Jin yuan Wen Hao
Layers of leaves grow between the new branches of begonia, and the little buds hidden in them glow a little red.
Be sure to cherish your heart, don't bloom easily, let the peach blossom fan bloom in the spring of spring breeze!
Topic red leaves
Emperor Xuanzong of Tang dynasty
Why did Ah Shui leave in such a hurry, but he was so leisurely all day in the palace?
I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house.
Red leaves
Gao mingqi
Frost dyed Lin Hong, Xiao Qi in the sunset.
He once wrote Autumn Hatred, which flowed out of Shang Yang Palace.
Hanging branches
Ming anonymous
He Zhu
Dew, lotus leaf, pearl,
I'm obsessed with threading.
Who knew you were more flexible:
This side is scattered and round.
Friends who have no authenticity also turn with the wind.
i love qiu xiang
Yin Mingtang
I paint the ever-flowing blue river, and I love the maple leaf sorrow on the evening pavilion.
The autumn moon shines on the Buddhist temple, and cigarettes fill the front of the building.
Wu Ye R.
Yuan anonymous
Autumn is coming, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the cold geese fly south.
Buttonwood with yellow leaves. I'm so sad, the embroidered quilt is half empty.
Qingjiangyin
Yuan
It is best to have maple leaves in autumn, which are stained with the blood of orangutans.
Qiu Tian is brewed by wind, and Wu Jiangyue is soaked by frost.
Go to Red tomorrow!
Narcissus purpurea
Xu Yuan Zeiss
Accompanied by leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams.
Snuff chess game is not finished, sighing Xinfeng left alone.
After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.
Lakeside temple at dawn
Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Gaoyangtai
Wu Wenying in the Southern Song Dynasty
Palace powder carving marks, fairy clouds falling shadows, no one wild water shortage bay.
West stone buried incense, Jinsha clavicle connected.
Nanta doesn't hate playing the flute, and hates the breeze and mountains.
It's dusk in the courtyard and dry and cold on the moon.
Shouyang is empty and sad. Who can adjust chalcedony to cover up the fragrant scar?
The drizzle turns red, and the lonely mountain is infinitely cold in spring.
It is difficult for the soul to find a way out, but it is difficult to find a way out in the dream.
The saddest person, the enigmatic songbird, has clear and round leaves.
Living on the lake, singing miscellaneous songs
Jiangkui in Southern Song Dynasty
The garden wall is tortuous, so people can see Yi Deng in the quiet mountains.
Lotus leaves are like clouds, and boats roll into Xiling.
Sit at night
Zhang Lei in Northern Song Dynasty
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.
Philip Burkart people.
Yan Dao Ji in the Northern Song Dynasty
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?
Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
Pimp a butterfly
Liu Yong in the Northern Song Dynasty
Looking at the rain and clouds, I looked at Qiu Guang quietly.
The bleak evening scene made Song Yu sad.
The wind is light, duckweed is old, the moon is cold and the leaves are yellow.
Love hurts. Where are the old friends? Smoke and water are boundless.
Unforgettable cocktail party, several lonely moons, and repeated star frost.
The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang?
Reading Shuang Yan's hard-to-trust letters, returning home at dusk with no knowledge.
Look at each other in the dark. In the sound of the broken rainbow, the sunset stands.
Sudong xiaogong
Lin Bu in Northern Song Dynasty
Akiyama is endless, and Qiu Si is endless.
Red leaves flow in the blue stream and white clouds flow in the green forest.
In the shade of a bird, the crystal falls and the cicada scatters.
This night, banana rain, who smells the pillow.
Yujiexing
Fan Zhongyan in Northern Song Dynasty
The leaves are fragrant, and the night is silent and cold. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away.
Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears. I know what it's like to sleep alone.
This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
Akiyama
Tang zhangji
There are no clouds in the autumn mountains, the wind can return, and the moon is deep and the head is loose.
The stone bed in the thatched cottage is still, and the sound of dew falling between the leaves is heavy.
Jiangling is anxious to send his son to a safe place.
Yu in the Tang and Five Dynasties
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.
