1. Poems about the red leaves in Xiangshan
Poems about the red leaves in Xiangshan 1. Poems describing the red leaves in Xiangshan
The poems describing the red leaves in Xiangshan are
1. "Drunk to the Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn trees stand in the wind, and people drink wine for a long time. The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.
2. "Mountain Journey" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
3. "Autumn Mountain" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
Wujiu, an old dyer in his life, mistakenly made iron soap scarlet red. Xiaofeng drank a lot of wine all night long, but her face was hidden by a lonely pine tree.
4. "Hechunfu Red Leaves" by Qiangzhi of the Song Dynasty
There are no bright colors in the autumn garden, and the west wind blows specially. Sometimes the forest is green with smoke, and sometimes it is red with frost flakes. The rays of light are set against the blue sky, and the lanterns and torches are green with sarongs. I don't know how to follow the pines and cypresses, and dye and cut the chemical industry.
5. Water Dragon Song - Red Leaves in Fragrant Mountain
The broken clouds are falling over thousands of mountains, and the afterglow is dyeing the maple forest drunkenly. The sunny branches are still warm, while the shady branches are cold, with red, yellow and vermilion green. The shadows are traced by the flowing light, the charming figure is standing in the frost, and there is a sense of autumn. Suddenly the cold wind blows wild geese, gently holding the red sleeves, throwing them in the air, and crying. The sweet dreams are crushed by ice wheels, drifting into darkness, and the nights are long and sleepless. The desolate ditch is silent, the Milky Way is dim, and the big city is far away. Only the clear stream holds up the waves to support the wine, and pours the cup to comfort each other. Let's leave the dark valley together, rush to catch up with the spring floods, and meet the plum blossoms.
6. The mountains and forests are facing the city, and the red leaves and yellow flowers come from the same river. The wild water takes advantage of people's appointments, and the long pine trees read the world without knowing the year. Thousands of poems are left unfinished to repay the debt of poetry; a chat over a meal forges a lasting relationship. If you want to ask An Xin, who knows the handwriting is from before he was alive?
7. The red leaves of Xiangshan
The red leaves of Xiangshan dance in the cool autumn, the wind blows through the branches like streams of fire, the bells of the ancient temple come out of the mist, and the birds start flying to disturb the morning tranquility.
2. An ancient poem describing the red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain
The fragrance comes from the secluded mountain and I want to move the picture, but in vain I return in autumn and I don’t return, I stay alone in the mountain and get drunk. In the Song Dynasty, Chen Richao Shizhai Mu Xiangshan was so high that it continued to rise. A collection of poems from Xiangshan, the second rhyme of which is "Take off your clothes, drink wine, and sing songs by the river. If you don't take a leisurely stroll, you will fall asleep drunk."
Most of all, glory is nothing, and physical self-sufficiency has never been achieved. The imperial court treats me as an idler, as if I have two or three thousand coins.
It has been five years since the official position of the emperor was cold. In the five years of Yanliang, everything has changed. Who can afford to spend money on drinks when you are old?
The world’s web of dust is heavily bound, and there are seventy-eight or hundreds of illnesses. Among the millions of people, there is not one person who is happy that God has taught me little luck.
The sixty-three-year-old has a snow-white head, and it is God's mercy to be poor and strong. Every time I am ashamed of my love for the book, I feel drunk and intoxicated with you.
The smells are similar, just like before the illness and coma. Walking slowly on the stone bridge on a moonlit night, numerous buildings are connected to each other.
There is more than an hectare of thin farmland planted every year, and the poor yields are dealt with first. There is no vulgar thing for human eyes, fish and lotus fields are swimming in it.
To sing short songs while drinking wine for you, you might as well have a flower-scattering sky at the same time. Water Dragon's Song------Fragrant Mountain Red Leaves Water Dragon's Song------Fragrant Mountain's red leaves fly down thousands of mountains, and the afterglow dyes the maple forest drunkenly.
The sunny branches are still warm, while the shady branches are cold, with red, yellow and vermilion green. The shadows are traced by the flowing light, the charming figure is standing in the frost, and there is a sense of autumn.
Suddenly the cold wind blows the wild geese, gently holding the red sleeves, throwing them in the air, and crying. The sweet dreams are crushed by ice wheels, drifting into darkness, and the nights are long and sleepless.
The deserted ditch is silent, the Milky Way is dim, and the big city is far away. Only the clear stream holds up the waves to support the wine, and pours the cup to comfort each other.
Let’s leave the dark valley together, rush to catch up with the spring floods, and meet the plum blossoms.
3. An ancient poem describing the red leaves of Fragrant Mountain
The fragrance comes from the secluded mountain
Trying to copy the picture is in vain
People will not return in autumn
Staying alone in the mountains and getting drunk
Chen Richao of the Song Dynasty
Shi Zhai Mu Xiangshan's High Xudazai's Collection of Fragrant Mountain Poems and Second Rhymes
Undressing and Drinking Songs By the river, if you don't take a leisurely stroll, you will fall asleep drunk.
Most of all, glory is nothing, and physical self-sufficiency has never been achieved.
The imperial court treats me as an idler, as if I have two or three thousand coins.
It has been five years since the official position of the emperor was cold.
In the five years of Yanliang, everything has changed. Who can afford to spend money on drinks when you are old?
