The poem about flaming maple leaves is 1. When the autumn wind is rustling and the maple leaves are red, which poem will I recite?
Man Fang Ting. Maple leaves are dripping with Dan:-In Sarutobi Kurenai, in summer, autumn leaves are flowing with Dan. I want to drift away, but my dream is broken. Simple and noble, who knows, without hatred, dead leaves are lonely. Clouds cover tears, winds promote haggard, and water cries. Worried. Fall in love with this world as soon as possible, look around sadly and be alone. You can't sue anyone if you want, so you cry and sing poetry. The waning moon is silent and cold, the eyebrows are difficult to show, and it is as sad as a disease. Turn the roots, swing without leaking, and be silent until winter.
Autumn rain, alcohol and tobacco,
Endure to listen to the complaints of the sunset.
Thinking about yourself, worrying about classics, being alone,
Wishful thinking.
Candles dim dreams.
Who cares about the situation and increases the pain,
Depression,
Cold peak tears a thousand lines.
The soul swings half a silk, drifting with the heart.
Worried,
In first frost, the solitary geese are even more boundless.
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".
There are thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shaded rivers and bridges, and the sails are late —— In Jiangling, I am anxious to send my son back to 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.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
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 Cen Zhongyue returns, the toad hangs in the air.
Gui Lu made fun of Xian E and the clouds under the starry sky.
The bleak gardenia falls, and the mountain cries.
And Zhang Zhongwei, the book case will be rotten.
Fragrant Hill
Rain hits the pine trees,
Frost dyed the maple leaves red.
The wind blows white clouds,
Wan Li sends tenderness.
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.
-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 flowers.
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, the waves are white, and the sound enters the autumn maple leaves in Yun Lan.
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 and near, 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 the Wumen Gate, under the Red Chamber, there is a Feng Dan tree.
Land tour in early winter
The better the maple leaf, the more fragrant the plum blossom.
A land tour in late autumn
Maple leaves want to suffer first, chrysanthemums don't support it.
Wen Zhiming Shanshui Gan Long
Go to the summer pine to shade the old and order the new 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.
2. What is the poem that describes maple leaves as red as fire?
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
In "I am seeing Fujian", at night by Xunyang River, maple leaves are in full bloom and the autumn wind is rustling.
Hanging the sails of the Ming Dynasty, the fallen leaves are behind me.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
I paint the ever-flowing blue river, and I love the maple leaf sorrow on the evening pavilion.
Maple leaf poem
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. ask
The clear sound is handed over to Shuangxi, and the autumn color is greeted by the eaves.
Look at the red leaves in autumn and express your ambitions.
The red leaves have been frosted for a long time, but they still love the old branches. Open the window to listen to birds, and lower your head to pick up new poems.
The red leaves in the western hills are good, and the frost is heavier.
In late autumn, the smoke rises and the maple trees whisper.
Jiang Feng became Xiong Yan. Jiang Feng was very depressed and didn't compete with Song Jun's internal forces.
The red maple shines on the mountain fire, and the autumn wind hits the tree cold; Never leave the leaves at the right time, and the mountains will be covered with maple red in the coming year.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Ask for poetry
Flaming maple leaves
Flaming maple leaves,
The kind of woman he likes.
Like a passionate desert storm
The crazy roll of autumn.
This storm of passion
Will set off a wave of friendship in our hearts,
Surging Peng Pai.
Flaming maple leaves,
Like the blood wine of spring,
Shake your boring throat,
Constantly summon our enthusiasm.
Want to shout, want to party,
Dance for the splendid friendship.
Flaming maple leaves
Peng Pai's blood is burning inside me.
In that fiery friendship.
The flame continued to spread.
It burned my body deeply.
May friends far away,
I feel the same way in Peng Pai.
4. What is a good sentence in the poem that describes maple leaves as red as fire?
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. Hanging the sails of the Ming Dynasty, the fallen leaves are behind me.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails. I paint the ever-flowing blue river, and I love the maple leaf sorrow on the evening pavilion.
Interpretation: From the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's Mountain Walk. 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. Describe the prosperity of maple leaves in autumn.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. From: Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.
In the bleak late autumn, the poet bid farewell to his friends at the head of Xunyang River in the middle of the night, and the maple leaves bloomed. This situation all alludes to the poet's parting with his friends. Bloom in autumn, maple leaves are red in autumn, but they will fade soon after all. The poet knows in his heart that if he plays with his friends, he will laugh one day. Hanging the sails of the Ming Dynasty, the fallen leaves are behind me.
From: Li Bai's Thinking of Sleeping at Night under the Niuzhu Mountain. I will hang the sail and leave Niuzhu tomorrow morning. Only maple leaves falling all over the sky.
Wrote the poet's feelings of parting. There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
From: Yu's "I am anxious to send my son to Jiangling Peace". Maple leaves are lush and layered, hidden under the river bridge, which makes people delay to return to the ship.
I think you are like the running water of Xijiang River, which keeps flowing eastward day and night. I paint the ever-flowing blue river, and I love the maple leaf sorrow on the evening pavilion.
Said by: I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin. On the one hand, the whole poem expresses a calm and detached mentality, on the other hand, the mood of worrying about disasters is looming.
It expresses the poet's resentment against dark politics and bumpy life experiences. The whole poem is plain and natural, without any resentment and sadness, and the language is mellow, Wen Ya.
5. What poem do you think of when you see the flaming maple leaf?
1. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. -Du Mu
2. Fusang is just like the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan. -Lu Xun
3. Jiang Shuang Feng Yan Ye Dan, the tide is high and the market is cold. -Lu Guimeng
4. On the first night in Yangjiang, maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn-Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour.
5. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February-Mutu's "Mountain Walk"
6. Hanging sails in the Ming Dynasty, the maple leaves fall behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping at night under Niuzhu Mountain".
7. Thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shadowy rivers and bridges, and late sails-I am worried about sending my children to Jiangling.
8. I paint the blue river, and I love the maple leaves in the night pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.