The author of Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity is Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.
Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
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Maple trees gradually withered and damaged under the erosion of dew in late autumn, and Wushan and Wuxia were also shrouded in bleak and gloomy fog. The waves in Wuxia Gorge are monstrous, and the dark clouds above seem to be pressing on the ground, and the world is gloomy. It has been two years in bloom. Looking at the blooming flowers and thinking that I haven't been home for two years, I can't help crying. The ship is still tied to the shore. Although I can't go back to the East and wander outside, my heart is always tied to my hometown. We are rushing to make clothes to keep out the cold in winter, and the anvil knocking on cold clothes in Baidicheng is as tight as a crack. It seems that another year has passed, and my yearning for my hometown has become more dignified and deeper.
The author of Chang Xin Qiu Ci is Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows:
The plane tree leaves in Jinjingbian are yellow, and the night pearl curtain is not rolled out to see the frost.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face.
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Yes, it's a poem about palace grievances. With deep and subtle brushstrokes and lyrical methods, it depicts a girl who is deprived of youth, freedom and happiness, lying alone in a desolate and lonely palace, listening to uterine leakage. This is a sleepless night cut out from the girl's miserable life.
Early Autumn in Taiyuan was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows:
Autumn is getting stronger, flowers are sleeping, and autumn dryness is like fire.
Autumn comes from the north, and the clouds in the north also bring the Fenhe River.
Night after night, the moon in Taiyuan winds, but the heart returns to Cheryl's hometown, her body, with the moonlight.
The heart that misses my hometown is like the continuous Fenhe River, and I miss my hometown all the time.
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With the passage of time, all the beautiful flowers have withered. When Mars goes downhill, that is, when the summer heat subsides. At this time, frost has begun to fall outside the Great Wall, and there is already an autumn atmosphere north of the Yellow River. Seeing the moon in this border town, I have always dreamed of returning to Anlu's home. I miss my hometown, like a long river, which has no end, and there is not a day when my heart is not full of homesickness.
The author of Qiudeng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
The city by the river is as beautiful as the picture, and the mountains are getting late. I climbed the Xie Tiao Building to overlook the clear sky.
Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
2. Write a poem in the Woods. I call it greenwood.
Come with me to Yuan Ye.
Shake a bunch of new leaves in early spring
That's a green flag.
Pull a small flower
Peach, white clouds
Send a new stick as a pointer.
For young female teachers.
Send a new horse.
For children who are not in school.
Cross the ridge with me.
The mane on the neck of a galloping horse.
Go to the river with me.
A string of numbers fell into the spring.
The spring breeze swept gently over the top of the forest.
We blew the willow whistle all the way.
The spring breeze lifted our hair.
We ran forward in ecstasy.
When you are tired of running, just stand on your hands.
Close your eyes quietly in the moonlight.
If the ground is wet by the spring rain
That's our sweat.
Come on, Greengrove.
Come with me to Yuan Ye.
3. Writing Tree Poems in Autumn Night The autumn poem "Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity" was written by Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is as follows: Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak. Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
Maple trees gradually withered and damaged under the erosion of dew in late autumn, and Wushan and Wuxia were also shrouded in bleak and gloomy fog. The waves in Wuxia Gorge are monstrous, and the dark clouds above seem to be pressing on the ground, and the world is gloomy.
It has been two years in bloom. Looking at the blooming flowers and thinking that I haven't been home for two years, I can't help crying. The ship is still tied to the shore. Although I can't go back to the East and wander outside, my heart is always tied to my hometown.
We are rushing to make clothes to keep out the cold in winter, and the anvil knocking on cold clothes in Baidicheng is as tight as a crack. It seems that another year has passed, and my yearning for my hometown has become more dignified and deeper.
The author of Chang Xin Qiu Ci is Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows: the phoenix tree in Jinjing is yellow in autumn leaves, and the pearl curtain does not roll frost at night.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. Translation is a poem about palace grievances, expressing feelings with deep and implicit brushstrokes and scenery, and writing a girl who is deprived of youth, freedom and happiness, lying alone in a desolate and lonely palace, listening to palace leaks.
This is a sleepless night cut out from the girl's miserable life. Early Autumn in Taiyuan was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his poem is as follows: when the age falls, many people rest and the fire flows. Autumn comes from the north, and the clouds in the north also bring the Fenhe River.
Night after night, the moon in Taiyuan winds, but the heart returns to Cheryl's hometown, her body, with the moonlight. The heart that misses my hometown is like the continuous Fenhe River, and I miss my hometown all the time.
As time went by, all the beautiful flowers withered. When Mars goes downhill, that is, when the summer heat subsides.
At this time, frost has begun to fall outside the Great Wall, and there is already an autumn atmosphere north of the Yellow River. Seeing the moon in this border town, I have always dreamed of returning to Anlu's home.
I miss my hometown, like a long river, which has no end, and there is not a day when my heart is not full of homesickness. The author of Qiudeng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is as follows: In the picturesque river, the mountains look at the clear sky at night. Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
This poem about forest turned green in the small forest of the city. The humble life of ants and flying insects in my small forest came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the door closed by mud with my soft head. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating a black goat, which shocked my youth and soul. When I retire at home, I will take my life savings to an unknown mountain forest. When I live in the mountains, I will sing to the accompaniment of rustling green leaves. When I am too old to sing, I will sit under a green tree and listen to the whispers of leaves. When I am too old to breathe, I will melt myself into the forest soil. When that day comes, I will become a part of the forest, a leaf on a branch, thinking about the forest.
