1. What are the poems in the Book of Songs that contain the word "leaf"
What are the poems in the book of poems that contain the word "leaf"
1. "Treading on the Shasha·Blue Sea" "No Waves"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Shu
There are no waves in the blue sea, but there is a road in Yaotai. After thinking about it, we both flew away. At that time, I said goodbye to my beloved, and I knew where the mountains were and the rivers were far away. The fine mat gathers the dust, and the fragrant boudoir covers the fog. Who can attach the small characters on the red paper? The tall buildings look like dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are covered with rustling rain.
2. "Ode to History"
Era: Wei and Jin Author: Zuo Si
The pines at the bottom of the stream are gloomy, and the seedlings are separated from the mountains.
Use the stems that are an inch in diameter to shade this hundred-foot strip.
The worldly king is in a high position, and he is handsome and humble in his subordinates.
The terrain makes this happen, and it has a long history.
Jin Zhang borrows old business, Qi Ye Er Han Diao.
Isn’t Mr. Feng a great man?
3. "The Journey of Beauty"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu
The weather was new on March 3, and there were many beauties by the water in Chang'an.
The attitude is strong, the meaning is far-reaching and true, and the texture is fine and even.
The embroidered clothes shine in the late spring, and the golden peacock and silver unicorn frown.
There is nothing on the head, the green leaves are hanging down from the temples.
What can you see from the back? The beads press the waist to keep the body in shape.
He went to Zhongyunmujiao's housemate and gave him the name Guo and Qin, a great country.
The purple camel's peak emerges from the green cauldron, and the water essence is coiled with plain scales.
The rhinoceros chopsticks have not been used for a long time, and the rhinoceros knife cuts through the empty space.
The flying eagles in Huangmen are immovable, and the royal chefs are constantly sending eight delicacies.
The mournful chanting of flutes and drums evokes the feeling of ghosts and gods, and the guests and guests are mixed and happy.
Later, the pommel horse was patrolling, and Dangxuan dismounted and entered Jinyin.
The poplar flowers and snow fall covering the white apples, and the bluebird flies away with the red scarf in its mouth.
The popularity is extremely high, so be careful not to get angry in front of the Prime Minister.
4. "Spring in the Jade House"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao
Back then, I believed that love was priceless, and Taoye stood in front of me to say goodbye.
The blushing mood is like plum makeup, and the eyebrows are as green as the moon painting.
When he came, he fell drunk under the flag pavilion, and he knew who was helping him to get on the horse.
I recall that I used to use all the lights at the fifth watch, but I don’t remember how many words I had to say before the break.
5. "Treading on the Shasha·The Path is Red and Sparse"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Shu
The path is red and sparse, and the suburbs are full of green.
The trees on the high platform are somber in color.
The spring breeze does not let go of the poplar flowers,
The mist blows at the faces of passers-by.
The orioles are hidden in the green leaves, and the swallows are separated by the red curtains.
The incense in the stove is quietly turning on the gossamer.
When I woke up from a sad dream,
The setting sun shone deep in the courtyard. 2. What are the poems and poems containing the word "leaf"
What are the poems and poems containing the word "leaf" 1. "Treading on the Shasha·Blue Sea without Waves" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Shu The blue sea has no waves, Yao There is a road to Taiwan.
After thinking about it, we flew together. At that time, I said goodbye to my beloved, and I knew where the mountains were and the rivers were far away.
The fine mat gathers the dust, and the fragrant boudoir covers the fog. Who can attach the small characters on the red paper?
The sky is full of high-rise buildings, and it is almost dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore tree are covered with rustling rain. 2. "Ode to History" Year: Wei and Jin Author: Zuo Si The pines at the bottom of the stream are gloomy, and the seedlings on the Lili Mountain are distant.
Use the stems that are an inch in diameter to shade this hundred-foot strip. The worldly king is in a high position, and he is handsome and humble in his subordinates.
The terrain makes this happen, and it has a long history. Jin Zhang borrows old business, seven leaves Er Han Diao.