The world’s web of dust is heavily bound, and there are seventy-eight or hundreds of illnesses.
Among millions of people, there is not one person who is happy that God has taught me little luck.
The sixty-three-year-old has a snow-white head, and it is God's mercy to be poor and strong.
Every time I am ashamed of my love for the book, I will be drunk and intoxicated with you.
The smells are similar, just like before the illness and coma.
Walking slowly on the stone bridge on a moonlit night, numerous buildings are connected to each other.
There is more than an hectare of thin farmland planted every year, and the poor yields are dealt with first.
There is no vulgar thing for human eyes, no fish, no fish, no lotus fields.
To sing short songs while drinking wine for you, you might as well have a flower-scattering sky at the same time.
Water Dragon Song------Fragrant Mountain Red Leaves
Water Dragon Song------Fragrant Mountain Red Leaves
Broken clouds fly down thousands of mountains, and the afterglow is gone Drunk in the maple forest.
The sunny branches are still warm, while the shady branches are cold, with red, yellow and vermilion green.
The shadows are trailing the light, the delicate figure is standing in the frost, and there is a sense of autumn.
Suddenly the cold wind blows the wild geese, gently holding the red sleeves, throwing them in the air, and crying.
The sweet dreams are crushed by ice wheels, drifting into darkness, and the nights are long and sleepless.
The deserted ditch is silent, the Milky Way is dim, and the big city is far away.
Only the clear stream holds up the waves to support the wine, and pours the cup to comfort each other.
Let’s leave the dark valley together, rush to catch up with the spring floods, and meet the plum blossoms.
4. Poems describing the red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain (must have meaning)
1. Water Dragon Song - The red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain fly down thousands of mountains, and the afterglow dyes the maple forest drunkenly.
The sunny branches are still warm, while the shady branches are cold, with red, yellow and vermilion green. The shadows are traced by the flowing light, the charming figure is standing in the frost, and there is a sense of autumn.
Suddenly the cold wind blows the wild geese, gently holding the red sleeves, throwing them in the air, and crying. The sweet dreams are crushed by ice wheels, drifting into darkness, and the nights are long and sleepless.
The deserted ditch is silent, the Milky Way is dim, and the big city is far away. Only the clear stream holds up the waves to support the wine, and pours the cup to comfort each other.
Let’s leave the dark valley together, rush to catch up with the spring floods, and meet the plum blossoms. 2. "Drunk to the Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The autumn trees are blown by the wind, and people have been drinking for a long time.
The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, it is not spring. 3. "Mountain Travel" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. 4. "Autumn Mountain" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty Wujiu was an old dyer who mistakenly made iron soap scarlet red.
Xiaofeng drank a lot of wine all night long, but his face was hidden by a lonely pine tree.
5. Poems about red leaves
1. I want to write about red leaves without running water [Song Dynasty] Anonymous "Partridge Sky· Purple Road Vermilion Wheels Go Like Flowing" 2. Green moss and red leaves in the courtyard All over [Song Dynasty] Yan Jidao's "Butterfly Love Flower·The Courtyard is Green with Green Moss and Red Leaves All Over" 3. White grass, red leaves and yellow flowers [Yuan Dynasty] Bai Pu's "The Sky is Pure and the Shaqiu" 4. Float with His Red Leaves in the Water [Song Dynasty] Liu Kezhuang's "Manjianghong·Gongjinghong" "Yin" 5. "The Red Leaves on the Ying Jie" [Song Dynasty] Chen Ke's "Bodhisattva Man·Lonely Green and Silent Under the Cherry" 6. Birds perched on the red leaf tree [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi's "Autumn Thoughts" 7. There are new poems about the red leaves [Song Dynasty] Cai Shen's "Huanxi Sand" "8. The weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse [Tang Dynasty] Wang Wei's "In the Mountains" 9. The red leaves are re-titled [Song Dynasty] Zhang Yuanqian's "Niannujiao·Jiangtianyuji" 10. The Taoist priest looking for red leaves [Song Dynasty] Song Taizong's "Yuanzhi".
6. Poems describing the red leaves of Fragrant Mountain (must have meaning)
1. Water Dragon Song - Red Leaves of Fragrant Mountain
The broken clouds fly down thousands of mountains, and the afterglow dyes the maples Lin Zui. The sunny branches are still warm, while the shady branches are cold, with red, yellow and vermilion green. The shadows are traced by the flowing light, the charming figure is standing in the frost, and there is a sense of autumn. Suddenly the cold wind blows wild geese, gently holding the red sleeves, throwing them in the air, and crying. The sweet dreams are crushed by ice wheels, drifting into darkness, and the nights are long and sleepless. The desolate ditch is silent, the Milky Way is dim, and the big city is far away. Only the clear stream holds up the waves to support the wine, and pours the cup to comfort each other. Let's leave the dark valley together, rush to catch up with the spring floods, and meet the plum blossoms.
2. "Drunk to the Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Autumn trees are blown by the wind, and people have been drinking for a long time. The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.
3. "Mountain Travel" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
4. "Autumn Mountain" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
Wujiu, an old dyer in his life, mistakenly made iron soap scarlet red. Xiaofeng drank a lot of wine all night long, but her face was hidden by a lonely pine tree.