusk in the courtyard and dry and cold on the moon.
Shouyang is empty and sad. Who can adjust chalcedony to cover up the fragrant scar? The drizzle turns red, and the lonely mountain is infinitely cold in spring. It is difficult for the soul to find a way out, but it is difficult to find a way out in the dream.
The saddest person, the enigmatic songbird, has clear and round leaves. Time: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Works: Miscellaneous Poems on Living on the Lake Content: The garden wall is full of melodies, and people can see Yi Deng in a quiet Shan Ye.
Lotus leaves are like clouds, and boats roll into Xiling. Poems about leaves: I smelled something in the pond, but I also suffered from dreams.
Cai, a grain climber, praised Dou Min for winning Cao. Zhuang butterfly is mysterious, and Luo birds and seaweed think it is high.
Mao Ge posed a pen array, and the tiger made a Wen Tao. Colorful ribbons burned to the neck, and the power was amazing.
God pivot should be thousands of miles away, Zhou Hua said a word of praise. Li Guang left an arrow, and Wang Xiang had to wear a sword.
Yes, followed by Korean. Distinguishing smart and detached, the first two words are not enough.
A diamond cone pierces jade, but a ripe iron sword blows hair. Although I have been with you, I think you are boring.
The newly paid new music record is still for Li Sao. The pavilion is partial to the phoenix, and the square pot is over the aojiang.
Riding ginkgo leaves can give flowers and grapes. The ice well divides precious fruits, and the golden bottle stores royal mash.
Words are unique, but cheap jade can't pass. Wheat paper invades the red spot, and the blue lamp has a high flame.
It is not easy to replace Popo, but it is difficult to accept the imperial edict. Magpies living around the moon are more afraid than night mastiffs.
The official handed over the lock deed, and God shook the clock tapestry. Voser is hard to report, and the danger is too great.
I am sincere and I am afraid of embarrassment. Pets are clumsy, but poor are still robes.
More guests refuse, and it will be a hero to extend the recommendation. Divide cups and plates, and wander with the temple.
There is only one apricot in the garden and ten thousand peaches in the fairy cave. The waves in the sea decreased, and Kunming was robbed by fire.
Instead of driving with the crane, I lost my reputation. Tears flow across the river and grievances are like waves.
Seeing that En is still wet, it is a dream to live in the palace. Create another treasure and hold a huge pole.
Still pity the disadvantages and re-appoint the old ones. Looking north is bitter, looking back west is repeated scratching.
It is difficult to get to Japan in nine days, and Zhejiang can only accommodate it. Sunset bamboo cold window shadow, decline Yanggu County Hao.
Fish and shrimp gather in the orange market, and storks set up pavilions. Don't fight with a broken blade, a good bow is wasted.
Bow down and destroy the tiger before it's too late, and then cast the wormwood. Fishing boats should be isolated, and shipbuilding should be heavy.
Measure materials for different purposes, but never learn to speak. Poems with leaves: delicate orchid leaves in spring and bright osmanthus fragrans in autumn.
Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season. Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy.
Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? ? _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling > The Book of Songs is full of leaves, collected in Heng, and a gentleman has wine to taste. There is a rabbit head, a gun to burn, and a gentleman has wine, which can be offered as appropriate.
There is a rabbit head, which is burnt, and a gentleman has wine. There is a rabbit head, a coke gun, and a gentleman has wine, and his words will be rewarded.
The Book of Songs has bitter leaves and bitter leaves, and is well versed in economy. Put down the skirt slowly, and lift it quickly.
The economic benefits are rich, and pheasants sing. The pheasant's water is not diving, and the pheasant hears it.
The geese are singing, and the sunrise has begun. If a man wants to marry a wife, he will get married before freezing.
Recruit boats, people get involved in Ang. You must be my friend whether anyone participates in Ang or not.
In early autumn, a leaf was blown in the guest house, and everything was already in autumn. Crying alone in a foreign land, worrying about guests every year.
Don't leave where? When will it stop? It is better to flow and be free. The fallen leaves Kong Shaoan was surprised to see the fallen leaves in early autumn, falling like guests.