Isn’t Mr. Feng a great man? 3. "The Journey of Beauties" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu The weather was new on March 3rd, and there were many beauties by the water in Chang'an.
The attitude is strong, the meaning is far-reaching and true, and the texture is fine and even. The embroidered clothes shine in late spring, and the golden peacocks and silver unicorns frown.
There is nothing on the head, the green leaves are hanging down from the temples. What you can see from behind is that the beads are pressed against the waist and the body is stable.
He went to Zhongyunmujiao's housemate and gave him the name Guo and Qin, a great country. The peak of the purple camel emerges from the green cauldron, and the water essence is coiled with plain scales.
The rhinoceros chopsticks have not been used for a long time, and the rhinoceros knife cuts through the empty space. Huangmen's flying eagles can't move, and the royal chefs come to deliver eight delicacies.
The mournful chanting of flutes and drums evokes the feeling of ghosts and gods, and the guests and guests are mixed and happy. Later, when the pommel horse was patrolling, Dangxuan dismounted and entered Jinyin.
The poplar flowers and snow fall covering the white apples, and the bluebird flies away with the red scarf in its mouth. The popularity is overwhelming, so be careful not to get too close to the Prime Minister's anger.
4. "Spring in the Jade House" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao believed that love is priceless, and Tao Ye stood in front of him to discuss the farewell night. The blushing mood is like plum makeup, and the eyebrows are as green as the moon painting.
When he came, he fell drunk under the flag pavilion, and he knew who was helping him to get on the horse. I recall that I used to light up all the lights at the fifth watch, but I don’t remember how many words I had to say before the break.
5. "Treading on the Shasha·The Red and Thin Paths" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Shu The red and thin footpaths are everywhere, the green suburbs are full of green, and the trees on the high platform are dark in color. The spring breeze cannot lift the poplar flowers, and they flutter in the faces of passers-by.
The orioles are hidden in the green leaves, the swallows are separated by the red curtain, and the incense of the stove is quietly turning on the gossamer. When I woke up from a sad dream, the setting sun shone deep in the courtyard.
3. What are the poems about leaves?
The Book of Songs Gourd Leaves
Flags and banners gourd leaves, which are harvested. A gentleman has wine, so he can taste it.
If there is a rabbit with a head, it can be burned 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.
The Book of Songs: There are bitter leaves on the beetle.
There are bitter leaves on the beetle, and the benefits are profound. Deep is severe, shallow is exposed.
There are rivers and rivers flowing, and there are pheasants and pheasants singing. The rails are not wet when the economy is full, and the pheasants cry in search of their mates.
The geese are singing and the sun is rising. If a scholar returns to his wife, the ice has not yet melted.
Recruiting boats, people are involved. Whether a person is involved or not, he must be my friend.
Early Autumn Guesthouse Du Mu
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is startled by autumn.
I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about the guests every year.
Where do we end up leaving? How long will it last?
Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free.
Fallen Leaves Kong Shaoan
In early autumn, the leaves fall, falling like a guest’s heart.
Fanfei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.
He Du Lu's "Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi
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 that does not wait 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.
One Leaf Falls by Bai Juyi
The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen.
Cold and temperature, as well as the rise and fall, are related to the exterior and interior.
Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves.
Don’t say it’s falling, it’s starting from now on.
Watching the red leaves while drunk Bai Juyi
The autumn trees stand in the wind, and the wine lasts for many years.
The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, it is not spring.
Sophora japonica leaves are harvested coldly by Du Fu
The green and tall locust leaves are harvested and sent to the Chinese chef. New noodles come to the market, and they are all delicious.
If you are too mature to enter the capital, you will have no desire to add a meal. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included.
The meridian teeth are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu.
The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small and the algae are bright.
In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed.
On a moonlit night, cold dew can be seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree Dai Cha
On the leaves of the sycamore tree, the white dew of the moon 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.
One leaf fell, Li Cunzhen
One leaf fell, and the pearls and foil were wiped.
