Poems and feelings about Ye

1. Poems and feelings describing fallen leaves

Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows. Meditating on the past and setting the sun.

Don’t be drunk. I slept heavily in the spring, and the fragrance of tea was lost by gambling books. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.

The boundless falling trees rustled under the sky, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.

"The Magpie Steps on the Branches and the Fallen Leaves" by Li Wen, Qing Dynasty

The miserable blue, sad and yellow color has no strength, making all the sounds of autumn, covering the sides of the railings. It is suspected that the wind and rain have entered the screen window, and the setting sun has made the crows anxious again. No more cherishing than fallen flowers, north, south, east and west, there are people who know. Last night, the walls of the small building were cold, and half of the gold wells were white with frost.

"Dream of Jiangnan" by Qu Dajun of the Qing Dynasty

Sad for falling leaves, fallen leaves fall in spring. There are still leaves flying every year, and there are no more people every year, and the red ribbons are fresh with tears.

Sad for falling leaves, the time when fallen leaves never return. Even if the tree is full of flowers after returning, the new branches are not the old ones, and they are delayed by the flowing water.

"Sad Falling Leaves" (Northern Dynasties) Xiao Zong

Sad falling leaves, overlapping in a row, falling overlapping and flying, moving horizontally and never returning. The long branches intertwined with each other and were so dense in the past. The yellow birds passed through each other and lost sight of each other. The pistils in the evening are mixed with condensation, and the flowers in the morning are in chaos. On a chaotic spring day, the spring breeze rises. The spring breeze and spring day are the same at this time. One frost and two frosts can still be treated. In the early morning of the fifth morning and the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, it was already rustling yellow, and suddenly the wind was blowing, and everyone was flying high and low. Sad for fallen leaves, when will the fallen leaves return? In the past, there was no single connection with the fundamentals. Each one is gone with the dust, and the high branches are difficult to climb again. 2. Poems about leaves, about love

The departure of leaves is the pursuit of the wind or the unwillingness of the tree to stay.

The book "Huainanzi" says: "With the small Ming Dynasty, you can know that the world is about to fall when you see a leaf." "When a leaf falls, you can know the autumn of the world."

" The book "Huainanzi" said: "With the small Ming Dynasty, you can know the world is about to fall when you see a leaf." Some poems also say: "One leaf falls and you know the world is autumn."

Stop and sit in love The maple forest is late at night, the frost leaves are red in February, the flowers touch the sky, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun. I don’t know who cut the green leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors, gourd leaves, streamers and streamers gourd leaves, pick them and prosper, gentleman If you have wine, please drink it. If you have a rabbit's head, you can burn it with a cannon. If a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words.

If there is a rabbit's head, burn it. If a gentleman has wine, drink it with your words. If there is a rabbit with a head, it will be burned with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he will reward him with words.

Fallen Leaves by Kong Shaoan, Sui Dynasty The fallen leaves are startling in early autumn, and they drift like the hearts of guests. Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.

He Du Lu Shi Titled Red Leaves by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new for a while. It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower not waiting for spring.

Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly. When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind.

Drunken by the Red Leaves by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The autumn trees are falling in 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.

On a moonlit night, cold dew is seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree. Tang Dai Cha On the leaves of the sycamore tree, the white dew has just begun to appear. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold.

The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night.

The congealed sky flows everywhere, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don't be tired of looking at the approaching tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi.

Title of Tong Ye by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty Last year, the tung tree fell on the old stream, and the leaves were inscribed in Yan Shi. Jianglou sent it back to Yan today, which was the time when he wrote the leaves last year.

It’s a pity that Ye Luoyan has returned home, and his mysterious hair has no time to flow to the east. The laughter at the banquet and singing table turns melancholy, the bright moon and the clear breeze make me feel farewell.

Zhuang Sou and Peng Shang were in the same dream, and Tao Qian’s life experiences were left behind. A pill with five colors becomes a false statement, and there is no doubt about the broken stone and loose fuel.

If you are extravagant and effortless, your writing is like a piece of brocade. Why should you be as sharp as a cone if you advance? The god of money makes you know that you are invincible, and the sage of wine is like a common man to me.

The autumn light is reflected in the Toad Pavilion mirror by the river, and the green hills in front of the threshold are covered with mausoleum eyebrows. The fragrance of the bottle spreads lightly over several branches of chrysanthemums, and the shadow of the eaves slants into half of the chess game.

Don't point out the clumsiness of officialdom, just pray to God for your stupidity. The level of smoke in Sanwu creates thoughts, and I would rather go to the place where idle people are.

The fallen leaves send Chen Yu by Hanyu, Tang Dynasty. The fluttering winds are different from each other in the end, and the encounters are temporarily dependent on each other.

Quiet late night words, long and cold moonlight. Who said that when young people say goodbye, everyone sheds tears and stains their clothes.

