1. Ancient poems about frost leaves
Seeing off guests on the Xunyang River on the first night, maple leaves and flowers rustling in autumn——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Tour"
Parking Sitting in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers——Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"
The Ming Dynasty hung up the sails, and the maple leaves fell one after another——Li Bai's "Night Mocking in Niuzhu Nostalgia" < /p>
Thousands of maple leaves cover thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the evening sails——Yu Xuanji's "Jianling is sad and wishes for peace"
I paint the long blue river water, and I love the sad maple leaves on the evening pavilion. ----Tang Yin's "I Love Autumn Fragrance"
Mountain Walk
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping,
White clouds There is a family in the depths.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night,
The frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February.
Five poems about maple
< p> Author: Li He Year: TangThe autumn water on the stone roots is bright, and the autumn grass on the stone bank is thin.
The wild bamboo is fragrant, and the hibernation is thick in the wild.
When Cen Zhongyue returns, the toad light hangs in the sky and shows.
The osmanthus dew meets the fairy, and the clouds are dancing under the stars.
The desolate gardenia falls, and the mountain weeps clear.
< p> Below is Zhang Zhongwei, whose bookcase is about to decay.Xiangshan
The rain makes the pines green,
The frost dyes the maple leaves red.
The wind blows and the white clouds move,
Sending tenderness thousands of miles away.
The maple on the river becomes a hero
The maple on the river is lush and lush, and cannot compete with the power of the pine tree.
< p> A leaf falls on the fisherman's house, the setting sun brings autumn colors.Bai Juyi sleeps at night in the autumn rain
The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen, and the frost leaves are all red.
Smell the moon in Jianglou at night Flute Liu Cang
Thinking of the bright moon and white waves, the sound enters the blue clouds and the maple leaves in autumn.
Huangfu Zeng on the Yushan Ridge
The autumn flowers look like snow, and the maple leaves Can't help but feel the frost.
Asking about the Song Dynasty passing through Mandong
The forest is dark with maple leaves, and the garden is fragrant with orange flowers.
Send Wang Changling to Lingnan Meng Haoran
Traveling far and near from the Dongting, the maple leaves startle the autumn early. 2. Ancient poems about frost leaves
The Xunyang River sees off guests the first night, the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Tour" Stop and sit in love It's night in the maple forest, and the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers - Du Mu's "Mountain Journey" The sails are hung in the Ming Dynasty, and the maple leaves are falling one after another - Li Bai's "Night Mooring in Niuzhu Nostalgia" The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the dusk Fan Chi----Yu Xuanji's "Jianling is sorrowful and wishes for peace" I paint the long blue river water, and love the sorrow of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion----Tang Yin's "I love the fragrance of autumn" Mountain travel to Tang Dynasty: Du Muyuan went up to Hanshan Mountain on a sloping stone path, with deep white clouds There are people everywhere. I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night. The frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February. Five poems about the maple. Author: Li He. Year: Tang Dynasty. The autumn water is bright on the stone roots, and the autumn grass on the stone bank is thin. The fragrance of wild bamboo invades the clothes, and the hibernation hangs thickly in the wild. When Cen Zhongyue returns, the toads are shining brightly in the sky. The cinnamon dew is facing the fairies, and the clouds are dancing under the stars. The desolate gardenias are falling, and the mountain jade is weeping and clear. Below is Zhang Zhongwei, who is about to rot on his bookcase. The fragrant mountain rain beats the green pines, and the frost dyes the maple leaves red. .The wind blows and the white clouds move, sending tenderness thousands of miles away. The maples on the river are majestic. The maples on the river are lush and lush, and cannot compete with the power of pine trees. One leaf falls on the fisherman's house, and the setting sun brings the autumn colors. Autumn rain sleeps in the white house at night, and the dawn is clear and cold. The frost leaves are all red on the steps of the river tower. On a moonlit night, I heard the flute, Liu Cang thought, and the white waves of the moon floated, and the sound entered the blue clouds. The maple leaves were in autumn. On the Yushan Ridge, Huangfu Zeng made the autumn flowers look like snow, and the maple leaves could not help but be frosted. Passing Man Cave, Song Zhiwen forest secretly met the maple leaves, and the garden was fragrant and covered with orange blossoms. Send it to Wang Changling Meng Haoran in Lingnan went to Dongting far and near, and the maple leaves startled the autumn early. 3. Poems describing frost leaves