Lingbi swamp
Xue Tao in Tang Dynasty and Five Dynasties
Green algae float obliquely, and willow leaves lie clear.
When do you want to admire the head of the stream, turn to the diamond and transfer the boat?
Autumn tour to the capital, engraved in Tongmen Inn.
Xu Hun in Tang Dynasty and Five Dynasties
Maple trees rustle in the autumn night; After a night at Tongguan Station, I got my own bouquet.
A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range.
The color of the trees changes with the passage of time, and I can hear the river looking for the sea.
The land is bright and the moon is bright, but the dream is a woodcutter and fisherman.
Gong Yu beige tea station
Xu Yin in Tang and Five Dynasties
Tao Cheng got Wu Jun's tribute first.
Cleverly gouge out the bright moon and dye the spring water, and lightly apply thin ice to fill Lv Yun.
The ancient mirror is worn out, and the tender lotus culvert is exposed by the river.
It's good that the bamboo leaves in Zhongshan are fragrant and sick.
Shang shan Zao hang
Wen Tingyun in Tang and Five Dynasties
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
A poem for a Taoist priest
Wei Wuying in Tang and Five Dynasties
It's very cold in the county today, and I suddenly think of people who live in seclusion in the mountains.
You must collect firewood at Jiandi and cook some poor food when you come back.
I want to see you with a bottle of wine, so that you can get some comfort at night.
But autumn leaves are full of empty mountains. Where can you find your footprints?
In the mountains.
Wang Wei in Tang and Five Dynasties
The stream is clear, the sky is cold and the red leaves are thin.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
The Book of Songs
Zan Ye, the harvest is constant, and the gentleman has wine, so taste it as appropriate.
There is a rabbit head, a gun to burn, and a gentleman has wine, which can be offered as appropriate.
There is a rabbit head, which is burnt, and a gentleman has wine.
There is a rabbit head, a coke gun, and a gentleman has wine, and his words will be rewarded.
The Book of Songs has bitter leaves.
Gourd with bitter gourd leaves, to the deep water ferry river. Put down the skirt slowly, and lift it quickly.
The economic benefits are rich, and pheasants sing. The pheasant's water is not diving, and the pheasant hears it.
The geese are singing, and the sunrise has begun. If a man wants to marry a wife, he will get married before freezing.
Recruit boats, people get involved in Ang. You must be my friend whether anyone participates in Ang or not.
Tietongye
Don Dumu
Last year, Dong fell out of the old stream and attributed the title of Ye to Yan.
Jiang Lou gave Yan a present today, which was last year's topic.
Unfortunately, Ye returned to his hometown, but it flowed eastward without vitality.
Laugh and feast with melancholy, and the breeze leaves on the moon.
Zhuang Zuopeng's wound is in the same dream, and Tao Qian's life experience is in two stages.
Five colors and one pill become empty words, and it is even more doubtful that the stone is rotten.
A lot of money is like a piece of paper, why should it be as profitable as a cone?
The god of wealth is invincible, and the wine saint is a few to me.
Qiu Guang toad pavilion mirror by the river, with green eyebrows in front of the sill.
The bottle is light and full of chrysanthemums, and the eaves shadow obliquely invades half a game of chess.
Don't say that business trips are all thumbs, just pray that God is stupid.
Wu smokes third-class cigarettes and gives birth to thoughts. It is better to chat with idle people.
In the mountains.
Don
The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return.
The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.
Be related to ...
& lt 1 & gt；
Combination of leaves
From a little milky yellow to the sound of the wind
From stormy to leafy spring
How many green visions are implied?
How many first love hearts have been stirred?
No matter the long night in the starry sky
Whether it's an anxious day or an anxious day.
Let the monsoon attack around you.
Let the bright spirit and green wither.
From being together to dying to being apart.
The feeling of frost pervades the whole late autumn.
I don't know what is deeper in late autumn.
Who is the last reserve?
All sincere promises are hanging in the air.
Do you want to air-dry all the crystal cream?
No-just to see a dream.
A dream I had, a dream that reappeared as scheduled.
