What are the poems about maple? 1. What are the poems about maple leaves?
Poems about maple leaves:
1, Jiangling is worried about sending her son to a safe place.
Don, Yu.
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.
2. Night berth near Fengqiao.
Don, people.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
3. hiking.
Don, Du Mu.
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
4. Listen to the flowing tones.
Tang, Wang Changling.
Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided.
The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep.
5, youth travel Lin Feng red through the evening smoke green.
Song Dynasty, Jie Jiang.
The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.
The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.
6, partridge day, maple leaves fall into the river, water falls into autumn.
Song Dynasty, Su Dong.
Maple falls into the river, water falls into the wild, and autumn falls. The faint smoke and rotten grass are connected with the hills in the suburbs.
Drunk sleep in Xiaowu Huangmaodian, dreaming of leaning on Hongye Building in Gaocheng.
It's a long day and a long road. Fan Song, Tang Zheng, waits for leisure.
Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Pu Yuan Furong Ye is sad.
2. Complete Poems about Maple Leaves
That night, I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's pipa trip.
Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.
Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".
Thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shadowy river bridges, and late sails —— More than Jiangling's Sorrow for Peace.
I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.
Travel in the mountains
Don: Du Mu
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
There are people in the depths of white clouds.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
Frost leaves are redder than February flowers.
Five songs about feeling maple trees
Author: Li Henian Author: Tang
The autumn waters in Shi Gen are bright, and the grass is thin on the rocky shore.
Invasion of wild bamboo incense, stinging and hanging wild thick.
When CenZhongYue came back, toad was hanging in the air.
Gui Lu made fun of Xian E and the clouds under the starry sky.
Desolate gardenias fall, and mountains cry.
And Zhang Zhongwei, if you put a book, it will be bad.
Fragrant Hill
Rain hits the pine trees,
Frost dyed the maple leaves red.
The wind blows white clouds,
Wan Li sends tenderness.
Far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
-Du Mu
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.
Bai Juyi stayed overnight in autumn rain.
The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
Xing Shan Dumu
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Send Zhou Zi to Lodi to meet Cen Can in Jingnan.
Orange blossoms in Shandian and new maple leaves in Jiangcheng.
On the moonlit night in Jianglou, I heard Liu Cang's flute.
Think of the bright moon and white waves, and sound the maple leaves in Yun Lan in autumn.
Yushanling Zuo Huang Fu Zeng
Autumn flowers are like snow, and maple leaves can't help frost.
Guo Man Dong Song Wenzhi
The forest is covered with maple leaves and the garden is covered with orange blossoms.
Wang Changling who sent Meng Haoran to Lingnan.
Dongting is far away, and maple leaves are in early autumn.
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
Looking at the oriental maple trees in the mountains, I had a trip to Chengdu.
At the west corner of Wumen, under the Red Mansion, you can see a maple tree at a glance.
Land tour in early winter
The maple leaves are perfect, but the plum blossoms are not fragrant.
A land tour in late autumn
Maple leaves suffer first, chrysanthemums don't hold.
Wen Zhiming Shanshui Gan Long
Go to the summer pine to shade the old, and order the autumn maple leaves.
Send Masuda back to Lu Xun.
Fusang is just like the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan.
In autumn in Jiangnan, chestnuts are as ripe as fists. Maple leaves are red, rosy, light reeds and white waves are flowing.
Fengxiang was in Hua Jing late, and Jinshan was in the shadow.
The red Ye Feng forest is full of tongues, and the yellow mud is wild and dances with chickens.
Frost-dyed crow maple is drunk in the sun, and cold rushes to Jinghe River with ice flow.
Wild geese fly high, the sun and the moon are white, and the green maple turns red in the frosty sky.
3. What poems or modern poems are there about "Maple"?
The poems about "Maple Leaf" are:
1. Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, fell asleep.
2. The maple forest is red and blue, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.
3. Maple leaves fall into the river, splash falls into the wild, and light smoke disappears into the mountains.
4. Jiang Feng is getting old, the court is half dry and full of red and green eyes.
5. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
6. On the river between the green maples, the autumn sails are getting dark, and there are only a few old trees beside the white God wall. The wise dynasty will now give more rain and dew. Don't hesitate to leave.