At this time, the scenery was desolate.
The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain.
Blowing the curtain, thinking about the past.
Lotus Leaf Li Qunyu
The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew.
Plant in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.
The banyan leaves in Liuzhou in February have all fallen off. Liu Zongyuan
The official affairs and thoughts are desolate, half-spring turns like autumn.
After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the banyan leaves fill the courtyard with the cries of orioles.
Red Leaves Luo Yin
But beside the deserted city, the evening light shines brightly.
The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain.
Wandering on Baling Road, beauty Changxin Palace.
Waiting for the end of the year, there is endless hope.
Fallen leaves Qi Ji
It’s late in autumn, and you can see your neighbors outside the window.
No one in the world is 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.
Fallen Leaves Wang Jian
The old green is in different directions, and the first red has overlapped.
The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree.
Red Leaves Wu Rong
The dew-stained frost dries lightly, and turns bright in the setting sun.
The harmonious smoke falls in the nine-autumn colors, and the love spreads thousands of miles along 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.
Looking at the yellow leaves in Yuezhou, 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.
Frost leaves fly thousands of miles away
The clouds hang down to the ground, the smoke from the embankment is heavy, and Yan Hong makes his first trip to the river. The dew lotus leaves, the wind and the willows are sparse, and the terraces and pavilions are still quiet. Hate pulse pulse, separation love resentment dawn. Lovesick soul dreams on a small screen.
The tired guest collects his clothes, dust flies all over him, and the jade mirror shines shamefully. Infinitely quiet streets and secluded streets, pursuing pleasure and seeking rewards, arriving first before others leave behind. The young man's thoughts turned empty, and Kuang Lao came to embrace him. All the green leaves and red flowers have passed. The sound of separation was relaxed and tidy at that time. Ask about the beauty, from being haggard, to reducing the waistline, how much like a man. 4. What are the poems containing leaves?
On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts each one. Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves. The arrowhead's leaves have rotted and she has left Xiwan, and the lotus seeds have not bloomed yet. Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus slit to both sides of the face. Under the faint red shadow, there are green mountains, green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. The sky is blue, the leaves are yellow on the ground, the autumn colors are in waves, and the waves are green with cold smoke.
One leaf falls and you know the world is autumn. Intoxicated by the red leaves. Tang Bai Juyi. The autumn trees are blown by 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. Cold dew is seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree on a moonlit night. Tang Dai Cha On the leaves of the Xiaoshu tung tree, the white dew of the moon 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 all over the place, 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 leaf was attributed to 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 the leaves have fallen and the swallows have returned, and the mysterious hair has flowed eastward without a deadline. 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 make progress like a cone? 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 shines in the Toad Pavilion mirror by the riverside, and the green mountains in front of the threshold have lush 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 criticize officials for being clumsy in their opinions. They only pray to gods for their foolishness. The level of smoke in Sanwu creates thoughts, and I would rather go to the place where idle people are. Fallen leaves send Chen Yu by Han Yu, Tang Dynasty. Fallen leaves never change, and their broken canes never come back. 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. Lotus Leaf Tang Li Qun Jade 2 Roots are jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew. Sow seeds in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu. Inscribed on 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, which is shining in the evening. The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain. Wandering on Baling Road, the beauty Chang Xin Palace. Living leisurely at the end of the year, there is endless meaning. Fallen Leaves by Tang Qiji It’s also 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 on the trees, the evening breeze rustled. 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: Fallen Leaves, Tang Dynasty Sikong Shu. The frosty scenery threatens the leaves. At present, 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 crowd 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 by King Zhou of Tang Dynasty Su Lushuo is brittle, and the young girl is jealous and thin. On a cold day, the wind blows, and the leaves are dry and red. Fallen Leaves Tang Wuwu 3 The winding lanes are surrounded by red streams, and the depression chases the north wind. The remaining birds in the forest are gone, and the singing insects are floating on the water. The little stones are 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 they turn 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. On several nights, the shadows of birds are hidden in the moonlight, and the sound of cicadas is heard in every family. For a moment, I didn't feel much regret, watching the breeze cut the flowers. The leaves fall by Tang Wurong. The red shadow floats and the green shadow is faint. After saying a word, Lin Biao does not know where to go. 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 by 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. The water flows in several places, and the dusk 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 Xu Yin of the Tang Dynasty The green and green loom of a newly weaving maid 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 beauty of the face is complex." Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song. Lotus leaves by Zhenggu of the Tang Dynasty The water splashing on the boat is different from green, leaning against the threshold and the wind shakes the handle with fragrance. Thank you to the people of Huanxi for not giving up, and keeping the mandarin ducks covered in the rain. 5. What are the poems about leaves?
