1, Tang Bai Juyi's Drunk to Red Leaves
Qiu Shu, who lives in the breeze, has been drinking for many years. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring.
2. Tang Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
3. Song Yang Wanli's Autumn Mountain
I have been an old dyer all my life, and I made iron soap scarlet by mistake. Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was lonely and unbearable, covering up her drunkenness.
4, Song Qiangzhi "He Chunfu Ye Hong"
There is no bright color in the autumn garden, and the west wind is particularly strong. Smoke Cui Lin, sometimes as cold as ice, red. Xia Guang Han Qing lining, lamp torch blue sarong. If you don't understand pine and cypress, you will be annoyed by chemical industry.
5, Shuilongyin-Xiangshan Hongye
Broken Fei Xia falls in Qian Shan, and Yu Hui is drunk in LAM Raymond. Yang branch is still warm, Yin branch is still cold, Huang Dan Zhu Cui. The shadow is falling, the charm is as cold as ice, and it smells of autumn. Suddenly, the cold wind blew the geese, gently pulling the tea, throwing it in the air, saying tears. I dream that the ice wheel is broken, the sky is dark and falling, and the night is sleepless. The barren valley is silent, the milky way is misty, and the big cities are far away. Only Qingxi, holding waves, holding wine and pouring cups to comfort each other. And leave the dark valley together, catch up with the spring flood and meet the plum blossom.
6, the mountain forest is opposite to the city, and the red leaves and yellow flowers are one river. Wild water takes advantage of people's appointment, and Chang Song reads all the years in the world. Thousands of Kubinashi's poems; Talk over dinner, jing yuan. Want to know your peace of mind, calligraphy who knows when you are alive?
7. Red leaves in Xiangshan
The red leaves dance in Xiangshan in autumn, the wind flows through the branches like fire, the bells of the ancient temple come in the fog, and the birds fly in surprise and disturb the morning.
2. What are the ancient poems describing the red leaves in Xiangshan, 1, from Song Qiang to "Fu Ye Hong in Hechun"?
There is no bright color in the autumn garden, and the west wind is particularly strong.
Smoke Cui Lin, sometimes as cold as ice, red.
Xia Guang Han Qing lining, lamp torch blue sarong.
If you don't understand pine and cypress, you will be annoyed by chemical industry.
2, Tang Bai Juyi "Drunk to Red Leaves"
Qiu Shu, who lives in the breeze, has been drinking for many years.
Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring.
3. Tang Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
4. Zhou Ang's Xiangshan
The mountains face the city, and the red leaves and yellow flowers are one river.
Wild water takes advantage of people's appointment, and Chang Song reads all the years in the world.
Before thousands of poems were paid off, a small talk over a meal ended in jing yuan.
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5. "Red Leaves in Xiangshan"
Maple leaves all over the mountain are suitable for frost temperature, and become redder and more beautiful with the cold.
After the rain, colorful, visitors enjoy themselves.
6. Ji Yun's "Singing Snow"
One after another, two, three, four or five, six, seven, eight or nine, Xiangshan is full of red leaves.
One piece after another, two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, and eight or nine pieces all disappeared when flying into the reed flower.
3. The ancient poems describing the red leaves of Xiangshan are fragrant from the secluded mountain.
Trying to move the map is futile.
People don't come back in autumn.
Stay alone in the mountains and get drunk.
Chen Richao in Song Dynasty
Suitable for Zhaimu Xiangshan, with high continuity and good travel notes, which is the secondary rhyme of Xiangshan poetry.
Stripped of Qujiang's classic wine, you got drunk without a leisurely trip.
Rong He's foot massage, which generally floats, once got all this physically.
The imperial court treated me as an idle person and spent two or three thousand yuan.
A kind of * * * official position is cold, I was born for five years.
Five years later, everything has changed, and people have no spare money to drink when they are old.
The dust tassel is heavily tied to the world net, and 780 is sick.
No one among thousands of people is proud of having taught me a little luck in the past few days.
Sixty-three heads are white, and the poor family is strong.
Every time I feel ashamed of my minister, I will get drunk with you.
The smell is similar, just before the onset.
On the moonlit stone bridge, many buildings are connected together.
When we were one year old, we planted more than one hectare of wasteland, and the disposal of thin land was the first.
There is nothing vulgar about people, swimming around in the fish and lotus fields.
Give you a wine song and a short song, you might as well enjoy it.
Shuilongyin-Xiangshan Hongye
Shuilongyin-Xiangshan Hongye
Broken Fei Xia falls in Qian Shan, and Yu Hui is drunk in LAM Raymond.
Yang branch is still warm, Yin branch is still cold, Huang Dan Zhu Cui.
