Modern poetry in autumn night 1. Autumn night poems
1, Seventeen Qiupu Songs, 14th
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.
On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
The fire shines on heaven and earth, and the red star flashes purple smoke. Copper smelters sing while working on the bright moon night, and their songs resound through the cold valley.
Step 2 sit at night
Song Dynasty: Zhang Lei
No one in the house is bright in autumn, and the night frost clears first.
Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind.
The silent vestibule is empty, only the autumn moon is still bright. First frost will come at night, and the air is full of clear breath. Indus stands before the court, unwilling to decline. The buttonwood leaves on the tree swayed with the wind and made a little noise.
3. Autumn in Taihu Lake
Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
Water stays misty and rainy, and the frost in Dongting falls slightly.
The moon is gone, and the night is quiet.
I feel the style of the sea in the dark, and I smell the swallow in the rustling.
I stayed on a boat in Taihu Lake, and the boat moved slowly on the water in the moonlight. The night is so quiet, the lake is so cold, and a layer of frost falls on Dongting Mountain. Like sleeping but not sleeping, like dream a dream, I vaguely feel the sea breeze blowing and hear the sound of geese flying south in the distance.
4, pour the cup, the golden wind is bleak
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The golden wind is fading, and Qiu Guang is getting younger and younger. The yard is sunny, the light smoke is gathering at the beginning, and the bright moon is in the sky. For the cold light of thousands of miles, I miss the quiet period and become disabled. Long time no see. This is a good deal. Before the Old Testament, joy was important, and saving was important.
The most bitter Yun Lan is broken, Xianxiang Road is difficult to travel, and it is difficult to return to the wild goose. Every time I sing loudly and force myself to leave my arms, I feel very painful and become a heart. Slag leakage and cold exposure. Victory is in vain, words are silent, and sorrow is hard to settle. Here we go again. The phoenix tree is broken.
Autumn wind is gentle and comfortable, autumn colors are getting old, and the long night is lonely and clear. Recently, the weather has been fine, the light fog in the yard has just dispersed, and the bright moon in the window is white and bright.
Facing the distant Leng Yue and the broken scenery, I often feel sad and sick at the thought of tryst being blocked. How dare I recall my previous covenant and joy carefully?
The most painful thing is that the news in the distance is cut off, and the roads in Xianxiang are remote and rugged, making it difficult to ask Hongyan for good news. At this time, I always sing sadly, forcibly discharging my feelings of separation. The helpless, sad and sad singing makes people fidgety and fascinated.
The leakage will be exhausted, the night is deep and the frost is colder. It's useless to win sorrow, but it's hard to end sorrow. It stood for a long time, until the moon set and the scattered shadows of the buttonwood disappeared.
5, Huanxi Shating House floating topaz dew thick.
Five Dynasties: Gu Xun
Courtyard chrysanthemums float topaz dew, cold sand clings to build by laying bricks or stones, when can we meet on a good night?
The phoenix on my back shakes red wax drops, the fragrance warms my dreams, and the morning bell on my pillow scares me.
The chrysanthemum in the court is dancing in its golden color, and the dew is rolling on the petals like jade beads. The cool sedge leans against the cool stone steps, hiding the cricket singing and courtship. I want to know what the auspicious time is tonight. I didn't expect to meet you in this beautiful scenery!
The red candle behind the tent drops bright red wax tears, the swaying flame shakes the night wind, and the warm incense and warm embroidered quilt warm the dream of acacia. Wake up on the pillow, savor the happiness in your dreams, and be afraid to listen to one morning bell after another.
2. Modern poems describing night scenes
Spring dream/
I like ...
Put your dreams in spring
It's called spring dream.
I tried to dream about you.
But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.
I heard that this will make your dream come true.
In this dreamy spring.
What I toss and turn is
South of Guzhen
Second, open the door of spring.
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, this spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
autumn
He Qifang
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.
Autumn-Haizi
Our bones are lying on the ground
Write on the beach: youth. And then go on, old father.
After a long time, the direction was interrupted.
Animal-like fears fill our poems.
Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn for a long time?
Cover up our bones lying on the ground—
Autumn is coming.
Without the slightest forgiveness and warmth: autumn is coming.
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On the streets in autumn
I can't find the rain lane.