& lt2 & gt
Combination of leaves
Leaves fall gently.
Love slips away quietly.
unconsciously
It's late autumn
People are getting haggard.
The heart is slowly shrinking
What time?
Dead souls in hell
Find each other.
In the vast desert
What is pulling?
Get them close to each other.
tell me
How to find you
& lt3 & gt
Three young leaves are like three green birds,
Standing proudly on the stump.
The stump only grows green stems,
There are only three birds on the green trunk.
What a lovely little thing,
They also have to sing for the stump that was cut down.
Even if only these three green leaves shout to the world,
People always look forward to the deprived spring.
& lt4 & gt
Moonlight harvest, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and a leaf surprises autumn. We always think of something from the leaves of a certain season, such as late autumn. "The moon is cold and the leaves are yellow." "The leaves are fragrant, and the night is silent and cold." "Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward." Ancient literati always used leaves to express their feelings. What are you thinking when you walk quietly through the fallen leaves? In the face of a leaf, telling your inner joy or faint sadness, is your thought also endowed with the value of life and the philosophy of poetry?
& lt5 & gt
Maybe you have been wandering around the world, far away from your relatives or friends, or maybe you have been there. "The drooping leaves on foreign trees, the cold light of lonely lanterns at night". Then let this leaf take away your boundless thoughts and save your most sincere feelings. "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke on the waves." "I miss home and chase my thoughts unless I sleep and have a good dream every night." Is this a leaf talking? Looking at the leaves, maybe you will remember your childhood? Many people who talk about this leaf like you?
& lt6 & gt
Are the leaves fluttering in the wind a kind of sadness? Is it a kind of decline that leaves fall from branches? In fact, leaves are also an idea!
Leaves fall to the roots, how many wanderers are homesick?
Caring for a leaf is a profound and rich humanistic concern.
What a magnificent and sad realm of life,
Quite critical, how much fleeting time is involved? ...
Leaves in spring drive away the cold, leaves in summer cover the heat, leaves in autumn harvest gold, leaves in winter, but you have given birth to new life. ...
Leaves, enriched by personality; Leaves, colorful because of dedication;
Life is enriched by pursuit, and life is wonderful by struggle. ...
& lt7 & gt
Leaves don't fall only in autumn, Wang Xi.
I knew the truth of "autumn leaves know autumn" when I was very young. It seems that the greenness of trees should disappear naturally in late autumn. So I have always believed that life is a natural death, which is unshakable, just like the leaves of a tree wither naturally after autumn. Today, I am still far from the finish line.
One summer day, I went for a walk in the Woods alone, and a leaf brushed my face gently. It turned out to be green. So there was a trace of fear in my heart: it turned out that a lush leaf would fall in midsummer, and it turned out that leaves were not only in autumn.
I thought that when I was young, life was like walking for a long time, and I could listen to a beautiful piece of music repeatedly. When I was young, I seldom thought about what I should grasp or cherish in particular. Many things have been squandered, and many things have been abandoned, such as time, friendship, ideals and so on. Looking at the young figure in the sun, I have no regrets.
Generally speaking, life is regarded as a natural and perfect process, and the rings are slowly stitched together. This kind of person is passive, not active. Such people don't spend a short time creating something, but spend a long time waiting for something.
When I was young, if I thought life was a long-distance trip that could withstand casual delay, just like a summer leaf watching autumn leisurely, I thought I still had plenty of time. So, let's not say that this is a mediocrity. At least, I dare say that there will be no miracle in such a life, or that there will be no miracle at the age when miracles should occur.
Therefore, a leaf can germinate and turn green before the arrival of spring or wither after autumn, which is the continuation of life. So, shouldn't a person's life be like this?
& lt8 & gt
Bifurcated ginkgo biloba leaves
Author: Goethe
A tree with such leaves.
Move into my garden from the east;
It gives you a secret revelation,
For those who know, it is thought-provoking and inspiring.
It's a living object,
Split in your own body?
Or two people living together,
We see it as one?
Maybe I have found the right answer,
To answer such a question:
Don't you think that in my poem,
I am both me and you and me?