1, the sun is shining high and autumn is thick outside the door, and there is a wisp of smoke. -Tao Yong's "History of the Early Wei Dynasty".
Appreciation: One late autumn night, the poet came to the outskirts of his old friend. The moment I entered the yard, I was attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of me. I saw red leaves flying all over the yard, just like entering a poetic world. The tinkling sound of spring water in my ear, accompanied by the beautiful melodious piano sound, is intoxicating.
Sunset, sunset glow, is a thick autumn, standing in the distance like jasper bamboo. A clear stream is surrounded by green bamboo, and the faint light smoke on the stream is hazy and beautiful, just like a fairyland.
This poem is vivid and vivid, combining dynamic and static. You can not only feel the quiet beauty of autumn, but also feel the vastness of autumn, including dancing red leaves and bamboo standing quietly in the cold.
2, the water falls in a shallow stream, and the temple is autumn and the mountain is gray. -Zhang's "Mountain Temple Autumn Ji".
Appreciation: Walking in the mountains in autumn, a clear and shallow stream winds down the mountain road, with continuous mountains, heavy twilight and boundless autumn colors. Just after an autumn rain, the green or golden leaves are still dripping with rain beads. It was dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled mottled light and shadow through the leaves, and the melodious bell of the temple echoed in the mountains for a long time.
Reading this poem is like following the footsteps of the poet and coming to the mountains together. The autumn water is gurgling, and the autumn mountain is foggy after the rain, which is endless. The bell from the temple on the mountain makes the quiet mountain forest feel Zen, quiet and ethereal, and returns the soul to a quiet and harmonious place.
3, Jingxi Baishi, cold red leaves are thin. -Wang Wei's In the Mountains.
Appreciation: Wang Wei is famous for his pastoral poems, which are characterized by paintings in poems and poems in paintings. He is also proficient in music and painting, and his personal aesthetic is extremely high. Reading his poems is always fascinating. Jingxi in this poem is a stream in the Qinling Mountains. Poets like to walk along the stream. I will walk until the river blocks my way, and then sit down and watch the clouds rising in Ran Ran.
It is a state of extreme relaxation when the poet walks in Wangchuan. There is less and less water in Jingxi. In many places, if there is nothing, white stones are exposed and the air is very cold. The wind blows the red leaves off, and the red leaves on the branches are becoming rarer and rarer.