1. Maple leaves are generally palmately divided, with a length of 13cm and a width slightly larger than the length. The largest three leaves have several protruding teeth, the base is heart-shaped, the top is medium green to dark green, and the lower axils are hairy, which changes from yellow to orange or red in autumn.
2. The full text of the above poems is as follows:
(1) "Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing sleep." From Tang Zhangji's Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge: Sleeping on a Frosty Night with Jiang Feng's Sorrow. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
(2) "The maple forest is red and blue, and it is full of gulls. In the past 20 years, there has been no human bamboo, and it is still named after bamboo. " From Jie Jiang's Youth Tour in the Song Dynasty: "Lin Feng is red through the evening smoke". In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, which is still named after bamboo. The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.
(3) "Maple falls into the river, the water is wild, and the grass is weak." From Song and Su Yi's Partridge Sky, Fengliuhe Liangye Shuiqiu: Fengliuhe Liangye Shuiqiu. The faint smoke and rotten grass are connected with the hills in the suburbs. Drunk sleep in Xiaowu Huangmaodian, dreaming of leaning on Hongye Building in Gaocheng. It's a long day and a long road. Fan Song, Tang Zheng, waits for leisure. Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Pu Yuan Furong Ye is sad.
(4) "Jiangfeng is getting old, the court is half dry, and it is popular all over the country." From Liu Yong's "The soothsayer is slow, Jiang Feng is getting old" in the Song Dynasty: Jiang Feng is getting old, the pavilion is half dry, and his eyes are red and green. Chu Xiangke, climb high and look far, just like this yellow flower weather. The sparse sound of changing lanes came, and the echo echoed in the sunset. In the face of this night scene, my sad embrace, missing people far away, new sadness and old hatred, one after another. Acacia people are thousands of miles apart. The two places miss each other's feelings and are separated by Qian Shan. The rain stopped, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the twelve Qingfeng peaks could not be seen in the distance. In the fifth stage of silence, who will express their inner feelings with a long-term vision? Even if you write tens of thousands of painful emotions, who can control the cloud to send me love letters?
(5) "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." From the Tang Dynasty Du Mu's "Mountain Walking": Hanshan stone path is oblique, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
(6) "The autumn sails of the Qingfeng River are getting darker, and only a few old trees are left at the edge of the white God wall." From 19 10 to 19 12, Tang Gaoshi demoted Li, Wang as Xia Zhong and Changsha Taishou, and took the stirrup cup respectively. What did you think? . Wuxia, the ape is sad and tears, Hengyang Guiyan brings me the book. In autumn, the sails on the river are far away, and Baidicheng is sparse along the Yellow River. The wise dynasty will now give more rain and dew. Don't hesitate to leave.
4. What are the poems about maple leaves?
1, Five Dynasties of "One Mountain in Sauvignon Blanc": Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.
Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: heavy and overlapping mountains. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames. Chrysanthemum bloom flowers fall, and the days go by day. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.
2. In the Tang Dynasty,' Jiang Ling's Sorrow Hope to Send Zi 'an/Jiang Ling's Sorrow Hope to Send'.
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.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In a sad late autumn, maple leaves float on the river. At this time, a west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain rustled. I'm sorry to hear that, little girl. At first glance, the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, and I haven't seen my lover return by boat. I am eager to see my lover come back, little girl. Miss your lover as the water of Xijiang River, and miss him as the length of running water.
3,' Mountain Walk' Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: A winding ramp winds to the top of the mountain, and there are actually several places where white clouds float. I stopped the sedan chair because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. The fiery maple leaves are redder than the flowers in February in Jiangnan.
4,' Pipa/Pipa Introduction' Bai Juyi Tang Dynasty
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: On autumn night, I went to Jiangtou, Xunyang to bid farewell to a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds. My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night. Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave.
5, "Niuzhu Night Sleeping" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky. I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine. Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: boating in autumn night, moored at Niuzhu Mountain in Xijiang River, without a trace of swimming clouds in the blue sky. I boarded the boat and looked up at the bright moon, thinking of General Xie Shang in the Eastern Jin Dynasty in vain. I can recite Justin's epic poems, but unfortunately I don't have a wise general to listen to. Tomorrow morning I will hang my sail and leave Niuzhu, where only maple leaves are flying all over the sky.