5. A paragraph describing the beautiful scenery of the forest in the evening. On the evening of spring, the sun, like a dutiful old tracker, put down the rope of light, stood on the horizon and looked back at the sea.
The sky and the earth seem to say goodbye to the sun solemnly. In the blue sky, golden clouds miss the sun; Ocean, shaking a huge golden wreath; The masson pine forest on the beach is dancing with a dark green headscarf inlaid with gold thread; The rolling mountains are like a row of strong men, gazing affectionately; The gently flowing sea breeze seems to be a lingering kiss goodbye ... the magnificent and melancholy dusk hangs over this wonderful and desolate land.
Chunmin's "Concrete" is a paradise on earth! The grass is green, the flowers are red, and the sweet and bitter smells of flowers and plants come from the bright evening breeze. When the light of the sunset approached the ground, piles of fluffy clouds in the sky began to appear in circles of pink; Then it became red gold, ochre red, and finally rose red.
The fields are filled with pollen-like brilliance, and trees, wheat fields, sand hills, rivers and cottages are all immersed in this moist and moist brilliance. Guo's dusk is the summer dusk in his hometown, and the scenery on the canal is like a magnificent oil painting.
The setting sun is like blood, and the sunset glow is like fire, plating fields, villages, Woods, rivers and green curtains with soft gold. Farmers returning from hoeing, cowboys with whips and flowers, and returning pedestrians all ran wildly on the road.
Smoke billowed from the kitchen in the village, and misty water vapor floated on the river. Birds entered the forest, chickens entered the nest, cattle and sheep entered the pen, mules and horses returned to the shed, grasshoppers were under the bean worms, and pumpkin flowers called.
Willow buds on the moon. Liu Shaotang's "Liu Servant's Home" is a scene similar to a summer dusk garden. There is no wind, and the pool surface reflects the afterglow of the sunset, as calm as a golden mirror.
In the middle of the forest, a small village appeared in the distance. When the dew falls, a group of livestock, mixed with dogs barking and hoofbeats, walk home like ensemble music ... You will sincerely swear that there is no need for more beautiful scenery in this life ... This beautiful dusk will disappear in another hour, so it is more worthy of nostalgia.
In order to protect its reputation, it tells others to cherish themselves before they are tired, and then turns into night at the right time. (Russian) herzen's Whose Sin On a summer evening, the birds screamed through the dusk and circled in the sky.
On a moonlit night, frogs croak like balls, just like bubbles floating on a pond. If this old house hadn't been rocked by heavy trucks all the time, just like the earth rocked in the heat, you would never expect to live in Paris.
(French) romain rolland's "John Christophe" Autumn night In the late autumn evening, the clouds in the sky are colorful: some bloom like spring flowers; Some run like wild animals; If there are colorful birds flying and reflected in the clear river, some will be more beautiful. And there are a group of ducks who return late, gather in a triangle and row slowly to their destination on the colorful water waves. The river is divided into two parts, and the water waves plowed by each duck spread to the left and right, slowly rushing to the grass by the river, giving people an unspeakable beauty of tranquility; Looking across the river, on the other side of the river, the farmhouse at the foot of Jinji Mountain, smoke billowed, the villagers' cattle and sheep Cleisthenes called, the golden rooster crowed at night, and the village women, in clusters, were washing clothes with a smile. I looked at the railing and reveled in this beautiful landscape painting of water town.
Zhou Ce's Beauty Pavilion Dream The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly. Before the mountain river was cleared by the water vapor evaporated by the sun, the sun set in the western hills. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain, while the shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village faster, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver by the moonlight candle.
Feng Deying's Bitter Flowers When I walked out of the hut at dusk in winter, the dusk in winter had landed on the gray Yuan Ye. The snow stopped and the wind was not strong, but the cold was biting. In the sky in the west, from the dense clouds, there are several rosy clouds scattered, thin and beautiful, and there is a star in the east, which appears and disappears.
There are several mud houses in vilen, and there is a faint twilight blowing gently on them. I got on the horse, and the horseshoe stepped on the grass covered with residual snow and gave a dull groan.
The smell of wormwood and mint came at me again. Suddenly, a wild duck started up from the grass, passed over my head and landed on the river in the distance.
The old elm man stretched out his arm again and said goodbye to me.
6.4), write a poem describing the beautiful scenery of the mountain village in the evening. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
Drinking (Tao Yuanming)
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.
My home is built on a busy road, and people live together, but I never bother to entertain people and make noise.
Ask me how I can be so extraordinary, free and easy, and my mind is naturally quiet and far away from the world.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east wall, I was in a trance, and suddenly I looked up at the scenery of Nanshan.
In the twilight, colorful fog fills the air, and flocks of birds return to the embrace of Xiangyuan Mountain.
Nanzhi, this is the true meaning of life, how can I express its profundity!