No chance to see lilacs.
A girl with an oil-paper umbrella
On the bank of willow trees
Nowhere to find traces of spring.
A bustling metropolis
Only the whistle came to my ears.
You will never hear the songs of birds and insects, including Qiu Chan.
3. Modern autumn poems
The article describing autumn has been1February, and the leaves on the tree have long been yellow, but most of them are still hanging on the branches.
At night, under the faint street light, I saw a golden tree. At that moment, I froze. Looking at the fairy-tale golden tree, flapping its branches and leaves, I was moved to tears.
I always thought that autumn, dead leaves, only represented desolation and loneliness. Autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad that the ancients described autumn in the same way: almost like autumn, the color is bleak and the smoke gathers; ..... Its cold gas makes people bones and muscles; Its meaning is gloomy, and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
Taking it as a sound, it is sad and cut, but it is difficult to call. Listening to the autumn sound and watching the leaves fall one by one is a farewell, and it is also the exhaustion and disappearance of life.
Sadness, reluctance and helplessness always haunt me. I appreciate the autumn wind.
I am intoxicated with her elegance and exquisiteness, but at the same time, I always fall into a sad mood inevitably. Today, this brilliance suddenly gave me a strong feeling.
That tree, a person, stood there stubbornly, almost stubbornly, with branches covered with gold, standing firmly in the wind. It turns out that autumn is also strong.
It is persistence and patience. Autumn rain hit them in the face.
Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old trees stand gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles.
Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald. Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew.
The sky gives off a soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the song of a soaring lark, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while.
So dusk. The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors.
What a beautiful autumn, here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is a prosperous country, Chung Shan Man and the wind are covered with red carpets. Korean pine covered with elastic skins is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and flying slowly in the rice fields in vain.
When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying and turning yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees fall leaves. In the middle of the night after autumn, the moon goes down and the sun hasn't come out yet, leaving only a blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night.
The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and the sun sets in the western hills before Shan Ye is dispersed by the evaporated water vapor of the sun. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was quickly turned silver-gray by the moonlight candle.
The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covering the moonlight, seems to be a wisp of light smoke in the field, as if falling into a dream.
After the sunset glow passed, the smoke in the fields disappeared, and the water was as clear as light, washing the soft autumn night. One autumn night, the sky in Gao Lu was thick, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the southwest horizon.
The cold moon shines on the earth, so dark, but the stars in the galaxy are getting brighter and brighter. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn and millet, the songs are accompanied by the chirping of autumn insects, accompanied by occasional accompaniment, and the ground-blowing Weng blows the cold eggplant intermittently.
Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds. ..... The moon came up, but the clouds covered half of it, hiding in the cracks in the trees far away, like a country girl, shy.
People used to say, "However, before she started coming towards us, we shouted and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us." That's one o'clock The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. Let him go. He is too lazy to care about it.
But I think, if it's autumn night, it's not bad to blow a little west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, you should listen to the rushing "Tao" sound.
The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three candles in the middle of the hall.
The timid flame was overwhelmed by the big roof. We looked at each other by candlelight, as if covered with smoke.
It is as dark as the sea outside. Only a few barks from far and near tell us that we are still in this world.
Blue sky. Late autumn, spotless, crystal clear. Clouds are reflected on the clear Jialing River; The microwave of fish scales and the green river water add color to the clouds, which is particularly gorgeous.
On a cool and sunny autumn night, the bright red Mars in the starry sky adds a lot of luster and interest to us. Recently, after eight o'clock every night, Mars rises from the horizon in the southeast.
It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky. No matter where you are, it is easy to find it. The fallen leaves in the north render a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet.
Perhaps only two pieces fell first, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower.
Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.
Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen.
This is the heyday of autumn. Jujubes are like olives and pigeon eggs, showing light green and yellowish colors in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai.
The falling core that looks like a flower but is not a flower will scatter all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch.
Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because Beiping is everywhere.
I wrote the poem about autumn night by myself.
The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.
The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.
Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The sunshine in autumn is quiet, the autumn wind in Dong township is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Autumn is like a fairy. She blew away the heat of the sun with wide sleeves, but scattered light and freshness to the earth. She blocked the wind and sand with her clothes, but held up the heavy fruits of the world and gave them to the world. Everyone likes autumn, its freshness, its coolness and comfort. Autumn makes farmers smile especially brightly.