1) The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
—— Yang Wanli "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn" 2) Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. ——Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo? March 7th" 3) I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
—— He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows" 4) The world is a big dream, how many autumns are there in life? At night, the wind leaves are already singing. —— Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River? A Big Dream in the World" 5) These little officials in Caozhou County are always concerned about love.
—— Zheng Xie's "Painting Bamboo in the Weixian County Office to Present the New Year's Uncle Bao Dachengkuo" 6) Who thinks of the west wind and is alone in the cold, rustling yellow leaves close the window, meditating on the past and setting the sun. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand? Who cares about the west wind cooling alone" 7) The early sun on the leaves has dried up the rain, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts the load one by one.
—— Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu Zhe? Burning Agarwood" 8) There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves. ——Yan Shu's "Broken Arrangement? Spring Scene" 9) The fragrance of lotus leaves fades away, and the westerly wind stirs up the green waves.
—— Li Jing "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi? The fragrant lotus leaves are sold out" 10) The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is spread to both sides of the face. ——Wang Changling's "Two Lotus Plucking Songs" 11) The swaying Wu leaves bring out the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river stirs up the guest sentiment.
——Ye Shaoweng's "What I See in a Night Book" 12) The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall. ——Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan" 13) Plants and trees have their own hearts, so why ask for beauty! ——Zhang Jiuling's "Feelings of Encountering Orchid Leaves in Spring" 14) The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building.
—— Li Jing "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi? The fragrant lotus leaves are sold out" 15) The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky across the leaves. ——Du Fu's "Prime Minister of Shu" 16) The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again.
—— Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" 17) I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but in the end I am not a teenager. ——Liu Guo's "Tang Duoling? Tingzhou with Reed Leaves" 18) Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
—— Bai Pu's "The Sky is Pure and the Sand is Autumn" 19) I haven't realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the sound of autumn leaves in front of the steps has already begun. ——Zhu Xi's "Poem to Encourage Learning" 20) Yellow-leafed trees in the rain, white-headed people under the lamp.
—— Sikong Shu "Happy to Meet My Brother Lu Lun" 21) Fallen leaves of foreign trees, people alone at night under cold lights. —— Ma Dai's "Autumn Residence in Ba Shang" 22) The autumn leaves of Jinjing sycamore are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by the frost at night.
—— Wang Changling's "Long Faith and Resentment" 23) When the lotus leaves are growing, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them. ——Li Shangyin's "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn" 24) White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the red leaves are scarce in the cold weather.
—— Wang Wei's "In the Mountains" 25) The situation is high and the wind is late, and the yellow leaves are flying on the mountains. ——Wang Bo's "In the Mountains" 26) A song of labor explains boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids.
——Xu Hun's "Farewell to Xie Ting" 27) The sound of Wuye leaves and the sound of autumn, the sound of bananas and the sound of sadness, the third watch returns to the dream after the third watch. ——Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy? Night Rain" 28) One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky.
—— Wen Tingyun's "Geng Luozi? Jade Furnace Incense" 29) The fallen leaves are all over the empty mountain, where can I find traces of whereabouts? ——Wei Yingwu's "Send to the Taoist Priests in Quanjiao Mountain" 30) The red leaves and yellow flowers are late in autumn, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles.