If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest. And du ti red leaves Bai Juyi Hanshan October Dan, frost leaves are new for a while.
It seems that the fire can't burn out, and flowers don't wait for spring. Even rows of crimson accounts, throwing red scarves around.
There are only two people before the wind. When a leaf falls, it is easy to get bored, but the depression of summer has not subsided, and the cool diving has begun.
Cold and warm and ups and downs are the same. Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed.
Don't say anything, shake it down, shake it down from here. In "Drunk", Hongye Bai Juyi is in the breeze, and Qiu Shu is a long-time drinker.
Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring. Sophora japonica leaves are cold soaked from Du Fu's tall and green Sophora japonica leaves, which are collected and sent to China kitchen.
The new noodles are close to the market, and the juice is mixed with me. If it is overcooked, there will be no trouble with adding vegetables.
Everything is fresh, and fragrant rice is a bud. Teeth are colder than snow, so people are advised to throw this pearl away.
I want to take the money to Tu Su. The road is far-sighted and afraid of mud, and the prosperity will not change.
Qin's offerings are small, and the recommendation of algae is only a small area. Wan Li Lu Han Temple, ice jade pot.
It's time for the king to enjoy a cool night. On the moonlit night, I saw the cold dew on the leaves of buttonwood, and the dew on the leaves of Xiao Shutong.
The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold. The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads.
The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight. Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean.
Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together. One leaf fell in Licun, and all the other leaves fell.
At this time, the scenery is bleak. The painted building has a cold moon shadow and the west wind blows the curtain.
Open the curtains and think about the past. Li Qunyu's lotus root is jade in the mud, and its heart bears nectar.
It was planted in Tang Jun and buried in Ren Chunpu. In February, the leaves of banyan trees in Liuzhou fell all over the ground. Liu Zongyuan feels melancholy, and spring is half like autumn.
The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers. Luo Yin, the city of red leaves, couldn't resist the desert, so it was late at night.
The wild is sunny and frosty, and the mountains are cold and rainy. Wandering Fuling Road, Beauty Changxin Palace.
By the end of the year, the meaning of shaking down will be endless. Before the leaves fall in autumn, you can see your neighbors outside the window.
Who is surprised in the world, Lin alone sweeps the frequency. Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning.
It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of singing birds gave the trees a breath of spring. The green direction of Wang Jian's fallen leaves is uneven, and the first piece of red has overlapped.
The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree. Wu Rong of Hongye.
3. A poem praising green leaves Ovid: Yuan Ye without grass, farmland without green leaves, or a head without hair will always be ugly.
If there is no result in the end, then open a flower; If there are no flowers, make a green leaf. Talents are graded, the moon does not lose praise because of the existence of the sun, and the stars do not lose value because of the existence of the moon.
Praise the green leaves (prose poems)
In spring and summer, the scenery is very charming. Walking in the countryside with pink willows and green leaves is intoxicating, standing in the mountains overlooking, terraced fields, green leaves and surrounding mountains, which is very conspicuous and fascinating.
When the golden harvest season comes, who can forget those who worked hard in the four seasons? They worked silently to get today's results. When the leaves fall to their roots in autumn, who is not lamenting their persistence like green leaves? They are not proud of it, but are deeply gratified by what they have done.
I praise the green leaves, and I also praise the workers who are as unknown as the green leaves.
4. Poems praising the leaves are intertwined, and the leaves are fluttering. -Li Bai's "Ancient Meaning"
Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Sweet Lady"
My heart is like the thick frost of thousands of mountains, and the autumn leaves are dyed red. -Qi Jiguang's "Wang Quetai"
The Yangtze River is green in spring and lotus leaves are as big as money. -Zhang Ji's "Spring Biequ"
The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season. -Du Mu's Painful Poems
The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. -Jing Li's "Passing Huanxisha and Selling Fragrant Leaves"
The wind is tight and the geese are high, but the trees are endless. -Nalan Xingde's "The river despises God, and the wind tights the geese striding high"
The fragrance has been broken, and the wine has been left. The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. -Li Qingzhao's "Remembering Qin E Yong Tong"
5. Describe and praise Ye's article or poem "Peach Blossom Garden" and its.
-The Book of Songs meets the sky, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus flower reflects the sun in a different color. I don't know who cut the thin leaves in the Fan Chengda, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
-He Li, willow leaves are green and black, and lotus flowers are rosy. -Wang Anshi's lotus leaf skirt has been cut with color, and Furong bloom faces both sides of the face.
