Poetry
Autumn is late with red leaves and yellow flowers, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles. The flying clouds have passed away, and I have no letter when I return home. Where can I send a letter?
(The forest leaves are turning red, yellow chrysanthemums are blooming everywhere, and it’s late autumn again. I can’t help but miss the wanderers thousands of miles away. The clouds in the sky keep drifting away, and the returning geese haven’t brought them with me. I have received news about him. I don’t know where the wanderer is. Where can I send a letter? )
——Yan Jidao? "Siyuan Man·Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers in Late Autumn"
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Why is the running water too fast? The palace is full of leisure. Thank you Hongye diligently so that you can go to the human world.
(Why does the flowing water go so hurriedly, but the deep palace is so leisurely all day long. I bid farewell to this red leaf diligently, leaving here so that I can go to a free home.)
——A member of the Xuanzong Palace? "Inscription on Red Leaves"
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The courtyard is covered with green moss and red leaves, and when the golden chrysanthemums bloom, it is almost the Double Ninth Festival feast.
(The green moss in the courtyard is covered with red leaves. By the time the golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom, it is already very close to the Double Ninth Festival banquet.)
——Yan Jidao? "Die Lian Hua· The courtyard is covered with green moss and red leaves."
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The red leaves are all over the cold stream, and the empty mountains and thousands of trees are everywhere.
(The cold stream is covered with red fallen leaves, the mountains and forests along the way are silent, and all the trees are shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.)
——Nalan Xingde " Nanxiangzi·Autumn Twilight Village Dwelling"
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The red leaves in the sparse forest and the fading hibiscus naturally decorate the autumn screen.
(Late autumn is here, the fallen trees are rustling, and the originally dense woods look sparse.)
——Xue Angfu's "Xihu Ode·Autumn"
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The cold red leaves fall down the pond in autumn, and they are as long as the floating clouds in the same boat. There is no freedom in Jiangnan. If you take precautions, you will be sad every night.
(When the fiery red maple leaves fall into the autumn pond, I often take a boat and wander around with the floating clouds. Wandering in this Jiangnan water town, I really can’t help myself. Alas, the love between her and I is With such a lingering love, she must have been thinking about me night after night, to the point of being filled with sorrow)
——Jiang Kui's "Recalling Wangsun·Peng's Xiaolou in Fanyang"
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The title is red leaves and clear water flowing in the ditch, and people admiring the yellow flowers are drunk in the singing tower. The sky is long, the shadows of wild geese are sparse, the moon is setting and the mountains are thin, it is deserted and clear in late autumn. The declining willows and the cicadas are filled with sorrow. Who is willing to teach white clothes to serve wine?
(The red leaves that once had poems and stories are flowing through the clear ditch, and those who watch the autumn chrysanthemums are having fun in the singing tower. The sky is high and deep, and the figures of the wild geese are few and far between, and the moon is falling on the leaves. The drifting autumn mountains make you look thin)
——Lu Zhi's "Drunken in the East Wind·Chongjiu"
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Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
(There are green mountains and green waters in the distance, white grass, red leaves, and yellow flowers mixed with each other. What a colorful autumn scene.)
——Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha" ·Autumn》
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White rocks appear in Jingxi River, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather.
(Jingxi gurgling stream exposes phosphorus white stone, the weather becomes cold and the red leaves become sparse.)
——Wang Wei "In the Mountain"
< p>10.A song of labor explains boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids.
(After singing the farewell song, you untie your boat and sail away. On both sides of the bank are green mountains and red leaves, and the river flows rapidly eastward.)
——Xu Hun's "Farewell to Xie Ting" 》
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The west wind letter came home thousands of miles away and asked me if I would return home? Geese crow in the sky with red leaves, people are intoxicated in the field of yellow flowers, and banana rain sounds in autumn dreams.
(The biting west wind seems to be blowing letters written by family members, asking me when I can go back? Wild geese are flying over the autumn forest full of red leaves, far away from home A wanderer lying drunk in a garden where autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom. In his homesick dream, he vaguely hears the sound of autumn rain hitting the plantains. )
——Zhang Kejiu's "Qingjiang Yin·Autumn Huai"
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The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in Changting.
(The red leaves rustled in the evening breeze, and I drank a ladle of other wine in the pavilion.)
——Zhang Kejiu's "Qingjiang Yin·Autumn Huai"
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Thirty miles away from the mortal world, white clouds and red leaves linger.
(This autumn color separates the world thirty miles away. The white clouds in the sky and the red leaves in the mountains are leisurely. How intoxicating is this quiet autumn color!)
——Zhu Xi's "Autumn Moon"
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Whoever is busy is destiny. West Wind Yima. Falling Moon Book Lamp. The road to Shu is difficult in the blue sky, and the red leaves in Wujiang are cold. The two words of fame and fame are often looked at in the mirror, and people will not be spared the gray-haired stars. Diao Ziling, thinking of the eagle in the season of water shield, laughing at me drifting away.
(Who are you working so hard for? Could it be destiny. The west wind is bleak, the thin horse is jolting, and the book is accompanied by a dim lamp under the setting moon. The road to Shu is so difficult that it is difficult to climb to the blue sky, and the red leaves are all over the mountain and the Wujiang River is bleak. . For those two words of fame, the years are not forgiving, and the people in the mirror have gray hair. Ji Ying, who is fishing, will definitely laugh at me.)
Zhang Kejiu's "Putian Le·Autumn Embrace"
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The slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are full of dusk. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, where the pavilion is ascended, and the fragrance of Zhuyu falls.
(The irresistible autumn light is slowly disappearing, and the red leaves on the stairs are falling into the twilight. The Double Ninth Festival is coming again. When I climb to the high platform and waterside pavilion and look far away, I can see the fragrance of cinnamon dogwood falling everywhere.
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——Li Yu's "Xie Xin'en·Ran Ran Qiu Guang Can't Keep"