1. What are the poems about autumn leaves?
One leaf falls and the world knows autumn!
The yellow-leafed trees in the autumn rain, the white-headed man under the lamp.
Sikong Qiluoxiang Red Leaves
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Yan Genre: Ci
Thousands of miles of frost, thousands of fallen trees in the forest, the cold beauty does not attract spring jealousy. The maple is cold in Wujiang, and the lonely guest sings a sad sentence. The boat is in the middle of the boat and the lonely village is surrounded by flowing water, like a way home surrounded by flowers and the setting sun. It's a deserted ditch and a desolate place. If you don't let go of your emotions, you can let go of your sorrows. Who asked about tired travel in Chang'an? I'm ashamed to see my declining appearance and borrow wine, it's like this. If you rely on new makeup, you will not be included in the Luoyang flower spectrum. In order to return to the wind, I dance in front of me and turn everything into thousands of rays of clouds. Remember the gloomy and green scenery all over the south of the Yangtze River, and the dark rain outside the window at night.
Qiluoxiang, red leaves
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Yisun Genre: Ci
The remaining pills from the jade pestle, the remaining color from the golden knife, re-dyed the lone tree in Wujiang. How many points of red lead, how many times of complaining about the autumn dusk. Shocked by old dreams, the green temples are lightly withered, complaining of new hatred, and the red lips are slightly noted. The most pitiable thing is that the fresh frost is blowing together, and the embroidered rong is jealous of the evening makeup. Thousands of forests are swaying and becoming less and less, why is the west wind old and beautiful, fighting for beauty like this. The remaining flowers in February are missing the car on the mountain road. Recognize it, the flowing water is in the deserted ditch, I am afraid that there are still some, and I send you loving words. But it is desolate, the sun is setting in the autumn garden, and the cold branches are dancing drunkenly. When the sycamore leaves fall in the rain of dawn!
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. (Cao Cao: "Guan Cang Hai")
2. The three autumn leaves fall, and the February flowers bloom. (Li Qiao: "Wind")
3. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")
4. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long Song Xing")
5. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from the Eastern Wu Dynasty. (Du Fu: "Quatrains")
6. The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the surface of the pool that has not been polished. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")
7. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, but I say that autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Poems")
8. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters the fireflies. (Du Mu: "Autumn Eve")
9. When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? (Li Yu: "Poppy")
10. I wanted to stop talking, but I said it was a cool autumn. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Nuer·Shu Bo Mountain Road") 2. Autumn Poems
Qiu Si Zhang saw the autumn wind in Luoyang City, and he wanted to write a book with great meaning.
I am afraid that I can’t finish my story in a hurry, and travelers return to Kaifeng before leaving. A poem describing autumn: "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" After the new rain in the empty mountains of the Tang Dynasty, the weather came late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Break free to Chun-fang, Sun-self to stay.
"Autumn Night Song" The autumn dew of King Wei Guipo of the Tang Dynasty was slightly light when he was born, and his clothes were already thin and thin. The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty room.
"Midnight Autumn Song" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes. The autumn wind cannot blow away, but there is always love between the two.
On what day when the barbarians are defeated, a good man will stop his expedition. "Ascend the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. In the picturesque river city, you can see the clear sky at dawn over the mountains.
The rain caught the bright mirror, and the rainbow fell on the twin bridges. The crowds are cold, the orange and pomelo trees are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind. "Staying at Jiande River" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.
The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people. Climbing Lanshan Mountain in autumn sent a picture to Meng Haoran of the Five Tang Dynasties. In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy.
Climb high only when we look at each other, and our hearts will fly away with the geese. Worry arises in the dusk, happiness arises in the autumn.
Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest. The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon.
Why should you bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? "Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty, silver candles painted the screen in the cold autumn light, and small fans fluttered at the flowing fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega. "Climbing High" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty. The wind is strong and the sky is high. The ape whistles in mourning, and the white bird flies back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by. Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.
Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy. "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. The dusk clouds are all overflowing with coldness, and the silver man is turning the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? "Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi's clear light thousands of miles away is unimaginable, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world.
Who has been garrisoning outside Long for a long time? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court? The old concubine who fell out of favor returned to the courtyard at night, when the old general did not go upstairs. The Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away from his knowledge.