-The lotus in Wang Changling is still sad at dusk: its lower face is hidden in a blue umbrella. —— Yang Wanli Rice flower water chestnut leaves are full of waves, and autumn colors are like sunset.
-Zhao Zhixin left in early autumn and fell like a guest. Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed.
Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring. On Xiao Shutong's leaves, the moon is full of dew.
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is in shock. This is in China and ancient times, and here are the authors: Year: Yuan Author: Xu Zaisi Works: Water Fairy Night Rain Content: Autumn leaves, plantains, worries, a dream after midnight.
Snuff chess game is not finished, sighing Xinfeng left alone. After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.
Time: Southern Song Author: Yang Wanli Works: First Xiaojing Ci sent to Lin Zifang Content: After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Year: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Works: High Balcony Content: Palace powder carving marks, fairy clouds falling shadows, deserted wild water bay. West stone buried incense, Jinsha clavicle connected.
Nanta doesn't hate playing the flute, and hates the breeze and mountains. It's dusk in the courtyard and dry and cold on the moon.
Shouyang is empty and sad. Who can adjust chalcedony to cover up the fragrant scar? The drizzle turns red, and the lonely mountain is infinitely cold in spring. It is difficult for the soul to find a way out, but it is difficult to find a way out in the dream.
The saddest person, the enigmatic songbird, has clear and round leaves. Time: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Works: Miscellaneous Poems on Living on the Lake Content: The garden wall is full of melodies, and people can see Yi Deng in a quiet Shan Ye.
Lotus leaves are like clouds, and boats roll into Xiling. Poems about leaves: I smelled something in the pond, but I also suffered from dreams.
Climb Gu Cai and praise Dou Min for winning Cao. Zhuang butterfly is mysterious, and Luo birds and seaweed think it is high.
Mao Ge posed a pen array, and the tiger made a Wen Tao. Colorful ribbons burned to the neck, and the power was amazing.
God pivot should be thousands of miles away, Zhou Hua said a word of praise. Li Guang left an arrow, and Wang Xiang had to wear a sword.
Yes, followed by Korean. Distinguishing smart and detached, the first two words are not enough.
A diamond cone pierces jade, but a ripe iron sword blows hair. Although I have been with you, I think you are boring.
The newly paid new music record is still for Li Sao. The pavilion is partial to the phoenix, and the square pot is over the aojiang.
Riding ginkgo leaves can give flowers and grapes. The ice well divides precious fruits, and the golden bottle stores royal mash.
Words are unique, but cheap jade can't pass. Wheat paper invades the red spot, and the blue lamp has a high flame.
It is not easy to replace Popo, but it is difficult to accept the imperial edict. Magpies living around the moon are more afraid than night mastiffs.
The official handed over the lock deed, and God shook the clock tapestry. Voser is hard to report, and the danger is too great.
I am sincere and I am afraid of embarrassment. Pets are clumsy, but poor are still robes.
More guests refuse, and it will be a hero to extend the recommendation. Divide cups and plates, and wander with the temple.
There is only one apricot in the garden and ten thousand peaches in the fairy cave. The waves in the sea decreased, and Kunming was robbed by fire.
Instead of driving with the crane, I lost my reputation. Tears flow across the river and grievances are like waves.
Seeing that En is still wet, it is a dream to live in the palace. Create another treasure and hold a huge pole.
Still pity the disadvantages and re-appoint the old ones. Looking north is bitter, looking back west is repeated scratching.