—— Yan Jidao "Thinking of Faraway People? Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers, Late Autumn" 31) The tall buildings are full of dusk, and the sycamore leaves are covered with rustling rain. ——Yan Shu, "Treading on the Shasha? The Blue Sea Has No Waves" 32) Who knows that those who live in the forest will feel happy when they hear the wind and sit there.
—— Zhang Jiuling's "Encountering Orchid Leaves in Spring" 33) The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold, and I miss the red maple leaves. ——Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc? Yichuan Mountain" 34) A glass of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with drunken hibiscus.
——Bai Juyi's "Three Poems on Recalling the South of the Yangtze River" 35) The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail. ——Yu Xuanji's "Jianling Worry and Hope for Children's Peace" 36) The water splashing in the boat is different and green, leaning against the threshold, the wind swings the handle and the fragrance is fragrant.
—— Zheng Gu's "Lotus Leaves" 37) The strong wind has shed all the crimson leaves, and the green leaves have turned into shades and covered the branches. ——Du Mu's "Poetry of Sorrow" 38) Wild vegetables supplement the diet, and the sweet and tall grasshoppers are eaten, and the fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust trees.
—— Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems on Sorrow and Feelings? Part One" 39) The leaves are falling one after another and the fragrance is flowing. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Walking on the Street? Autumn Nostalgia" 40) The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden pot and the leaves become dust.
——Li Shangyin's "Gift of Lotus" 41) Tingzhou is covered with reed leaves. ——Liu Guo's "Tang Duoling? Reed Leaves Mant Tingzhou" 42) Thank you diligently for the red leaves, so that you can go to the world.
—— Xuanzong's "Inscription on Red Leaves" 43) The heavy frost is all the painstaking efforts, sprinkled on Qianfeng Qiuye Dan. ——Qi Jiguang's "Wangque Terrace" 44) Gradually I write about farewell. In the depth of this feeling, the red paper is colorless.
—— Yan Jidao "Thinking of Faraway People? Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers, Late Autumn" 45) If you don't believe in the storm, the rhombus branches are weak, and who will teach the moon dew that the osmanthus leaves are fragrant. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled? Heavy curtains go deep into the Mochou Hall" 46) The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shone on a lonely boat.
—— Meng Haoran's "An old trip to Guangling from Tonglu River". 6. What are the poems with the word "leaf" in the title?
I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Sitting in a carriage in the courtyard, loving the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.
A glass of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu and her two dancing drunken hibiscus, we will meet again sooner or later.
You see a boat floating in and out of the storm.
The blue sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, the autumn colors in waves, and the cold smoke and green on the waves.
The fallen leaves are fragrant, the night is silent, and the cold sound breaks.
Baochai is divided, peach leaves are crossing, and smoke and willows are darkening Nanpu.
The Yangtze River has sadly stagnated, and it will return thousands of miles away. The situation is high and windy at night, and yellow leaves are flying in the mountains.
A small boat with a light sail rolled up was temporarily anchored on the south bank of the Chu River.
The golden breeze is thin, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are falling.
The late rain has not destroyed the palace trees, but the poor leaves still hold the cicadas.
The red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles. 7. Ancient poems about leaves
The peach is young, and its leaves are pure.
-Book of Songs The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. -Fan Chengda I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
- He Zhizhang The willow leaves are singing and the green is dark, and the lotus flowers are red in the setting sun. -Wang Anshi The lotus leaf skirt has been cut, and the hibiscus is spread to both sides of the face.
-Wang Changling The lotus is still sad and hot at dusk: its lower surface is hidden deep in the green umbrella. -Yang Wanli The rice flowers and water chestnut leaves are full of flowing waves, and the autumn colors are like the sunset.
-Zhao Zhixin In early autumn, the fallen leaves startle, and they drift like the hearts of guests. Under the Xiaoxiaoqiu forest, a leaf suddenly leaves.
The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring. On the leaves of Xiaoshutong, the moon is white and the dew has just begun.
