12 poems describing autumn leaves:
1. Early autumn leaves are startled and fall like guests. -Kong Shaoan's "Fallen Leaves"
2. After the rain, the fields are idle and the leaves are red. Looking back to spring, I believe there is autumn wind. Several places follow the running water, and the river is in chaos. You should only be self-reliant and not with you. -Revise "Fallen Leaves"
3. The green girl is jealous when she wants to be crisp. On a cold month, the wind blows and the leaves are dry and red. -Wang Zhou's Fallen Leaves
4. leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river always rolling on. -du fu
5. the green girl is jealous when she wants to be crisp. On a cold month, the wind blows and the leaves are dry and red. —— Wang Zhou's "Fallen Leaves"
6. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. —— Gong Zizhen
7. Autumn wind blows the Weihe River and leaves fall all over Chang 'an. —— Jia Dao
8. The green direction is uneven, and the initial red has overlapped. The atrium was swept at the beginning, with three or two leaves around the tree. -Wang Jian's Fallen Leaves
9. It's cold in Junzhai, and I suddenly think of my mountain friend. You must gather firewood in jiandi, and cook some poor food after you come back. Want to take a ladle of wine to see you, let you get some comfort in the night. But the autumn leaves are full of empty hills. where can you find your tracks? -Wei Yingwu five-word "a Poem to a Taoist Hermit Chuanjiao Mountain"
1. If you are not willing to go down, you still say that you are sorry for the fallen leaves. -Sikong Shu
11. It's too late when it's autumn, and you see your neighbors outside the window. Who is surprised in the world, the forest sweeps the frequency alone. Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning. It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of warblers made trees grow in spring. -qi Ji's fallen leaves
12. the fallen leaves don't rest, and there is no return to the broken canopy. Gone with the wind is always different, and when you meet, you are temporarily dependent. Quietly speaking in the middle of the night, long and cold. Who says goodbye to a teenager, tears touch his clothes. -Han Yu's Leaves Send Chen Yu.