Beautiful poems about red maple leaves

Ye's heart is full of fragrance. Maple leaves are full of flowers: summer and autumn are 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. Autumn rain is full of alcohol and tobacco, and I can't bear to listen to resentment against the sunset. Self-righteous, compassionate, wishful thinking. Candles dim dreams. Who cares about feelings and adds bitter hope, melancholy, cold maple tears thousands of lines. The soul swings half a silk, drifting with the heart. Worry, the lonely geese are more boundless when the frost comes. Seeing guests off at Xunyang River at night, maple leaves rush in autumn —— Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip stops loving the maple forest late, and the frosty leaves bloom in February —— Du Mu's Mountain Trip hangs a bright sail, and the maple leaves fall behind him —— Li Bai's Night Mooring in Niuzhu. ...