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is in autumn. This is the middle and ancient times. There are also authors: Era: Yuan Dynasty Author: Xu Zaisi Works: Water Fairy Night Rain Contents: The sound of Wuye leaves and the sound of autumn, A little bit of banana and a little sadness, After the third watch, I return to my dream.
The lanterns have fallen and the chess and flowers have not been collected. I sigh that the people in Xinfeng Gutuan are left behind. The worries of the two elders in Jiangnan are all in their hearts after ten years of sleeping together.
Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Yang Wanli Works: Xiaochu Jingci Farewell to Lin Zifang Content: After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Work: Gaoyangyang Content: Carving marks on palace powder, falling shadows of fairy clouds, deserted bay with no one in the wild water. The incense is buried in the west stone, and the collarbone is connected with the golden sand.
Nanlou doesn’t hate playing the transverse flute, but hates the dawn wind thousands of miles away from the mountains. Half drifting, dusk in the court, the moon is cold and dry.
Shouyang Kongli Chouluan asked who mixed the chalcedony to secretly mend fragrant scars? The drizzle returns, and the solitary mountain is infinitely cold in spring. It's hard to find a clear soul after leaving the soul. Dream silk clothes are found by the stream.
The most melancholy, the singing birds are clear and the bottoms of the leaves are clear and round. Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Works: Miscellaneous Odes of Living on the Lake Contents: The garden wall has curved willow trees, and a light can be seen in the sky on the quiet mountain.
The lotus leaves are fragrant like clouds, and the boat is swaying into Xiling. 8. 10 poems about leaves
Lotus under the steps
---Bai Juyi
The shadows of the leaves spread like a moon, and the fragrance of the flowers blooms and spreads into the wind behind the curtain.
Residence in the Mountain
---Cao Ye
Sweeping leaves, making tea, picking leaves and books, my heart is dreamless and my window is empty at night.
Jingci sends Lin Zifang off at dawn
---Yang Wanli
The lotus leaves connecting to the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red against the sun.
Farewell at night in Wuzhong
---Bao Rong
Chu Ke thinks about the yellow leaves in autumn, and Wu Ji sings at night to stop the blue clouds.
Mountain hike
---Du Mu
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.
Ode to Willows
---He Zhizhang
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Nine Songs
---Qu Yuan
The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in the Dongting are under the wooden leaves.
Simulating ancient times
--- Tao Yuanming
The bright moon among the bright clouds scorches the leaves of China.
Folding Willows
--- Xiao Gang
The dense leaves prevent birds from flying, and the flowers fall late in the breeze.
Poem on Clothes
--- Liu Yun
Under the leaves of Gao wood in Liu Yun Pavilion, autumn clouds are flying in Longshou. 9. What are the poems about "leaves"
1. "Youth Travel: After the Double Ninth Festival"
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
After the Double Ninth Festival, the west wind becomes stronger, The leaves in the garden are in full bloom. Zhu Lan Xiangxiao, the hibiscus is charming, especially fighting for beauty.
Before the frost and under the moon, the slanting red and light stamens are bright and want to rejuvenate. Don't divide the calyx easily. Give it to your loved one.
2. "Playing with the new garden tree, chanting the sentiments"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
In early April, the new leaves are overcast. The shaking scenery is beautiful and the covered courtyard is deep.
Is there anyone here who has nothing to do? Not only can you play with things, but you can also relax your clothes.
Sometimes I talk to Taoists, or listen to poets. The spring is full of fragrance and there are many singing birds at night.
Occasionally find a quiet and leisurely place, and then forget the worldly mind. To realize that the true hermit does not need to be in the mountains and forests.
3. "Two Poems of Autumn Thoughts"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Ya
The coolness of the Internet Xuan blows the light clothes, and the jade leaks are heard even longer at night.
The Tianhe River becomes wet every month, and magpies are startled by the frequent flying of autumn leaves.
Gonglian Taiye sees Cangbo, and the heat of summer is slightly reduced, but the mood of autumn is more.
The breeze picked up all night, and the dewdrops filled the lotus pond.