The autumn wind blows in the blue sky, and the frost leaves rustle. ——Ming Dynasty·Chen Ruyan Three Miscellaneous Poems No. 2
The wind in Liuji ripples the fishing poles, and the cold weather in Songwu sweeps away the frost leaves. ——Liu Song of the Ming Dynasty, titled "Picture of Woodcutter Yitting in Huachuan"
There is no guard head, as light as a fallen frost leaf. ——Huang Yuqi of the Qing Dynasty Weeping Horse Wenzhong Gong
Looking at the frosty leaves on the chaotic peaks, the green teeth stepping on the coral, a pair of words and pens compete. ——Li Fu, Qing Dynasty, Frost Leaves Flying, Yu Taixueke asked for nine words, and responded with Hengpu Fu
The poplar wind swept through the frost leaves, and the green cypresses wept on the dew branches. ——Liu Ji at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty Winter Solstice
How can it be like the frosty leaves, the color of the old age. ——Twelve quasi-ancient poems by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty, seven of them
The wind is high in Zhejiang Province ①The water shocks the frost leaves, and the moon falls on the Yishan Mountain and weeps the dawn ape. ——Lin Jizhong, Song Dynasty, Mrs. Cheng's words
The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Being drunk with red leaves
The wind dances against the frost leaves, and the clouds are like rain on the mountains. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, writing while ill
There are new frost leaves on the sailing post road, and old clog marks on the ice and snow river. ——Chen Gongyin in the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty sent Li Dianchao to the north
Barking dogs frequently fall on frosty leaves, and roosting crows are constantly fighting on windy branches. ——In the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty, Yu Shi Ciyun Junhui early winter
The low-flying traveler hates to see the frost leaves, and the song writes about returning to Muchuan. ——Li Xianyong of the Tang Dynasty Rewarding Jinshi Qin Yongruo
Frost leaves float on the ancient trees, and snowflakes splash on the roaring waves.
——Li Yunlong of the Ming Dynasty Crossing the Antelope Gorge
There are frost leaves floating on the grass in the owl boat, and small fireflies are stationed beside the sand. ——Fang Qian of the Tang Dynasty Yu Xiucai Xiaochi
The wind blows in the darkness and drives the frost leaves, and the sweet-scented osmanthus falls outside the idle window in the late autumn. ——Wu Ruilong of the Ming Dynasty sent a message to Liu Liangqian on the moonlit night stream. Liangqian's poems were imitated by Wang Youcheng because of the last sentence.
Life in danger is like frost leaves, waiting for the strong wind. ——Song Dynasty Liu Chang and his younger brother came from the capital
The north wind shakes the frost leaves, and the maples fall on my tent. ——Zhang Ji, Ming Dynasty Yiyang presented to Zheng Mengling
Things in the past and present are like frost leaves, and the heart of heaven and earth is lonely and easy to shine in the twilight. ——Guo Fuji, Ming Dynasty Nine Days One
The brocade trees grow in the wind, the frost leaves sing, and the dew washes the moon wheel on the Yaotai. ——Hu Yinglin of the Ming Dynasty. In the ninth month of the leap month, I arrived at the Huaishang Baozhi Shengshui Department to invite the Department to gather two poems. No. 2
The trees have lost their frost leaves, and the high windows can see the distant mountains. ——Zongzhi of the Qing Dynasty, together with Xia Jingjiu, Xia Yuan Chang Lianshi, Yin Yu Cang Yun at the same time
The kitchen is full of frosty leaves, and the stove is filled with moss firewood. ——Qing Dynasty·Fashishan From Black Dragon Pond to Dajue Temple Part Three
From then on, the breeze stirred the frost leaves, and the old songs echoed in doubt. ——Contemporary·Cheng Bin Several Chapters
Frost leaves can be heard on the river road, and snowflakes shine on the sky gate. ——Chen Gongyin in the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty sent Wen Maochang
In the boudoir, I sent frost leaves and some tear-stained pills. ——Qu Dajun, Fuxiang in the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty, Chapter 14
Don’t ask about the frost leaves from the autumn water, but pay homage to the ancient moss in the cold plains alone. ——Xie Yuanbian of the Ming Dynasty, Mr. Zhenmu of the Ministry of Ancestors, No. 10
Reddish leaves with frost, picked for morning meal. ——Qu Dajun, late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty, Chrysanthemum No. 3
The strange man painted frosty leaves and wanted to divide the dyeing process into natural craftsmanship. ——He Shaoji, Qing Dynasty, a poem written by Yu Jian Zhongcheng and a poem about Hepo Gonghai City, two chapters in Cambodia.