5. Ancient poems about autumn, modern poems
1, an autumn night in the mountains, Tang, an empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. 2, "Autumn Nightingale" Tang Guijiao gave birth to a slight autumn dew, light and thin, and did not change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. 3, "Midnight Qiu Ge" Tang Li Bai's bright moon hangs high in the capital, and all the hammers are smashed.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
4, "Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" Tang Libai River is picturesque, beautiful and clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
5, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran My boat was moored in the fog, and at dusk, the memories of the old days began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
6. "Qiu Lai Zhang in Denglan Mountain" Haoran is on the North Peak among the white clouds, and you have found your hiding place. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
7, "Autumn Evening" Tang Du Muyin candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
8. "Ascending the Mountain" Tang Du Fu sobbed from the vast sky in the strong wind, and the birds flew home on the clear lake and white beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
9, "Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon" Song Sushi's clouds are cold and silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
10, "Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon" Tang Bai Juyi Wan Li is incredible, adding sorrow and hating the world. Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court? After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.
According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing. 1 1, "Su Curtain Covering" Song Fan Zhongyan blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn color waves, waves of cold smoke.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. 12, "The Pride of the Fisherman" Song Fan Zhongyan blocked the wonders of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese went without noticing.
The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. 13, "Glare" Song boarded the Happy Pavilion on the evening of July 16, watching the Nanshan in Chang 'an cry in the corner of the border town in autumn, and the bonfire shone on the high platform.
Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.
14, "Autumn Moon" Song Chenghao Qingxi crosses Bishantou, and the empty water is fresh in autumn. Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.
15, "Autumn Nocturne" Tang Guibo was born with a slight autumn dew, thin, and did not change clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
16, Autumn Wind Where is the autumn wind in Yuxi, Liu Tang? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.
17, "Autumn Ci" Yuxi, Liu Tang Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. Clouds of cranes in the clear sky bring poetry to Bixiao. 18 "Autumn Rain Send Yuan Jiu" Tang Baiju is easy to be covered with red leaves and moss, and it is breezy and rainy. I don't blame Qiu Si for suffering alone. He is nearly twenty years older than Jun Jiao.
19, "Early Autumn" Tang Meng Haoran did not feel that the nights in early autumn were getting longer and longer, and the breeze was heavy and bleak. In the hot summer, Mao Zhai's retreat is quiet, and there are dewdrops under the steps.
20, "Autumn Night on the River" Tang Du Mu is alone in the sky, looking at the road. The poor and sick traveler always lives in dreams.
Cicada sing Qiu Shu, crows sing sunset sand. If you don't want to burn the temple, the other party will throw a new year's goods.
1, I'll come back when there is a holiday in the mountains and it's chrysanthemum time. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" 2. Frosty night and Jiang Feng worry about sleeping.
-Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge 3. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. -Du Fu's Mountain Trip 4. The clear sky is full of cranes and clouds, and poetry attracts Bixiao.
-Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Ci" 5. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. -Liu Yuxi's autumn poems 6. Nothing to say, go to the West Building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard-Li Yu's Meet You Huan 7. There are many trees and lush grass.
-Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" 8. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean. -Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" 9. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose goes without paying attention.
-Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride" 10, the autumn wind is high in August, and my family is three hairs. -Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage 1 1 And the autumn wind is blowing my heart and heading for Yutong forever.
-Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge 12 If the weather in autumn is not so crisp and clear, the quiet evening may seem a little sad. -Meng Haoran's "Autumn Mountain King Wu" 13, silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies.
-Mutu's Autumn Night 14 Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward. -Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain 15. Sprinkle drizzle on the river to wash away the autumn.
-Liu Yong's Whispering Ganzhou 1. Tianjingsha Yuan. Ma Zhiyuan withered vine old tree faint crow, small bridge flowing water. The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.
