Poetry about the beauty of maple leaves 1. Ancient poems about maple leaves
Pipa line Bai Juyi
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Xing Shan Dumu
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
2. Maple Leaf Poetry
Xing Shan Dumu
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.
Man Fang Ting. Maple blossom Dan
Sarutobi Kurenai Xia, autumn scenery is magnificent and full of frost. I want to drift away, but my dream is broken. Simple and noble, who knows, without hatred, dead leaves are lonely. Clouds cover tears, winds promote haggard, and water cries. Worried. Fall in love with this world as soon as possible, look around sadly and be alone. You can't sue anyone if you want, so you cry and sing poetry. The waning moon is silent and cold, the eyebrows are difficult to show, and it is as sad as a disease. Turn the roots, swing without leaking, and be silent until winter.
Looking at Bai's Nostalgia from Niu Shan Sleeping at Night.
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.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
Jiangling is anxious to send his son there.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
3. Poems about autumn red leaves
Parking LAM Raymond likes to sit up late.
Frosted leaves are redder than flowers in February.
Mountain travel Tang Du Mu, far cold mountain stone path oblique, people in. Stop and sit in the late maple forest, and the frost leaves are red in February. Red leaves stand proudly in the cold fog of first frost with the attitude of phoenix dance for nine days, showing the long passage of time, pursuing intoxicating hope and plain love, and looking for the enthusiasm and selfless detachment of life! It's the season of red leaves again. It's rare that we are all free this weekend, so we decided to see the red leaves. Others have all kinds of ambiguity. This time, it's just me and my lover. I'm really not used to going out in such a cold and cheerless way, and I feel a little lonely. The weeping willows are slender all the way, and the teenagers are graceful. The thick green that used to be like splashing ink has long lost its former appearance, and the golden floating objects are arbitrarily painted with autumn pictures. Driving into the deep mountains, after eighteen laps, the car shook badly, and each corner was more than 300 degrees. On one side of the road is a steep mountain, and on the other side is an abyss. People who haven't walked the mountain road dare not open their eyes. But the scenery is extremely beautiful. The mountains are winding and steep, and the thick green of the mountains has been combed by the autumn wind, and it is as light as brocade before my eyes. However, I don't know why I shouldn't be a carsick person today, but now I feel very uncomfortable and even carsick. I stopped at the roadside several times, and my lover said, "If you can't, go back." This can't be done. You can't go home disappointed! Transfer from: carefree life network () finally arrived at the scenic spot. I saw the clear and transparent water again. The water is not big, but it is clear and attractive. Under the clear water, the green water plants are floating and swaying slowly, which makes your spirit and thoughts involuntarily sink to the bottom of the water and sway among the water plants with the soothing soft waves. We were here this time last year. At that time, the road to the top of the mountain was not completely opened, so I only saw the scenery halfway up the mountain, but this clear water poured into my heart and haunted me for a whole year. Now, at this time, I stopped by the pool, and the fatigue and tiredness along the way had already been sent to the sky. So we walked up the stairs, and the road was covered with red leaves, which broadened our horizons. There seems to be a sound in front of us. Soon, we saw a couple about our age relaxing on the stone bar under the tree, so they were in front and we were wandering behind. A woman folds a red leaf from time to time and sets herself brilliantly in the landscape. Their gentle whispers and carefree feelings suddenly made me feel that our trip was so romantic. Over the years, I have been immersed in various affairs and family ties, and I have never cared so much about each other and myself. Today, the mountain breeze is blowing gently and the red leaves are dancing. Suddenly, like falling asleep, I said to my lover, "It's nice to have only the two of us today!" " . So we keep choosing scenic spots and arbitrarily fix ourselves with the scenery. At the mid-levels, where we went back last year, the couple couldn't hold on, but I was in high spirits and climbed higher and higher. The scenery in front of us is the first time we met. The dense primary secondary forest spread before our eyes, and thick leaves fell on every stone step, like the wings of a butterfly, gorgeous in silence. Finally reached the top of the mountain! When we panted over the last few steps and reached the top of the mountain-it was so open! This place deserves to be a red leaf resort. However, there is red everywhere, and clusters of trees and trees are blooming around like fire. There are several stone benches under the red leaf tree, and there is an oval stone carving in the middle-Hongyeping. Oh, this is Hongyeping! I looked around excitedly, surrounded by mountains, white clouds fluttering, and flowers swaying on the hillside next to Pingping. So I rushed to the hillside, carefully picked the mountain flowers, folded a red leaf at will, and matched it with some green grass at the foot of the leaves, so a large bouquet of flower arrangements was beautifully generated. So, against the background of flowers, we wandered in Pingping, leaving our whispers and beautiful images under the flaming trees, steep stones and colorful grass. At this time, we have long forgotten our age, like a child who has been separated from her mother for a long time, releasing the purest affection in her generous palm. Oh, I really want to lie down on the stone bench, completely put down this Shan Ye, let the warm sunshine gently bathe my dusty state of mind, let the mountain breeze weave an elegant cloak for me, watch the white clouds roll leisurely on my head, and let the insects call up my distant dreams that have already sunk in my heart. Oh, I'm drunk! Indulge in it, don't think about the world, don't think about returning home. ...
4. A beautiful poem describing fallen leaves in autumn
1: The leaves on the tree turn yellow, and the falling leaves fly up and down like golden birds.
2. Bend down to pick up the fallen leaves and look carefully. I can't help but recall what I looked like when I was young. It must be green and sharp-cut, but even if it has a shocking life, it can't deviate from the laws of nature. Between the winding clouds and the ebb and flow of the tide, its soft leaves become dry unconsciously, and the orange color on the leaves is the brand left by the wind and rain.
3. Don't blame Qiu Si for suffering alone. He is nearly twenty years older than Jun Jiao.
A sudden warm wind makes more leaves fall, just like butterflies flying in the air in autumn. But like a butterfly in late autumn, it disappears so quickly and silently that it can only capture its beauty in an instant. Little feet tread carefully on the fallen leaves in autumn, making a crisp and pleasant sound that lingers in my ears.
5: Stop to sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
6: Leaves under the pavilion, autumn clouds fly at first.
Leaves fell all over the floor. Time stripped off its beautiful coat, put on its old, yellow and ugly coat and took away its work permit. Looking at their lonely figures, I saw the old people who left their jobs. Isn't that what they do? Although I have left my job, my heart has always stayed at work, hoping to contribute love to the society in my lifetime.
7. The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns, large and small, with red begonia pressing the branches.
5. How beautiful are the red leaves described in ancient poems?
1, red leaves without running water (Song Yi's "Partridge Sky") 2. The yard is covered with green leaves (Song Yan Dao Ji's Butterfly Lovers). The Return of Red Leaf Dance in Xiao Shuang (Linjiang Fairy by Dao Ji, Song Yan) 4. The yard is covered with green leaves (another red leaf in the Song Dynasty, with three scents (Song was anonymous, "Young Beauty"). Drifting with his red leaves (Liu Jike Zhuang's "Man Jiang Hong") 9. Ying Ji Hongyefan (Song's Bodhisattva Man) 10, bird-dwelling red-leaf trees (Tang Baijuyi, Qiu Si), red leaves in cold weather (Tang's Mountain) 13, red leaves (Song's Nian Nujiao) 14, and red leaves written by Shicheng himself.