Hearing the blowing of poplar leaves by Tang Lang Shiyuan The brilliant blowing of poplar leaves stirs up sorrow, and the horses in the wind start to hate credit. If it were a cold moonlit night in Yanmen, all the shocking sand would be rolled up at this time.

Lotus Leaf Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew. Plant in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.

Inscribed with the osmanthus leaf in front of the palace, Tang Luxun. The osmanthus tree grows in the South China Sea, and its fragrance spreads across the Chu Mountain. See you in the sky today, I suspect it’s mid-month.

Red Leaves by Tang Luoyin I am helpless by the deserted city, and it is so beautiful that it shines in the evening. The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain.

Wandering on Baling Road, beauty Changxin Palace. Living leisurely at the end of the year, there is endless meaning.

Fallen Leaves by Tang Qiji It is late in autumn, and you can see your neighbors outside the window. No one in the world is so shocked, I am alone in the forest.

Xiao Sao Wei moon night, overlapping morning frost morning. Yesterday it was overcast, and the orioles were singing and the trees were springing.

Smell the Fallen Leaves by Tang Qiji After the snow cleared, the trees rustled in the evening breeze. Because I miss my home country at night, there are a few empty trees near the water.

The tea is boiled and burned, and the moss turns red when stepped on. If you don’t leave here next year, you will still see green trees.

Title of Fallen Leaves Tang Sikong Shu The frost threatens the leaves, and now the trees are half empty. The depression of the homeland is different, but the scattered travelers are the same.

Cold water floats on the rustling shore, and night insects swarm along the steps. Sui Feng was enviable and got Luoyang Palace.

Fallen Leaves by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty The old green leaves are in different directions, and the first red ones have overlapped. The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree.

Fallen Leaves, King Zhou of Tang Dynasty. The wind blows on a cold moon day, and the leaves are dry and red.

Fallen Leaves by Tang Wu Wu The alleyway is surrounded by red streams, and the depression chases the north wind. The remaining birds in the forest are missing, and the singing insects are floating on the water.

The little stone is buried, but the branches are still growing and falling. Bring a frosty book with you and read it leisurely among the white clouds.

Red Leaves by Tang Wurong The dew-stained frost-dried flakes are light and become bright in the setting sun. The smoke is falling and the autumn colors are falling, and the love for thousands of miles is spread with the waves.

There are shadows of birds hidden in the moon for several nights, and the sound of crickets is heard in every family. For a moment, I didn't feel much regret, watching the breeze cut the flowers.

Leaves Fall by Tang Wurong The red shadow floats and the green shadow is faint. I don’t know where to go after saying a word. The colorless smoke of sorrow is still there, and the hatred has turned into crying.

If you follow the water and travel thousands of miles, don't fly alone just because of the wind. Thousands of trees in the suburbs of Chu are impatient with the sound of autumn, and at dusk they are stirring up the guests' clothes.

Fallen Leaves Tang Xiumu The rain has passed over the idle fields, and the fallen leaves are red. When I think about spring, I believe there is an autumn breeze.

There are flowing water in several places, and the sky is chaotic by the river. You should only be independent and self-reliant, and not be the same as the king.

Banana Leaves by Tang Xuyin The green and green loom of a newly-cut loom is swaying in the wind and the shadows of the sun are falling away. Just because the Qing Emperor is on his way to spring, he is leaning against the green flag on the east wall.

Looking at the yellow leaves in Yuezhou, Tang Zhang said: Looking at the yellow leaves with a white head, the complexion of the face is complex. Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song.

Lotus Leaves by Zhenggu Tang Dynasty The splashing water of the boat is different from green, leaning against the sill, the wind shakes the handle and the fragrance is fragrant. Thank you to the people of Huanxi for not giving up, and keeping the mandarin ducks covered in the rain.

Huatangchun by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty The lotus seeds in the outer tide vary in length. Gulls fly in the green areas of Jishan Mountain.

The water and sky are merging and the painting is late. The human figure is moving in the middle.

The peach leaves sing in a shallow voice, and the apricot red and dark clothes are light. The small lotus barrier avoids the slanting sunlight.

Return to the green shade. Dielianhua, Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty, spring rises and a pole fills the water.

Fragrant grass and geese fill the shore with green breeze. The painted boat floats around the bay hundreds of times.

The Hengtang Tower is closer to the front and farther away. It's cold in Jiang State and it's late for farming.

From the north to the south of the village, the fields are plowed during the Grain Rain. Show the wheat, the hills, the mulberry leaves and the cheap.

Take a look at the new cocoons. The Resentful King and Sun Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The wind blows on the lake, and the waves are vast. Autumn is already late, and there are few reds and few fragrances.

The scenery of water, mountains and mountains is so nice to be close to people. The lotus seeds have become old and the lotus leaves are washed with green dew and apple blossoms.