2. "Autumn Ci" Tang. Liu Yuxi's mountains are clear and clear, and first frost comes at night. Several trees are dark red and light yellow. Trying to go deep into the bone marrow on a tall building is as crazy as spring. 3. "Don. Born in Luoyang, Zhang saw the autumn wind and wanted to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
(3), an ancient poem describing autumn 1, autumn wind starts in Bai Yunfei, plants turn yellow, and geese return to the south. 2, the autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, and the vegetation shakes the frost.
3. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
5. In August, the wind howled and Sanhe grass rolled in my house. 6, the mountains and rivers are clear and frosty, and several trees are dark red and light yellow.
7, red candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. 8. Trees and trees are all autumn colors, and mountains and mountains are just shining.
(Tang? Wang Ji "Wild Hope") 9. Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, and cold smoke on the waves. (Song? Fan Zhongyan's Su Zhelian)-Modern Poetry Describing Autumn Modern Poetry Describing Autumn "Autumn Night on the River" Liu Dabai's homing bird, although caught, still brought the sunset back.
Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river; Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments. ( 1923)
6. Describe autumn scenery's modern poems.
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
Clouds are light and the sky is high. What a late autumn weather!
There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air.
Look at them in twos and threes,
Back and forth,
Iraq is like Italy,—
Abrupt, turn it over and reflect the sunshine, white lining the sky, very beautiful!
Goodbye, starry night,
I have suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,
You stepped on my back,
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!
At this last moment, I opened my eyes.
Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.
Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,
Hurry! Come on, come on!
When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?
A water, a bridge, a car accident,
A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo, red leaves are:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,
As clear as a dream, vague, hidden,-
Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?
Urging old Qiu, urging old age!
Until I cried with joy and turned it out from Baidu.
7. Modern poetry describing autumn
A poem describing autumn in modern poetry "On the Autumn Night" Liu Dabai's homing bird, though hooked, came back with the sunset on her back.
Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river; Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments. (1923) Autumn Morning says goodbye to you. In the starry and frosty night, I bear the pain that holy water can't wash away. You stepped on my back. Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again! At this last moment, I opened my eyes, put my hands around the feet of the sun, watched the leaves tremble and dance, and listened to the sound of the city until I shed tears of joy! (1934) "Shanghai-Hangzhou Train" Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear as a dream, vague, looming,-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age! (1928) "Whispering" Xu Zhimo's autumn rain is a first-class cold autumn pool, a gaunt autumn willow, a timid autumn branch, a yellow autumn leaf, listening to his kiss, whispering Sanqiu's feelings and love stories, and finally gently brushing him away in autumn eyes.
Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's love affair and the plot of love poems also fell into the autumn halo of autumn eyes, whirling and following the autumn flow. (1July 2, 9221day) Autumn Moon: Autumn Moon of Xu Zhimo! Who can afford to scratch and crawl romantically with silver fingertips? I don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, but I can't help crying with the touch of its jade fingers! That's it: boring clouds, the beauty of the autumn moon, cold eyes and cold clothes to attend this happy wedding and funeral.
(19221October 6) The reason why Xu Zhimo's Autumn Moon is like the moonlight tonight is because we are all looking up-look at it, a full charm rises from the dark cloud like a mob-and it is particularly bright and round. It spreads out on the road, it floats on the water, and it dips in the bottom like sad weeds; It lingers on the eaves of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its glory, it caresses the ruins of the scattered tombs outside the city, and in the continuous sound of birds, it wants to see the old and new ghosts. It also stands like us, its eyes flashing and chewing the biting coolness: the lingering poetry of silver is like the star phosphorus on the water.
Listen to the songs of the four fields-eternal and humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, darkness mixed with heat, in this quiet autumn night and the vastness of autumn fields, the greatness of "melting" unfolded the baby's smile in all tiny depths! (1930 10) Qiu Meng Dai Wangshu's Shepherd's Bell shook off the light leaves. Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess.
So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past. Oh, now, I'm a little cold, a little cold and a little depressed.
(193 1 year 1 month) Flowers in first frost Dai Wangshu Flowers in first frost in September, Flowers in first frost in October, Misty Girls Come to My Bones. Decorate you with autumn leaves, decorate charming girls with monotonous death and fog, and send me your plain flowers.
Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun has not been rekindled. I watched my sideburns fall, so I ushered in the autumn decorated by you.
(19351October) Du even sounded a mature tone in Autumn, and the rainy and noisy summer passed. No longer think about the severe and sultry test and the detailed memory of dangerous swimming.