4. "Tong Li Yi Shang Qiu"
Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun
When old, the head is white, and in autumn, the leaves are yellow.
I scratch my head towards the yellow leaves and feel sad with you.
5. "Sending a Friend in the Autumn Twilight"
Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao
The lonely Guanhe River is at dusk, and the leaves are low in the frost wind.
Far away from the sky, the cold sun sets on the west peak.
Aspirations are lost in the mist, but time is lost in homelessness.
Qingxiao talks about Baige, which has been lost for ten years.
6. "Cool Night in the Front Garden"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The color of the dew mat is like jade, and the wind creates shadows like waves.
Sitting there and worrying about the falling leaves, there are many bright moons in the courtyard. 10. What are the poems about leaves?
The Book of Songs Gourd leaves, flags and banners, gourd leaves, pick them and prosper. A gentleman has wine, drink it and taste it.
If there is a rabbit with a head, it can be burned with a cannon. If a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words. If you have 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. The Book of Songs: There are bitter leaves in the pots. There are bitter leaves in the pots, and the benefits are profound.
The deep is severe, the shallow is revealing. There are rivers and rivers, and there are birds and pheasants singing.
The track is not wet when the money is abundant, and the pheasants cry for their mates. The geese are chirping, and the sun is rising.
When a scholar returns to his wife, the ice has not yet melted. Recruiting boats, people are involved.
Whether a person is concerned or not, he must be my friend. Early Autumn Guest House Du Mu The wind blows a leaf, and everything is startled by autumn.
I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about the guests every year. Where to leave? How long will it last? Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free.
Fallen Leaves by Kong Shaoan In early autumn, the leaves fall, falling like a guest’s heart. 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 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.
One Leaf Falls By Bai Juyi The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen. Cold and temperature, as well as prosperity and decline, are related to the exterior and interior.
Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves. Don't say it's falling slightly, it's starting from now on.
Drunken by the Red Leaves Bai Juyi The autumn trees stand 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.
Sophora japonica leaves are harvested coldly by Du Fu. The green and tall locust leaves are harvested and sent to the Chinese chef. New noodles come to the market, and they are all delicious.
If you are too mature to enter the capital, you will have no desire to add a meal. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included.
The meridian teeth are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu.
The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small and the algae are bright.
In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed.
On a moonlit night, cold dew is seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree. 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.
One leaf falls by Li Cunzhen. One leaf falls, and the leaves are wiped with pearls and foil. At this time, the scenery was desolate.
The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain. Blowing the curtain, thinking about the past.
Lotus Leaf Li Qunyu The root is jade in the mud, and the heart bears the dew. Sow seeds in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.
Liuzhou’s banyan leaves have all fallen in February. Liu Zongyuan’s thoughts on official affairs are desolate, half-spring turns like autumn. After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the banyan leaves are all over the garden and the orioles are singing.
Red Leaves Luo Yin But beside the deserted city, the evening light shines brightly. 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 Qi Ji 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.
Fallen Leaves Wang Jian 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.
Red leaves Wu Rong The dew-stained frost-dried flakes are light and turn 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.
Looking at the yellow leaves in Yuezhou, Zhang said: Look at the yellow leaves with a white head, and look at the complexion of the face. Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song.
Frost leaves fly thousands of miles away, the clouds hang down to the ground, the smoke from the embankment is heavy, and Yan Hong makes his first trip to the outside of the river. The dew lotus leaves, the wind and the willows are sparse, and the terraces and pavilions are still quiet.
Hate Maimai, separation and resentment. Lovesick soul dreams on a small screen.
The tired guest is collecting clothes, and the dust is all over him, and the jade mirror shines shamefully. Infinitely quiet streets and secluded streets, pursuing joy and seeking rewards, arriving first before others leave behind.
The young man's thoughts turned empty, and the old man came to embrace him. All the green leaves and red flowers have passed.
The sound of separation is in tune at that time. Ask about the beauty, from being haggard, to reducing the waistline, how much like a man.