It is difficult to get to Japan in nine days, and Zhejiang can only accommodate it. Sunset bamboo cold window shadow, decline Yanggu County Hao.
Fish and shrimp gather in the orange market, and storks set up pavilions. Don't fight with a broken blade, a good bow is wasted.
Bow down and destroy the tiger before it's too late, and then cast the wormwood. Fishing boats should be isolated, and shipbuilding should be heavy.
Measure materials for different purposes, but never learn to speak. Poems with leaves: delicate orchid leaves in spring and bright osmanthus fragrans in autumn.
Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season. Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy.
Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? ? _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling > The Book of Songs is full of leaves, collected in Heng, and a gentleman has wine to taste. There is a rabbit head, a gun to burn, and a gentleman has wine, which can be offered as appropriate.
There is a rabbit head, which is burnt, and a gentleman has wine. There is a rabbit head, a coke gun, and a gentleman has wine, and his words will be rewarded.
The Book of Songs has bitter leaves and bitter leaves, and is well versed in economy. Put down the skirt slowly, and lift it quickly.
The economic benefits are rich, and pheasants sing. The pheasant's water is not diving, and the pheasant hears it.
The geese are singing, and the sunrise has begun. If a man wants to marry a wife, he will get married before freezing.
Recruit boats, people get involved in Ang. You must be my friend whether anyone participates in Ang or not.
In early autumn, a leaf was blown in the guest house, and everything was already in autumn. Crying alone in a foreign land, worrying about guests every year.
Don't leave where? When will it stop? It is better to flow and be free. The fallen leaves Kong Shaoan was surprised to see the fallen leaves in early autumn, falling like guests.
If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest. And du ti red leaves Bai Juyi Hanshan October Dan, frost leaves are new for a while.
It seems that the fire can't burn out, and flowers don't wait for spring. Even rows of crimson accounts, throwing red scarves around.
There are only two people before the wind. When a leaf falls, it is easy to get bored, but the depression of summer has not subsided, and the cool diving has begun.
Cold and warm and ups and downs are the same. Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed.
Don't say anything, shake it down, shake it down from here. In "Drunk", Hongye Bai Juyi is in the breeze, and Qiu Shu is a long-time drinker.
Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring. Sophora japonica leaves are cold soaked from Du Fu's tall and green Sophora japonica leaves, which are collected and sent to China kitchen.
The new noodles are close to the market, and the juice is mixed with me. If it is overcooked, there will be no trouble with adding vegetables.
Everything is fresh, and fragrant rice is a bud. Teeth are colder than snow, so people are advised to throw this pearl away.
I want to take the money to Tu Su. The road is far-sighted and afraid of mud, and the prosperity will not change.
Qin's offerings are small, and the recommendation of algae is only a small area. Wan Li Lu Han Temple, ice jade pot.
It's time for the king to enjoy a cool night. On the moonlit night, I saw the cold dew on the leaves of buttonwood, and the dew on the leaves of Xiao Shutong.
The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold. The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads.
The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight. Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean.
Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together. One leaf fell in Licun, and all the other leaves fell.
At this time, the scenery is bleak. The painted building has a cold moon shadow and the west wind blows the curtain.
Open the curtains and think about the past. Li Qunyu's lotus root is jade in the mud, and its heart bears nectar.
It was planted in Tang Jun and buried in Ren Chunpu. In February, the leaves of banyan trees in Liuzhou fell all over the ground. Liu Zongyuan feels melancholy, and spring is half like autumn.
The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers. Luo Yin, the city of red leaves, couldn't resist the desert, so it was late at night.
The wild is sunny and frosty, and the mountains are cold and rainy. Wandering Fuling Road, Beauty Changxin Palace.
By the end of the year, the meaning of shaking down will be endless. Before the leaves fall in autumn, you can see your neighbors outside the window.
Who is surprised in the world, Lin alone sweeps the frequency. Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning.
It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of singing birds gave the trees a breath of spring. The green direction of Wang Jian's fallen leaves is uneven, and the first piece of red has overlapped.
The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree. Red.