In the morning, the leaves under the trees are burned with frost, and at night, they are boiled in the mountain tops and the moon springs are poured out. ——Xu Pei, Song Dynasty, Earth Furnace
Although the green shirt has frost leaves, it is better than the standing swan in the robe. ——Sun Yingshi of the Song Dynasty re-answered
The bright and beautiful frost leaves ①, beside the green pond. ——Liu An, Song Dynasty, Six Miscellaneous Odes of Xizhai, Part 2: Juniper
Sitting and watching the frightened birds save the frost leaves, I realized that there was an old dragon-pan stone urn. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, traveling to Baishui Mountain with his cousin Zhengfu
Broken valerian leaves are lined with frost, and slender buds are brushing the dew bushes. ——Su Song, Song Dynasty, and Diao Tui Guan Polygonum Flower Part One of Two Poems
In the deserted garden, there are piles of frosted leaves in silence. Why not hold an urn to irrigate vegetables every day? ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, Lao Huai
When autumn comes, you pick frosty leaves, which leave a lingering flavor when you chew them. ——Song Dynasty Su Che He Xianyu Zijun Yichang Official House Eight Ode Part Three Bai Xuan
There are no frost-free leaves in the late autumn on the empty steps, and I have written the Qing poetry on the bamboo. ——Song Dynasty Li Guang Seventh of Ten Miscellaneous Autumn Odes
The net is covered with withered frost leaves, and the fragrance is used to cleanse the source of medicine. ——Zhang Ding of the Tang Dynasty Small Pond in the Monk's House
If you don't care about the frost leaves, you can keep them drifting day and night. ——Lu Tong of the Tang Dynasty One of Three Winter Journeys
Separation is like frost leaves, and there are many people on the river. ——Xu Xuan at the end of the Tang Dynasty and the beginning of the Song Dynasty, sending honors to the Taoist priest in Jian'an
The road is slippery and the frost leaves are lost, and the clock is cold and wet. ① Dawn smoke. ——Yuan Dynasty Zhou Quan Laiyun Monk's House
The poem is covered with frost leaves, but there are no waves in the cave. ——Ma Zuchang, Yuan Dynasty, leisurely writing on the leaves
I danced my sleeves in front of me and turned over the frosty leaves. ——Feng Weina, Ming Dynasty. In autumn, I visited Fenghuang Mountain with Shao Gong.
The desolate altar is covered with frost leaves, and the empty pavilion is covered with ash. ——Liu Song of the Ming Dynasty Visiting Sanhua Mountain
The sticks invade the frost leaves, and the pots and cups fall into the path of flowers. ——On the 9th day of the Ming Dynasty, the Prime Minister of the District Guisi was with Jiao Ruohou, Zhou Jiping, Wu Huifu, Dong Xuanzai, Lin Zibozhuang, and Quan Liu Taishi, bringing wine to Xingde Temple, the back pool platform No. 2
The miserable wind blew against the frosted leaves, and the clouds were bitterly cold. suburb. ——The end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty·Wang Han's Five Ancient Poems Part 3
The world's infinite frost leaves remain, yesterday's green and today's red. ——Hu Yin, Song Dynasty He Qifu left an inscription on the wall
The crisp frost leaves are coquettish, and Zheng Wei is a strong tiger prison. ——Song Dynasty Shiju Jian Song Xianliang has seen it (Twenty Rhymes)
The wind and forest dance with frost leaves, and the wild water collects from the cold stream. ——Song Dynasty Cheng Gongxu Li Jinzhong traveled to Nanyanyun for the second time
The rustling leaves avoid the frost, and the birds are stopped in Lili Mountain ①. ——Liu Yun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties gave two poems to Wu Jun. Part 2 4. Who told me some poems about frost leaves
Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living where the white clouds grow.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are suddenly new.
It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring. There are rows of crimson tents, and red scarves are cut in disorder.
When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind. On a cool autumn night, an old man was at ease.
After the lights went out, I fell asleep to the sound of beautiful rain. The ashes warm the fire in the bottle, and the incense warms the quilt.
The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen. The frost leaves are full of red leaves and are falling in the dusk sky. The green maple leaves are sparse in frost. The lonely city is closed to the water, and a single bird flies with people on its back.
On the first day of the first month of the ferry, the neighbor’s fisherman has not returned. The heart of the country is desperate. Wherever the cold clothes are smashed, the roots of white clouds are brought out, and the moss traces grow.
The cold light shakes the tin, and the sparse shadows reveal the branches. The net is covered with withered frost leaves, and the fragrance is used to cleanse the medicinal source.