After breaking ground in spring buds, twisting and injury in the growth of young buds, these branches are also crazy in the hot sun and almost lost their way in the rainy night. Now, the plain sky is cloudless, the mountains and rivers are clear and clean, and the vision is particularly broad; In the season of wisdom and emotional maturity, the river seems to come from a deeper source.
Turbulent airflow ferments in the valley to form transparent good wine; What autumn is blowing? The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. Street trees also imply something in red, and the wheels of bicycles are shining with vitality; The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude, and Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.
(1Autumn of 979) Grass in the South of the Yangtze River In the autumn when Li Ji chrysanthemums were in full bloom, I first came to the south of the Yangtze River. Although I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, your beauty is beyond my imagination by a thousand times.
Looking at your beautiful city, the most beautiful pictures have lost their colors; Walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal swan song is eclipsed. Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: I can't find a word to describe you in my vocabulary bag.
People say that "there is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world", and heaven is just an illusion that people weave according to your appearance. I know you can't show your magic in autumn. All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers.
But I'm going back. I'm going back with this blade of grass. I want to take this blade of grass to the desert. I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I want to plant it on the Gobi desert, and I want to say to my villagers, "Irrigation it with our sweat, and make our big Gobi look like Jiangnan!" " "(1August, 957)" Qiu Ge-I "Autumn has come in Guo Xiaochuan, and geese have called; The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! When the ears of grain are ripe, the cicadas disappear; Life on earth is sweeter and better! Coastal pine and cypress, wind and waves; Osmanthus fragrans in the south of the Yangtze River is full of fragrance. Good horses on the grassland have gained weight; Castle peak in the northeast, wearing a snow hat.
Oh, autumn, autumn water, autumn moon, these are all printed by our painstaking efforts! Ah, autumn flowers, autumn fruits and autumn red leaves have never soaked our sweat! The mountains of history are stacked on top of each other! We climbed hundreds of steps ten feet high. The journey of fighting is endless! We broke through a thousand hectares of barren sand and snow in Wan Li.
Looking back, I see: the foundation is solid, the ditch is deep and the west wind is strong. Excuse me: who doesn't touch the long counselor with their hands? Wildfire in the wind will never go out! There are many dangers, and there are also many brave people. A fishing boat braving the wind and waves is as light as a butterfly! How big it is.
8. Autumn Night Poems
A night-mooring near maple bridge by Tang Zhangji, Cold Night by Jiang Feng.
The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. Tang Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song" in the first half of the autumn of Emei Mountain reflects the Pingqiang River.
In front of the towering Mount Emei, there is a half moon. The flowing Pingqiang River reflects the bright moon.
Tang Wang Ji's wild trees are all autumn, and the hills and mountains are only bright. Layers of trees are stained with autumn colors, and the mountains are covered by the afterglow of the sunset.
Autumn Night by Tang Du Mu The night during the day is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting in the bedroom staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Tang's Mid-Autumn Festival is an idle song outside autumn scenery, and everything feels leisurely. Walking in the autumn night in my spare time and singing in a low voice, I always feel empty, depressed and nervous.
9. Sentences describing autumn nights
1, silvery moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and crickets screamed everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air and weaves into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. What the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter what grass or tree it is, it is not as realistic as during the day. Everything has a vague and illusory color, and everything hides its details and guards its secrets, making people feel like dreaming.
2. The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, and the round moon is reflected on the pool surface. There are several street lamps beside the trees beside the pool, and the round lights are reflected in the water, just like a small moon around the moon in the pool. The bloated white clouds slowly moved across the pool surface, like a group of old women, bending their backs and walking in front of the moon step by step, trying to cover it, but the moon poured out bright light from the cracks in the clouds. A piece of white clouds is connected with a piece of white clouds, such as a wide and irregular belt, which divides the clear sky into two halves. White clouds drifted by and gradually disappeared in the distance. The sky is clear and the moon is particularly bright.
The moon will come out soon. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon, people think it rises from the dark abyss. The weak light inlaid a circle of lace around the top of the tree on the high slope, like the edge of a goblet, and the silhouette of the top of the tree became darker every minute under the weak light.