2. Gong Zizhen's Autumn Poems
Poem about autumn Gong Zizhen 1. Gong Zizhen's Autumn Poems
moonlit night
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Chang'e
The mica screen is deeply shaded by candles, and the long river is gradually falling. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Frost moon
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
Give birth to a child under the autumn night and the moon
Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
It's late in first frost, and the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant. I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
Mid-Autumn Festival in Zhuang Ni
Strong rice days are too thin, narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk. Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.
Play the moon in Taoyuan on the night of August 15th.
Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time. Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away. Shao Jun took me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officials from afar.
2. Gong Zizhen's Autumn Poems
The moonlit night is deeper and the moonlight is half baked, and the big dipper is withered and inclined to the south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. Chang 'e mica screen has a deep candle shadow, and the long river is gradually falling.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle and remembered my brothers in the moonlight night. The first call of autumn came from a wild goose on the border.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. The moon, now at sea, looks at the moon and thinks of a distant place, the end of the world.
Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
At the beginning of the frosty moon, there is no cicada when you smell geese, and the high water in a hundred feet building meets the sky. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
Under the autumn night, there is a bright moon hanging in the autumn sky, and Guanghua is humid. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
It's late in first frost, and the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
The Mid-Autumn Festival in Zhuang Ni is too thin, and the narrow clothes are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.
Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.
On the night of August 15th, I saw the moon in Taoyuan, and my heart relaxed. The situation is between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shao Jun took me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officials from afar.
Gong Zizhen's poems describe the fluttering leaves of buttonwood trees in autumn.
Three poems of autumn heart
Author: Gong Zizhen
one
The heart of autumn is like the sea, but there are unexpected autumn souls.
Desert tulips in white arms, elegant ancient in the waist.
The northwest is cold, and the southeast is full of sounds.
There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January.
Secondly,
Suddenly, an official came to the gate and the crowd was pitching.
New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night.
It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid.
The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor in boasting wealth, and there are countless swordsmen in southern Hunan.
third
What am I thinking? My mind is full of aura.
If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb.
Tao was buried in a certain water and a certain mountain, and a hairpin and a Pei knew the news.
From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman. version
Against the wall, the original rhyme week
The experience of fame is endless, and the history of psychology is self-contained.
Autumn is not surprised by the swallows in the hall, but the sunset still loves the crows on the roadside.
It is difficult to be a concubine in the east, and the roots of ancient trees are as deep as flowers.
When the trace of bright red disappears, beauty is buried in the past.
4. What are Gong Zizhen's autumn poems?
"Autumn Heart" three authors: Gong Zizhen "Autumn Heart" is like a wave, but there is an autumn soul that cannot be recruited.
Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist. The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes.
There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January. Secondly, suddenly an official came to the gate and the crowd could not pitch.
New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night. It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid.
The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor and rich, and there are countless people in southern Hunan. Third, my mind is full of aura where I think.
If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb. A surname is buried in a certain water and mountain, and its taste is known by its hairpin and handkerchief.
From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman. On the contrary, in the second week, Tian Bo's experience in the original rhyme field was endless, and his psychological history was self-contained.
Autumn is not surprised by the swallows in the hall, but the sunset still loves the crows on the roadside. It is difficult to be a concubine in the east, and the roots of ancient trees are as deep as flowers.
When the trace of bright red disappears, beauty is buried in the past. 4 1。
Gong zizhen's poems about autumn 1. Gong Zizhen's Autumn Poems
Three poems of autumn heart
Author: Gong Zizhen
one
The heart of autumn is like the sea, but there are unexpected autumn souls.
Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist.
The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes.
There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January.
Secondly,
Suddenly, an official came to the gate and the crowd was pitching.
New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night.
It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid.
The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor and rich, and there are countless people in southern Hunan.
third
What am I thinking? My mind is full of aura.
If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb.
A surname is buried in a certain water and mountain, and its taste is known by its hairpin and handkerchief.
From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman.
Against the wall, the original rhyme week
The experience of fame is endless, and the history of psychology is self-contained.
Autumn is not surprised by the swallows in the hall, but the sunset still loves the crows on the roadside.
It is difficult to be a concubine in the east, and the roots of ancient trees are as deep as flowers.
When the trace of bright red disappears, beauty is buried in the past.
2. Gong Zizhen's Autumn Poems
The heart of autumn is like the sea, but there are unexpected autumn souls.
Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist. The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes.
There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January. Suddenly, an official came to the gate and the crowd was pitching.
New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night. It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid.
The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor and rich, and there are countless people in southern Hunan. What am I thinking? My mind is full of aura.
If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb. A surname is buried in a certain water and mountain, and its taste is known by its hairpin and handkerchief.
From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman. On the contrary, in the second week, Tian Bo's experience in the original rhyme field was endless, and his psychological history was self-contained.
Autumn is not surprised by the swallows in the hall, but the sunset still loves the crows on the roadside. It is difficult to be a concubine in the east, and the roots of ancient trees are as deep as flowers.
When the trace of bright red disappears, beauty is buried in the past.
3. Gong Zizhen's Poem: Describing Autumn
Three poems of autumn heart
one
The heart of autumn is like the sea, but there are unexpected autumn souls.
Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist.
The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes.
There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January.
Secondly,
Suddenly, an official came to the gate and the crowd was pitching.
New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night.
It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid.
The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor and rich, and there are countless people in southern Hunan.
third
What am I thinking? My mind is full of aura.
If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb.
A surname is buried in a certain water and mountain, and its taste is known by its hairpin and handkerchief.
From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman.
4. Gong Zizhen's famous autumn poems
Konoha complains, then don't say it.
-Gong Zizhen's "Golden Melody and Autumn, All with Fu Ti" came to Chang 'an in early spring to persuade Xinghua to die of acacia. -Gong Zizhen's "Golden Melody and Autumn are all described by Fu" Where does the mood of the New Year start, and why talk about watching the ebb and flow of the tide, Guangling Wu.
-Gong Zizhen's "Golden Melody, Autumn Out, All with Fu Ti" Autumn Heart Three Authors: Gong Zizhen's autumn heart is like the sea, but there is an autumn soul that can't be recruited. Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist.
The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes. There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January.
Secondly, suddenly an official came to the gate and the crowd could not pitch. New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night.
It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid. The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor and rich, and there are countless people in southern Hunan.
Third, my mind is full of aura where I think. If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb.
A surname is buried in a certain water and mountain, and its taste is known by its hairpin and handkerchief. From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman.
5. Gong Zizhen's Autumn Poems
"Autumn Heart" three authors: Gong Zizhen "Autumn Heart" is like a wave, but there is an autumn soul that cannot be recruited.
Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist. The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes.
There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January. Secondly, suddenly an official came to the gate and the crowd could not pitch.
New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night. It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid.
The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor and rich, and there are countless people in southern Hunan. Third, my mind is full of aura where I think.
If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb. A surname is buried in a certain water and mountain, and its taste is known by its hairpin and handkerchief.
From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman. Appreciation: Three Poems of Autumn Heart is the work of Gong Zizhen, a poet in Qing Dynasty.
The author writes in a strange desolation and loneliness, the main purpose of which is to arouse the soul for dead friends and self-harm, to write about disillusionment and hope, and also to write about pain and persistence. Express your thoughts for your dead friend.