I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. Du Mu, who travels in the mountains, is far away from the cold mountains, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
2. Autumn branches, birds and poetry trees are all autumn colors, and hills and mountains are only radiant.
Don Wang Ji's Wild Hope
Hanging forest scenery is different, and autumn is like Luoyangchun.
Tang Song Wen Zhi "Autumn in the Early Years of Anchou".
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
Ripple: the sound of running water.
I wrote a letter to Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.
White stone comes out of Jingxi, and red leaves are sparse in cold days.
These two sentences describe the scenery in late autumn: streams dripping, white stone dew and red leaves falling, leaving little.
Wei's Two Poems of Magpie Criing in the Mountain
Bamboo is everywhere in autumn, and there are cool Wuling pines.
Tang "Looking at Qinchuan"
The golden well phoenix tree has yellow autumn leaves, and the bead curtain does not roll frost at night.
Tang Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Long Faith in Autumn": "The phoenix tree in the golden well has yellow autumn leaves, and the curtain of the night pearl does not roll frost. The jade pillow in the smoke cage has no color, so you can listen to the Nangong for a long time. "
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold.
Tang Menghao's early Leng Jiang got pregnant.
3. An ancient poem about maple leaves, pipa and white stars gather meaning.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Xing Shan Dumu
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.
4. What poems contain "Maple Leaf"? First of all, the "red leaves" in ancient Chinese refer to maple leaves, some of which are arranged with red leaves. Please forgive me.
Xing Shan Dumu
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.
Looking at Bai's Nostalgia from Niu Shan Sleeping at Night.
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.
I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
Jiangling is anxious to send his son there.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
Night parking near Fengqiao Zhangji
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell arrives.
On Miao and Dai Calligraphy in San Lv
Yuan Xiang is inexhaustible, and Qu Song complains.
In late autumn, the smoke rises and the maple trees whisper.
On Tang Zhao's Leisure from Huainan Shooting at Li Pu
In earlier years, I paid tribute to enriching the people, but today I can't hide my shame.
New promises are like mountains, and old promises are like water.
The red leaves in Ma Si are rustling late, and the Yangtze River falls in autumn in Rizhao.
I don't hesitate to know my own advantages, but I'm worried about one thing.
Send Wen Shangshu to Luosong to see Kou Zhun.
Mix's red leaves are flying in front of the horse, sending Wang Sun home on a beautiful day.
However, you should be disappointed when you go for an old swim, so the stream and autumn moss are both fish.
"Move the Capital" Song Author: Wu
I have been repairing the door for a long time, and I have no strong plan to donate books to China.
The mink fur is dusty, the cottage is late, and it is close to the rivers and lakes.
After falling on the blue sky and the moon, the rustling wild geese came early.
The old friend brought wine to send good things, and sent me to forget Lao Lu.
King Huai Gu Song of Jinling
Visit the ancient times in homesickness, spend a long time, and be alone in the autumn.
A bird with smoke leaves a bamboo, and several sails return to the boat under the rain.
The rustling dusk blows the red leaves, and the miserable Leng Yun collapses the old building.
The old country is desolate, who asks, and the heart is more romantic and does not recover.
Lu Xun sent Masuda back to China.
Fusang is just like the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan.
However, I turned to Yang to send my guests back, and my heart recalled the scene of spending the New Year together.
5. Maple Leaf Poetry, Mountaineering, Du Mu
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.
Man Fang Ting. Maple blossom Dan
Sarutobi Kurenai Xia, autumn scenery is magnificent and full of frost. 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.
Looking at Bai's Nostalgia from Niu Shan Sleeping at Night.
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.
I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
Jiangling is anxious to send his son there.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
6. Red Leaf Poems Ancient Poems Red Leaves
Author Wu Rong, Tang Dynasty,
The dew is light and dry with frost, and turns bright in the sunset.
And the smoke falling in autumn will be a thousand miles of love with the waves.
Several birds are hiding in jathyapple, but the whole family is accompanied by the sound of flies.
At that time, I didn't hate watching the breeze cut into colors.
Today, they became husband and wife friends, only to know that Hongye is a good medium. -Tang Han's "On Wedding Banquet Collection",
The far shore is white in autumn, and the distant mountains are red in night. -Tang Du Fu's Five Poems of Akita
Try to go to the bottom of the building, but I'm afraid of spring fever. -Liu Yuxi's "Two Songs in Autumn"
Sleeping on the earth shook everything about Qiu Lai. -Song Xin Qiqi "Man Jiang Hong has Southern Yan and Fan Kuoyun"
Autumn scenery is worthy of the name, and the red leaves are full of mountains; The loose path is suitable, and Huang Ju bypasses Dongli. -Guan Hanqing in Yuan Dynasty
The book of red leaves:
There is a red leaf by the river, a kind of lovesickness poem. The story of a thousand years ago, Lushe people, a century-old marriage poem.
Red leaves are poems without poems, so there is no inscription for maids. Autumn is back, and the red leaves are there, and pieces of red leaves provoke Qiu Si.
The red leaves in Xishan are good, and the dew is heavy. -Chen Yi
It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring. -Li Qiao "Wind"
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's Mountain Walk in the Tang Dynasty
Many red leaves in the temple burned people's eyes, and the moss on the ground dyed horseshoes. -Wang Jian's "Jiangling is a thing"
Fragrant green curtains are mostly in water, and green leaves are better than flowers. -Nalan Xingde
There are many fallen leaves by the maple trees, and autumn water comes late in Dongting.
Alone, there is no distance, and the white clouds and bright moon hang in Hunan and Hubei.
-Jia Zhi's Three Pan-Dongting Lake Poems of the First Arrival of Baling and Shi Libaipei (Part Two)
Qiu Shu, who lives in the breeze, has been drinking for many years. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring.
-Bai Juyi's "Drunk to Red Leaves"
7. With the red leaves, poems and ancient poems have fallen behind.
Yi Shu Ye Hong Shao
Who pities the meager strength?
Add luster to Jiangshan Rao
Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves.
Curl:
Describe the breeze blowing.
Dongting:
Dongting lake,
In the northern part of Hunan Province today.
Wave:
Microwave overtopping
Konoha:
Yellow leaves.
Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang" in Chu Ci of Warring States Period
Sad autumn is angry! Bleak, vegetation withers and decays. Travel far, and return to the mountains near the water.
Desolate: loneliness and depression. Liao Li: Desolate. If you travel far away: It seems that people travel far away.
Song Yu, Songs of Chu in the Warring States Period IX
Debate "
The autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants and trees fall yellow, and the geese return to the south.
Che's autumn wind poem
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is shaken and exposed to frost.
Song of Yan comes from Cao Wei Pi in The History of the Three Kingdoms.
There are many fallen leaves in Lu Ting, so I know it's autumn.
Green court: green fragrant courtyard.
Tao Jin Yuanming's Reward to Liu Chaisang
In the new autumn, the elegant moon will be round.
Jump: describe the length of the night. Tingting: It's far away.
Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen"
The lotus is exposed, and the willow is sparse in the moon.
Lotus: Lotus. Xiao Qi Yan's Qiu Si in the Southern Dynasties