Bedo’s writing is ancient, so it is appropriate to translate it here. The plains near the sea are thin, and the people are naturally sparse.
During the seedling stage of millet, wax wine is used, and frosty leaves are the cold clothes. Who knows each other in the market? The fishermen and woodcutter return home at night.
There is no need to ask questions on horseback, for fear of gulls flying. Fuchunzhu in the southeast was once visited by Xie Gongyou.
Today Xisheng is leaving, it is the autumn of Xin'anjiang. The water is clear to welcome passers-by, and the frosty leaves fall on the boat.
I think of the sound of apes under the Red Pavilion feeling sad at night. Leave the wine to you and listen to the piano, it is embarrassing to be separated at the end of the year.
Frost leaves fall without wind, and autumn clouds are empty without rain. People are worried about the deserted villages, the roads are narrow, and the horses are timid and the cold streams are deep.
Looking at the independence of the green mountains, I know where to find each other. Qiuchi Pavilion.
The wind blows against the curtain of the dawn court. The frost leaves have not faded yet.
Half-frightened crow and magpie. Laughing at one's own fame and being weak-minded.
Seems to be alienated from the world. A lazy heart and lazy feet.
Easy to teach and idle. There is a solitary canopy under the frost leaves, and the boat is on the bank of the hanging poplar trees.
It is a sad time to say goodbye, but it is even more sad to say goodbye. Don't stay drunk until you're drunk, let the drunken master rest.
Don’t play the Zhu Xian when you are drunk, and worry about the wild geese. The cold rain and wind are desolate.
The clouds come and go, and the autumn clouds are thin for thousands of miles. Smiling against the jade fence and calling the white crane.
The smoke cage is full of moonlight and the sky is blue. The sound of bamboo shadows and pine trees sounds like yesterday.
If you are as drunk as the sky, who knows the origin of the word. The ground is covered with moss, frost, and fallen leaves.
How can I have fun if I don’t drink tonight. After a long absence from Qingyun Shi, it is natural to be a distinguished person.
It’s hard to get rid of worries, and it’s hard to move forward with hesitation. All the frost leaves have fallen, and it's often cloudy and snowy.
Returning to the mountain is limited, so how can I wait for the golden years? This mind is not one thing, just like writing a biography.
I have been away from my old country for many days, and my old friends are no longer young. Frost leaves fall from the empty nest, and fireflies penetrate the sparse water.
The monk stayed in the forest and sat in silence at midnight. The oak leaves are rustling and the reed wind is blowing. In front of the temple, I say goodbye to the returning guests.
The snowflakes on the Sanqiu bank are turning white at first, and the leaves in the forest are all red after a night of frost. The mountains are stacked, the sky is covered with clouds, the waves are far away, and the water of Wuyuan is connected to the sky.
I look back frequently on the leisurely travel list, and there is no longer the same half-verse verse as the pine window. I want to leave the pine moon and fall in love with my close friend, but I want to live in the hearts of many birds.
At the end of autumn, my hair turns white by the book window, and in the evening, there are green cens under the frost leaves. The sound of sharp cold wind on the river is far away, and the clouds on the high mountains are opening and the evening shadows are deep.
After farewell, the loneliness is endless, and the wild flowers and insects sing on the road. Ying Mo Ping Lin Yan Bie Xuan, we met and laughed at each other during our lifetime.
The low-flying traveler hates to see the frosty leaves, and writes about returning to the evening river. In the wild, Guyun always holds the sun, and the emperor Gaolang is originally in Mengquan.
How can I regret that the wind and thunder will come, and it will be the year of fish, dragon and martial arts. A stream of water turned clear again, and it took half a day to clear the small courtyard.
It occupies less than four or five feet, and only two or three stars in total. There are frost leaves floating on the grass in the owl boat, and small fireflies are stationed beside the fishing fire and sand.
Only then can one see the scale and know the dimensions, and know the vastness of the image of the ruler. The pines and oranges cover the Diaoji Island in pale yellow, and the livelihood in the early years has been lost in recent years.
I know that the wind and moon will eventually be hated, and it will be difficult for me to return home if I am poor. Passenger sails and wild geese are falling on the other shore, and frosty leaves are flying toward people in the evening.
The elves are here to help you, and you should laugh at nothing. If you follow the official on foot, your temples will fade easily due to hard work.
The return date is uncertain, and homesickness returns. I went to the front post in the rain, and crossed the broken bridge with the invading stars.
On Muling Road, the frost leaves are shimmering.