an autumn evening in the mountains Tang Wang Wei
after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat.
and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?
Mountain Walk (Tang) Dumu
Far away, the stone path of Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and the white clouds give birth to a family.
stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers.
Zhang Ji, a night-mooring near maple bridge
frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing for fire, sleeping in sorrow.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship.
The wind (Li Qiao)
can shed three autumn leaves and bloom in February. Scraping the surface of the river can lift the thousands of feet waves, blowing into the bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
Tang Li Bai, North Building of Xie Tiao, Xuancheng, Qiu Deng
In the picturesque river, the mountains look at the clear sky.
the rain catches the mirror, and the double bridge falls the rainbow.
the orange pomelo is sparsely populated, and the old phoenix tree is autumn.
whoever goes to the north building will be grateful to the duke in the breeze.
on Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autumn to Zhang Tang Meng Haoran
on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace.
and now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.
the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear.
I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers, resting on the sand till the ferry returns.
there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon.
I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival. 2. Ancient poems describing autumn mountain scenery
an autumn evening in the mountains Tang Wang Wei after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. The bamboo forest is loud and clear, the laundry girl comes back, the lotus leaf jiggle want to go up and down the canoe.
and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends? Mountain Walk (Tang) Dumu is far away from Hanshan Mountain, and the white clouds give birth to a family. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Zhang Ji, frosty night, a night-mooring near maple bridge, Jiang Feng, fishing and sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell arrives at the passenger ship. The wind (Li Qiao) sheds three autumn leaves and can bloom in February. Scraping the surface of the river can lift the thousands of feet waves, blowing into the bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
Tang Li Bai, North Building of Xie Tiao, Xuancheng, Qiu Deng, is picturesque in the Jiangcheng River, with mountains overlooking the clear sky. Rain caught the mirror, double bridge fell the rainbow.
the orange pomelo is sparsely populated, and the old phoenix tree is autumn. In addition to me, who will think of the Xie tiao north tower, to meet the autumn wind, miss Xie?
on Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autumn to Zhang Tang Meng Haoran on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace. And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.
the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear. Visitors to the village on the hill, walk through the beach and sit at the ferry rest and rest.
there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival. 3. Poems describing autumn mountain scenery
an autumn evening in the mountains Tang Wang Wei after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. The bamboo forest is loud and clear, the laundry girl comes back, the lotus leaf jiggle want to go up and down the canoe.
and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends? Mountain Walk (Tang) Dumu is far away from Hanshan Mountain, and the white clouds give birth to a family. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Zhang Ji, frosty night, a night-mooring near maple bridge, Jiang Feng, fishing and sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell arrives at the passenger ship. The wind (Li Qiao) sheds three autumn leaves and can bloom in February. Scraping the surface of the river can lift the thousands of feet waves, blowing into the bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
Tang Li Bai, North Building of Xie Tiao, Xuancheng, Qiu Deng, is picturesque in the Jiangcheng River, with mountains overlooking the clear sky. Rain caught the mirror, double bridge fell the rainbow.
the orange pomelo is sparsely populated, and the old phoenix tree is autumn. In addition to me, who will think of the Xie tiao north tower, to meet the autumn wind, miss Xie?
on Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autumn to Zhang Tang Meng Haoran on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace. And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.
the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear. Visitors to the village on the hill, walk through the beach and sit at the ferry rest and rest.
there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival. 4. Poems about Mountain Scenery in Autumn
an autumn evening in the mountains Tang Wang Wei after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. The bamboo forest is loud and clear, the laundry girl comes back, the lotus leaf jiggle want to go up and down the canoe.
and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends? Mountain Walk (Tang) Dumu is far away from Hanshan Mountain, and the white clouds give birth to a family. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Zhang Ji, frosty night, a night-mooring near maple bridge, Jiang Feng, fishing and sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell arrives at the passenger ship. The wind (Li Qiao) sheds three autumn leaves and can bloom in February. Scraping the surface of the river can lift the thousands of feet waves, blowing into the bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
Tang Li Bai, North Building of Xie Tiao, Xuancheng, Qiu Deng, is picturesque in the Jiangcheng River, with mountains overlooking the clear sky. Rain caught the mirror, double bridge fell the rainbow.
the orange pomelo is sparsely populated, and the old phoenix tree is autumn. In addition to me, who will think of the Xie tiao north tower, to meet the autumn wind, miss Xie?
on Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autumn to Zhang Tang Meng Haoran on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace. And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.
the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear. Visitors to the village on the hill, walk through the beach and sit at the ferry rest and rest.
there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival. 5. sentences describing autumn mountain scenery
In autumn, you must go to the hills to see the mountains are all red and the forests are all dyed.
