Poems and ancient poems describing maple leaves in autumn

1, "Mountain Walking" [Tang] Du Mu is far from Hanshan Mountain, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Going up the mountain along the winding path, there are people deep in the white clouds. I stopped the car because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. Maple leaves dyed with autumn frost are more colorful than spring flowers in February.

2, "Niuzhu Sleeping at Night Thinking of the Ancient" [Tang] Li Bai was in Hexi this night, and there was no cloud in the blue sky. I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine. Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.

On autumn night, the boat was moored at Niuzhu Mountain in Xijiang River, and there was not a cloud in the blue sky. I boarded the boat and looked up at the bright moon, thinking of General Xie Shang in the Eastern Jin Dynasty in vain. I can recite the history of Justin, but it's a pity that I don't have the general who knows sages to listen. Tomorrow morning I will hang my sail and leave Niuzhu, where only maple leaves are flying all over the sky.

3, "Jiangling Hope to Send" [Tang] There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is shaded by sails. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.

In a sad late autumn, maple leaves are floating on the river. At this time, a west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain rustled. I'm sorry to hear that, little girl. At first glance, the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, and I haven't seen my lover return by boat. I am eager to see my lover come back, little girl. Miss your lover as the water of Xijiang River, and miss him as the length of running water.

4, "Sunny Sand Autumn" [Yuan] The sunset in Baipu Village, the old tree in West Western jackdaw, the shadow flies a little. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

The sun has gradually set in the west, and the sunset glow on the horizon has gradually begun to dissipate, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting how lonely the quiet village in the distance is, dragging its long shadow. The fog was faintly floating, several black crows perched on the rickety old tree, and a wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky. Beautiful scenery, frost-white grass, flaming maple leaves and golden flowers are swaying in the wind together, and the colors are almost enchanting.

5, "Philip Burkart people, red leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn" [Song] Yan Hongye and yellow flowers in late autumn, thousands of miles miss guests. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books? Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.

The leaves of the forest have turned red, and Huang Ju is blooming everywhere. It's late autumn, so I can't help thinking of vagrants thousands of miles away. The clouds on the horizon kept drifting away, and Guiyan didn't send him any news. I don't know where the wanderer is, where can I deliver books? The more disappointed I am, the more I miss it. I was so sad that I cried at the window. I can't stop crying. I will use it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, until after parting, feelings deepened and tears were even more unbearable. They dripped on the letterhead and even faded the color of the red letterhead.