5. What poems describe maple leaves?
Li Bai thought about sleeping at night at the foot of Niuzhu Mountain, and there was no cloud in the blue sky in Hexi tonight. I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine. Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. On Dumu Mountain
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
"a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Jishuang night, Jiang Feng fishing fire sleep.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. "San Lv Temple" Dai Shulun's fragrance is endless. Why does Qu Song complain? In late autumn, the smoke rises, and Li Shangyin, Untitled in Xiao Xiaofeng Forest, is alone in the cold night, and the wind and rain are hard to rest.
When Feng was drunk, she loved and hated. Yu, Jiangling's sorrow and hope for his peace.
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.
Lu Xun's Fusang is just right for Qiu Guang, and the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan. However, I turned to Yang to send my guests back, and my heart recalled the scene of spending the New Year together.
"Looking at the Maple Trees in Shandong from Chengdu" in the Upper Reaches of the Land
At the west corner of the Wumen Gate, under the Red Chamber, there is a Feng Dan tree.
Looking back on the past, I swam like a dream, and the west wind blew tears and dried up.
Maple on the River
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun. A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.
Huangfuzeng —— A masterpiece of the study of Yushanling
Riding a horse leisurely, the journey link. Deep cloud sinus is in the late green and clear in the cold platform.
Autumn flowers are like snow, and maple leaves can't help frost. Worried that I can't see the distant future, the sunset falls in the empty suburbs.
Li He of Shu
Liquidambar formosana flowers are quiet in the evening, and Jinshan is beautiful. The stone falls and the ape mourns, and the bamboo cloud is half a ridge.
The cool moon gives birth to Qiupu, and the jade and sand sparkle. Who is a tearful guest? He can't hold back the meandering pond. & lt/SPAN>。
6. What poems describe maple leaves?
The maple leaves withered late, the river was cut off, and the Chu guests returned miserably.
Looking at a river, geese sound sad; This is a cool month, and the figure is uneven.
After waking up, tears are like phoenix wax, and the wind curtain rolls gold mud.
The anvil has a high rhyme, calling back the residual dream; The fragrance of Luo decreased, which led to sadness.
The pavilion is divided into two parts, which is difficult to spell. Covering your face and guiding your clothes is biased.
Besides, I'll never see you again.
Want to send hate books, silver hooks are empty; Heartbroken sound, the jade is still hanging.
How many secrets are hidden, only God knows.
The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls.
In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.
The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come.
I only wrote my life as a song.
Maple is red and smoke is green at dusk. Every day, we are faced with the gulls in Tingzhou, a water town that lives and works in peace and contentment, full of exile and sadness everywhere. I love bamboo, and I have been wandering for 20 years, borrowing the name of bamboo.
The spring breeze has not yet blown out, the autumn wind has arrived, I am old, and I despise all dust. I just made my life experience into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.
7. What are the poems with wind or maple characters?
First, this poem uses wind words:
The gale before the storm.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
Wildfires are inevitable, and they are tall again in the spring breeze.
On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, when did you enter the Louvre?
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
The small building was easterly again last night, so the country could not bear to look back on the bright moon.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai.
Drink, my horse, when we cross the autumn water! The stream is cold and the wind is like a sword.
Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars into Wan Li.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Hang the embroidered curtain of Yangyuan in the east, and butterflies ride the wind.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
Second, this poem uses the word maple:
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
At night, the maple forest is red and blue. Kos Ou Man Hall
Maple falls into the river, water falls into the wild, and autumn falls. The faint smoke and rotten grass are connected with the hills in the suburbs.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
In autumn, the sails on the river are far away, and Baidicheng is sparse along the Yellow River.
Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.
Boiling tea is like maple, and mud walls are like ancestral tablets.
The mountains follow the water, and the thoughts are in Qingfeng.
Mountains and rivers reflect Hunan and bamboo, and water and mail bring green maple.
When the sky falls, there are wild geese, and the dew crows are fragrant.
The pool light moves with the sun, and the maple shadow brings Lin Yin.
Late chrysanthemums cherish autumn colors, while Feng Dan hates flying.
Empty pity midnight lonely pavilion tears, such as frost maple hanging with the rain.