The gulls and herons sleep in the sand and do not look back. They seem to hate that people return early. Huanxi Sha by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty The bottom of the leaves is green with apricots hanging down.

The branches are thin and willowy. The evening orioles sing in the deep courtyard.

It’s a shame that romance turns into a bad luck, and there is no news about the return date. He holds his chin and is speechless, his green eyebrows lowered.

Qing Ping Le by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty The autumn light is towards the evening. The first banquet was held in the small pavilion.

The leaves in the forest are still full of red. The courtyard is covered with moss after the rain.

Ms. Xiao advised me to give Jin Xie a try. Yinqin sings new lyrics.

As dusk passes and morning comes, we grow old. What is life if we don’t drink. 3. Poems and emotions describing fallen leaves

Who thinks that the west wind is cooling alone, rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows. Meditating on the past and standing in the setting sun. Don’t be frightened by wine and fall asleep in spring, gambling books disappear and the fragrance of tea is splashed. At that time It's just ordinary. The endless falling trees rustle under the sky, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in.

"The Magpie Steps on the Branches and the Fallen Leaves" by Li Wen of the Qing Dynasty The miserable green and yellow color has no strength, making all the sounds of autumn and filling the sides of the railings. It is suspected that the wind and rain have entered the screen window, and the setting sun has made the crows anxious again.

No more cherishing than falling flowers. Someone knows the north, south, east and west. Last night, the walls of the small building were cold, and half of the gold wells were white with frost.

"Dream Jiangnan" Qu Dajun of the Qing Dynasty is sad that the fallen leaves fall in spring. There are still leaves flying every year, and there are no people left every year, and the red ribbons are fresh with tears.

"Sad Falling Leaves" (Northern Dynasties) Xiao Zong "Sad falling leaves, overlapping in a row, overlapping, falling and flying, going sideways and never returning." The long branches intertwined with each other and were so dense in the past. The yellow birds passed through each other and lost sight of each other.

The pistils in the evening are mixed with condensation, and the flowers in the morning are in chaos. On a chaotic spring day, the spring breeze rises. The spring breeze and spring day are the same at this time. One frost and two frosts can still be treated.

In the early morning and early morning, the weather is already rustling. Suddenly the wind is blowing, and everyone is flying high and low. Sad for fallen leaves, when will the fallen leaves return?

The old and the past are fundamental and have nothing to do with each other. Everyone goes with the dust, and it is difficult to climb high branches again. 4. Han Ye's poems with appreciation

"Mountain Journey"

Du Mu

Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.

Appreciating this poem, it seems that it is a fragment of "Mountain Travel" taken from the long-distance travel picture. The word "late" in the third sentence reveals that the poet has been traveling all day and it is time to find a "someone" to rest. Now we are "far up the cold mountain", traveling on the sloping stone path.

Looking high and far along the stone path, I suddenly saw "There is a home where the white clouds are born." Not only is the scenery beautiful, but you can rest there as soon as you get there. The second sentence puts "stop" in advance, which creates a fascinating effect. It was already "late" and "people" were still far away, so why did they suddenly "stop"? It turned out that he found a "maple forest" on the roadside. Because he "loved" the "maple forest" under the slanting sun, he "stopped" to watch it. "Stop" highlights the word "love", and the word "love" leads to the conclusion.

Huang Shucan's "Notes on Tang Poetry" says: "'Frost leaves are red in February flowers' is the real famous sentence." Yu Biyun's "Poetic Land

A Brief Sequence" says: "The poet's There are many poems about red leaves, such as "The red leaves are burned with warm wine in the forest", "The red trees are green

The mountains are good for boats", etc., which are particularly popular in the poetry world, and only Du Mu's poems are specially appreciated. Its color is so brilliant that it is better than spring flowers. When the wind is strong and the frost is severe, the autumn light is the only one, with red, yellow and purple colors, covering the mountains and fields. There is no such grand view of spring flowers. It is appropriate for Si Xun to specially appreciate the beautiful plum peach. "Outside." Yes, the red leaves in the maple forest in the wild mountains are indeed stunningly beautiful, but it was difficult for feudal literati who were trapped in the "sad autumn consciousness" to have a sense of beauty. It is led by a big and special word "love", and he happily praises the maple leaves as "red as February flowers". It not only describes the picturesque scenery, but also expresses the poet's bold and optimistic spirit.

"Cold Mountain", "Stone Path", "White Clouds", "People", and "Frost Leaves" are composed of the protagonists of "Climbing Cold Mountain" and "Parking" with surprise words. The eyes gather together to form a travel picture of autumn mountains. Of course, it is not accurate to say that this is a "picture", because "Climbing Hanshan", "Bai Yunsheng", and "Parking" are all dynamic "love" and even lively mentality, and they cannot be drawn.