The shadow is falling, the charm is as cold as ice, and it smells of autumn.
Suddenly, the cold wind blew the geese, gently pulling the tea, throwing it in the air, saying tears.
I dream that the ice wheel is broken, the sky is dark and falling, and the night is sleepless.
The barren valley is silent, the milky way is misty, and the big cities are far away.
Only Qingxi, holding waves, holding wine and pouring cups to comfort each other.
And leave the dark valley together, catch up with the spring flood and meet the plum blossom.
4. Poem describing the red leaves of Xiangshan (theme) 1, Shuilongyin-Xiangshan Red Leaves
Broken Fei Xia falls in Qian Shan, and Yu Hui is drunk in LAM Raymond. Yang branch is still warm, Yin branch is still cold, Huang Dan Zhu Cui. The shadow is falling, the charm is as cold as ice, and it smells of autumn. Suddenly, the cold wind blew the geese, gently pulling the tea, throwing it in the air, saying tears. I dream that the ice wheel is broken, the sky is dark and falling, and the night is sleepless. The barren valley is silent, the milky way is misty, and the big cities are far away. Only Qingxi, holding waves, holding wine and pouring cups to comfort each other. And leave the dark valley together, catch up with the spring flood and meet the plum blossom.
2, Tang Bai Juyi "Drunk to Red Leaves"
Qiu Shu, who lives in the breeze, has been drinking for many years. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring.
3. Tang Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
4. Song Yang Wanli's Autumn Mountain
I have been an old dyer all my life, and I made iron soap scarlet by mistake. Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was lonely and unbearable, covering up her drunkenness.
5. The poem describing Xiangshan has been in the Qing Dynasty for 16 years. Li Hong set up a signboard in the north of the Mid-level Pavilion halfway up Xiangshan Mountain, inscribed with the words "Xishan Qing Xue".
Imperial poem cloud:
The silver screens overlap, and Langlang Peak faces the Imperial City.
Wanhe crystal lamp welcomes the dawn, and Wanli ruins reflect the sun.
The spring water in the cold current mouth is still frozen, and the cold makes the birds in the branches stop singing.
Only monks are quite comfortable, accompanied by bamboo stoves and tea bowls with high definition.
Fragrant Hill
Jin Zhou Ang
The mountains face the city, and the red leaves and yellow flowers are one river.
Wild water takes advantage of people's appointment, and Chang Song reads all the years in the world.
A thousand poems are too late to pay off debts, and a meal is clean.
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You Xiangshan
Bird Yang Hao
I am often afraid that dust will fill my heart and I will climb the mountain when it is ready.
Changfeng puts the moon out of the sea, and Cooper hides the moon.
The temple is very different, and the ruins are lost.
Danya doesn't need a title and surname, it exists in ancient and modern times.
Dengxiangshan
Wenming Zhiming
I was fascinated by the affair, but I heard that Zhong Fan had to mention it.
Clouds of pines are surrounded by houses, and the blue walls are filled with stones as ladders.
Flowers and birds on the ground, on the low fence of the mountain.
You don't have to leave a poem when you come, and the number of hair is different.
6. When I came to Xiangshan, Beijing in late autumn, I saw the maple leaves burning like fire, and I recited (poems) that I was seeing the guests off. On the night of Xunyang River, the maple leaves and mature rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour.
Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.
Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".
Thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shadowy river bridges, and late sails —— More than Jiangling's Sorrow for Peace.
I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.
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Mountain tourism-Dumu
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
Where there are some white clouds, you can see some households.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Night berth near Fengqiao
Ji Zhang
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.
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Du Fu
The peach blossom floods on both sides of the Xiangjiang River are flat, and the white sails across the maple trees are uncertain.
In order to save my life, I often take refuge in different places, and now I am wandering on the road of tears in the distance.
When this old age and illness multiplied by the age, a northern heart, ah, the emperor.
I've been writing poems all my life. Alas, I haven't met a bosom friend yet.
Looking at the Old Times from "Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain"
Lipper
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole 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.
Hanging the sails of the Ming Dynasty, the fallen leaves are behind me.
ChristianRandPhillips
Li he
Zhu Jun remained immortal for thousands of years, accompanied by Qin E's change to Xiangshui.
Pretty Niang Yin is full of air conditioning, 93 is quiet and green with tears.
In the smoke of husband and wife's parting, Wu Yun and Yu Shu echoed each other from afar.
You are worried about the green maple in autumn, and Gu Long sings in the cool night waves.
Endless desire
Yu Li
One mountain, two mountains,
The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold.
Acacia maple leaf Dan
Chrysanthemum blooms, chrysanthemum remains,
Goofy goose didn't come back,
Romantic and casual curtains.