Words describing autumn: "Su Mu Zhe" Fan Zhong of the Song Dynasty flooded the sky with blue clouds, yellow leaves on the ground, waves of autumn colors, and green smoke on the waves. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, except every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
"The Proud Fisherman" Fan Zhong of the Song Dynasty was flooded with water and the scenery was strange when autumn came. The geese in Hengyang left without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.
The ground is covered with frost. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
Era: Tang Author: Li Qiao Works: Wind Content: Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers bloom. Thousands of feet of waves are crossing the river, and thousands of bamboo poles are sloping into it.
Mountain Walk Du Muyuan went up the sloping stone path of Hanshan Mountain, and there were people living deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
A poem describing autumn "On the River in Autumn Evening" Liu Dabai's birds returning to their nests, even though they are naked, still carry the setting sun back. With a flip of the wings, the setting sun falls on the river; the white-headed reeds also turn into a flash of beauty.
(1923) "Pigeon" Hu Shi The clouds are clear and the sky is high, what a late autumn atmosphere! There is a group of pigeons playing in the sky. Watching them in twos and threes, going back and forth in circles, they seemed to be in a hurry - suddenly, the ground turned over and reflected the sun, and the white feathers lined the blue sky, which was very bright! (1918) "Autumn Morning" Farewell to Gengyu, on a dark night filled with stars and frost, I have endured the evil that cannot be washed away by holy water, and you have stepped on my back. Welcome, Dongshu, you are here again. Resurrected! In this last moment, I opened my eyes and hugged the sun's feet with both hands, watching the leaves tremble, the flowers dancing, and listening to the sound of the market, I was intoxicated until I shed tears of joy! (1934) "Cars in Shanghai and Hangzhou" Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Urgent! Urgent! A cigarette, a mountain, a few cloud shadows, a stream of water, a bridge, the sound of an oar, a forest of pine trees, a clump of bamboo, and red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, as clear and blurry as a dream, Blanking,—hurry, hurry, hurry! Is it the wheel or the time? It makes Qiurong grow old and makes her life grow old! (1928) "Whispers" Xu Zhimo listens to his affectionate and cordial chattering in the autumn rain in a first-class cold autumn pond, in a haggard autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, and on an autumn leaf that is about to turn yellow. Whispering, whispering about the love affairs and plots of Sanqiu, before gently blowing him into the autumn halo of the autumn water, swirling and half-turning, and following the autumn flow.
The whispers of the autumn rain, the sentiments of the three autumns, and the plots of love poems also fell into the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves, swirling and turning, and followed the autumn flow. (July 21, 1922) "Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo Autumn Moon! Who can withstand the romantic tickling of silver fingertips? I don’t believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea. I can’t help but caress them with their jade fingers, and they are lingering and crying there! That's it: the boring clouds and smoke, the beauty of the autumn moon, warmed my heart and cold eyes, and I put on light clothes coldly to participate in this happy marriage and funeral.
(October 6, 1922) "Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo is also in the moonlight, tonight, because we are all looking up - look at it, a plump and charming , rising from the clouds that were as black as mobs - they looked extraordinarily bright and round. It unfolds on the road, it floats on the water, it is immersed in the water bottom where the water plants are entangled like melancholy; it stares at the battlements of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its clarity, it touches the scattered In the tomb ruins outside and inside the city, amidst the constant calls of the old birds, old and new ghosts who want to see each other are standing close to each other like us, with their eyes shining, chewing the bone-chilling coolness: the lingering silvery poetry is like Star phosphorus on the water surface dances in the dew-filled sky.
Listen to the chants of the four fields - the eternal humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, darkness and darkness embracing fire and lightning, in this quiet autumn night and the autumn fields In the vastness, the greatness of "dissolution" unfolds a baby's smile in the depths of all subtleties! (October 1930) "Autumn Dream" Dai Wangshu's distant shepherd's bell shook the light leaves. The dream of autumn is light, it is the love of a graceful shepherd.
So my dream came quietly, but it carried the heavy weight of the past. Oh, now, I have some chills, some chills, and some blues.
(January 1931) "Frost Flowers" Dai Wangshu The frost flowers in September, the frost flowers in October, the pretty girls of fog, bloom at my temples. Decorating the autumn leaves, you decorate the monotonous death. The charming girl of fog, come and hairpin your beautiful flowers for me.
Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun no longer reignites the ashes of death. I watched the hair on my hair fall off.