The focus of the whole poem is the fourth sentence. The first three sentences all serve to highlight the fourth sentence and pave the way. The word "cold" is used in the first sentence to evoke the "frost leaves" in the fourth sentence; "white clouds" are written in every second sentence to use a strong contrast in color to highlight the unusually "red" color of the "frost leaves" in the fourth sentence. It gives people the feeling of "redder than February flowers". The more powerful foreshadowing is the sudden "stop" due to the rush and the prominent word "love", which has been analyzed before. There is also the word "late" in "Fenglinwan", which means that the setting sun is about to set, and the fiery red light is slanting over, making the maple leaves in the forest so red that they are about to burn. The concept is novel and the layout is exquisite. It captures the gorgeous autumn colors in the bleak autumn wind and competes with the spring scenery. It is pleasing to the eye and invigorating. The language is clear and smooth, and the phonology is harmonious, so it can be recited by thousands of people and last for a long time.

"Untitled"

Li Shangyin

Thousands of miles of turmoil are like a boat, and I still remember the beginning.

There is no trace of the green river, and there are few yellow cranes left beside the sand.

The innocent soul of Yide finally returns to the Lord, and A Tong Gaoyizhen Hengqiu.

How can life be long and meaningless? Nostalgia for the past and homesickness will make you grow old.

Appreciate the first sentence and compare it. On the one hand, it realistically describes the scene of buying a boat from Bashu and going eastward, and on the other hand, it compares it to the storms and dangers of the official career, saying that one is like a small boat tossed about in the storm and helpless. The feudal intellectuals who were influenced by Confucianism had a mentality of achieving great things and benefiting the world, being proud and elated, and rarely missed their families; and when they were trapped, frustrated, and at the end of their road, they felt that the warmth of family flesh and blood and family affection was even more valuable. "Thousands of miles of turmoil are like a boat" is the externalization of the metaphor in this state of mind where the official world is vast and there is no return. The emotions are deep and the words are natural. The two sentences express the ambivalence of "the heart of recalling the past, the more I want to put it aside, the more lingering it becomes" (Yao Peiqian's note). "First stop" means to give up and throw away just now. "Yiyu" means "hesitate". After finishing the sentence, I put aside my worries about returning home and decided to stop in Wuchang for a while. But I hesitated again and wished I could fly back home. The poet was passionately devoted to his wife, and many of his poems about sending gifts to his wife as gifts to his wife reveal the contradiction and pain of being an official and a family. Later he wrote "Jingmen Westward", which said, "How can one say farewell lightly in life" and "Cymbidium's path has lost its good time", which is the same idea. 5. Poems about leaves, about love

The departure of leaves is the pursuit of the wind or the unwillingness of the tree to stay.

The book "Huainanzi" says: "With the small Ming Dynasty, you can know that the world is about to fall when you see a leaf." "When a leaf falls, you can know the autumn of the world."

" The book "Huainanzi" said: "With the small Ming Dynasty, you can know the world is about to fall when you see a leaf." Some poems also say: "One leaf falls and you know the world is autumn."

Stop and sit in love The maple forest is late at night, the frost leaves are red in February, the flowers touch the sky, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun. I don’t know who cut the green leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors, gourd leaves, pre-Qin poetry, streamers, streamers, gourd leaves, pick them and prosper, gentleman If you have wine, please drink it. If you have a rabbit's head, you can burn it with a cannon. If a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words.

Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly. When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind.

Drunken by the Red Leaves by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The autumn trees stand in the wind, and people who drink wine for a long time. The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.

The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night.

The congealed sky flows everywhere, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don't be tired of looking at the approaching tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi.

Title of Tong Ye by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Last year, the tung tree fell on the old stream, and the leaves were inscribed in a poem by Yan. Jianglou sent it back to Yan today, which was the time when he wrote the leaves last year.

Zhuang Sou and Peng Shang were in the same dream, and Tao Qian’s life experiences were left behind. One pill and five colors are just empty words, and there is no doubt about the broken stone and loose fuel.

The fragrance of the bottle spreads lightly over several branches of chrysanthemums, and the shadow of the eaves slants into half of the chess game.

Don't point out the clumsiness of officialdom, just pray to God for your stupidity. The level of smoke in Sanwu creates thoughts, and I would rather go to the place where idle people are.

The fallen leaves send Chen Yu by Hanyu, Tang Dynasty. The fluttering winds are different from each other in the end, and the encounters are temporarily dependent on each other.

Quiet late night words, long and cold moonlight. Who said that when young people say goodbye, everyone sheds tears and stains their clothes.

Hearing the blowing of poplar leaves by Tang Lang Shiyuan The wonderful blowing of poplar leaves stirs up sorrow, and the horses in the wind start to hate credit. If it were a cold moonlit night in Yanmen, all the shocking sand would be rolled up at this time.