I like the autumn sun in the afternoon, facing the warm sunshine, sitting alone on the hillside with sparse trees. Colorful leaves, or hanging on branches or flying in the air, are shining with light colors, dancing their elegant spirituality gently with the melodious wind chimes, giving you a pleasure of wanting to fly and sing.
The tender sunshine holds up the colorful life journey. Under the distant sky and white clouds, a pure girl is washing her clothes by the river in her hometown. The sparkling waves reflect her youthful bodybuilding, and the intoxicating sunset is full of her charming smile. Autumn is really a beautiful picture.
The sun is setting, the autumn wind is rustling, the flute is sounding, and the reeds are flying. The lake is blue, the beach is quiet, the melons and fruits are fragrant, and the moon is hanging high.
In the orchard, apples are smiling beautifully, and clusters of grapes are like crystal agate. Oranges and pears, you squeeze me and touch me, vying for people to pick them; Pomegranates also grinned when they saw this happy scene. Pomegranates were like sparkling gems. Full of rice, the farmers' hopes are dyed yellow.
Like the golden autumn sun, it hangs on my parents' dark faces, and when sweat drops, my dream begins to fly from my parents' shoulders ... The bees are humming thanks after picking honey from the flowers; The leaves were cooled by the breeze and whispered thanks. To repay kindness, learn to be grateful. Hard work is your best reward for your parents.
Autumn is the most mature scenery. Let's cherish our youth from now on, and don't wait until we grow old. Just because of the transparent beauty of autumn, the core of our life can become brilliant and bright.
there are no mountains in my hometown. The broad and flat land gave birth to the magnanimous mind of rural people.
Once, the soft sunshine in the morning grazed freely on the quiet land, and the smell of heading wheat and cauliflower overflowed from the fields. The men who put down their farm tools and lit inferior cigarettes squinted and were intoxicated.
honest, branded on a dark face, pure in a simple smile. In their bones, there is only the simple philosophy of labor.
autumn is in the Woods. The Woods are yellow.
The leaves of ginkgo trees turn yellow and float to the mother's feet, just like handfuls of small fans, which one to fan away the summer heat. Autumn is the beauty of fallen leaves. After a gust of rustling wind blows, summer has gone and autumn has come.
The leaves turn from dense to yellow, and then fall. This is a process, but it is also very beautiful.
I am walking on the mountain road, and the dead leaves that fall densely pave a golden road. Walking in it, my body and mind seem to be integrated with nature. I picked up a fallen leaf, and the yellow leaf was slightly blue.
In the garden, many flowers have withered, but only chrysanthemums are still blooming. They are colorful, including purple, yellow, white and turquoise, nodding frequently in the autumn wind.
Turn over a page of smooth and lingering piano music, the flying red leaves dance under the vast and distant blue sky, Qiu Chan sings softly by the graceful river, the moonlight touches the sparkling water, and autumn waters tell people the fate of past lives in dotted nights ... In autumn, you must go to the poplar forest to appreciate the unique freedom and aloofness in nature. () Walking in the middle of the trunk, stepping on the soft golden leaves, there will be waves of nostalgia in my heart.
Then open yesterday's diary, and you will remember a memorable past. If you are tired from walking, just lean against the tree for a while, and a solid feeling will slowly pour into your heart, which is strength and strength.
autumn is in the fields. The fields are golden yellow.
from a distance, the paddy field in Huang Chengcheng looks like a golden carpet. When I came to the countryside, I saw a large area of golden rice. When the autumn wind blew, the rice swayed with the wind, just like the waves of the sea, wave after wave.
In the orchard, the fruits are all ripe. Huang Chengcheng's fragrant pears, red apples and orange oranges all fall on the branches, bending them. The golden leaves beside the road paved a "golden avenue". The leaves reluctantly left the branches and danced lightly in the air like butterflies.
The branches are lonely, just like an old grandfather who has lost all his hair ... When the weather is getting cold and the earth is getting stiff, and the once green and vigorous posture is getting old and yellow in the autumn wind, he supports the gaunt with tenacity and righteously resists the attack of wind and frost; When everything faded and life was gradually depressed, he showed the tenacity of life for the earth.