The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie? Autumn country-specific ones are among the white clouds in the northern peak of Jiao Ran, which is beautiful.
Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese. Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest. The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. "Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi is full of calendar, incredible, adding sorrow and hating the world.
Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court? After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs. According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
"Su Muyin" Song Fan Zhongyan blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves, waves of cold smoke. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
"The Pride of Fisherman" Song Fan Zhongyan blocked a different scene, and Hengyang geese went without observing it. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Qiu Shuang's Poems (2) Deep Mountain Autumn Night After the Tang Dynasty, the mountains are empty and stand on the autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The Nightingale on an Autumn Night Tang Guipo was born with autumn dew, but she was too thin to change clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
In the middle of the night, a bright moon enveloped the capital in the Tang Dynasty. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition? "Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's Jiangcheng was picturesque, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and clear skies in Wan Li.
The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie? Night berth Jiande Jiangtang Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. Qiu Shuangshi (3) "Ascending the Mountain" Tang Dufu sobbed in the high wind, and the birds sang over the white sand in clear lake.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. In the Mid-Autumn Moon in the Song Dynasty, Su Shi's twilight cloud overflowed, and silver and Han silently turned to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? "Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi is full of calendar, incredible, adding sorrow and hating the world.
Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court? After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs. According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
Autumn Wind Ci In the Han Dynasty, the autumn wind started in Liu Che and Bai Yunfei, the plants and trees turned yellow, and the geese returned to the south. You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it.
Pan-built boats to help Fenhe River, wandering around. Flute drums sing, joys and sorrows.
When will you be young? Yan Gexing Wei Pi's autumn wind is bleak, and the vegetation is shaken off and exposed as frost. The group of Yan resigned to solitary south lane, thinking about gentlemen and guests.
Xi is homesick, so you gave it to the other person to stay for a long time. I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.
Short songs cannot be long. The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl look at each other from afar, and you are alone in the river beam. Autumn Country-specific Mountains Poems (4) Zhang Haoran North Peak and White Clouds, you have found your seclusion.
Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese. Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest. The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Muyin painted a cold screen with a candle and a small fan flapping at fireflies.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. Reward Liu Chaisang, Wei Jin and Tao Yuanming for being poor and living alone, but forgetting four weeks.
It is leafy to open a courtyard, and it is sad to know that autumn is coming. Under the north window, Kwai Chung is prosperous, and the south area is full of tassels.
If I can't do this now, I wonder if I am still one year old. Teach your wife to take care of the children, and take advantage of this time to go far away. The scenery in Guilin, Song Wenzhi in Tang Dynasty, is different in autumn, and autumn is like Luoyang Spring.
I was fine at night, obviously worried about killing people. Juanyun mountain corner, gravel water phosphorus.
The world is yellow and old, and the wonderful years are lonely and secluded. What is precious to me when I am lying in the sea?
A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di and Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty. Now the mountain is cold and blue, and the autumn water has been flowing all day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Further reading: autumn frost poetry autumn rain sighs that white grass is rotten in the rain, and the steps are bright. The leaves are covered with branches and feathers, and countless money is spent.
The cool breeze blows you in a hurry, fearing that you will find it difficult to be independent in the future. The scholar's head in the class is blank, and the breeze smells sweet tears.
Autumn Ci (1) has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I said that autumn wins spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
Autumn Ci (the second poem) The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
The mountain is far from Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
White horse, dragon, horse, flower, snow and feather, golden saddle, five ling hao. Autumn frost scissors jade sword, sunset bead robe.
Imitation of two remote nights, beauty, Luo Yi stained with autumn frost. Affectionate and soft, playing the role of a stranger.
Qiu Pu Song Three thousands of feet's white hair and long sorrow. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
Qiu Shuangge Poet: Ding Wei Dynasty: When the Tang Dynasty was structured, Julian's eyes were discerning. The ancient trees in front of the steps are cold and shady, and the bottom of the stream is full of gravel.
A few seats are floating near the mountain, and the building is high and the stars are on the eaves. When it comes to steaming in dog days, I feel the cool wind under my arm.
The "night wind" blows the path, and the autumn frost lingers alone; On the moon, the willow shoots are confusing. I remember the first frost yesterday, and I was deeply affectionate to the wind and the world.
Knowing that you are handsome, Du Mu is far away from Hanshan, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Song Fan Zhongyan, the pride of the fisherman, left Qiu Lai with strange scenery, and Hengyang geese went casually. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
"White Dove" is cloudy with high clouds and light sky. What a late autumn weather! There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air. Look at them in twos and threes, going back and forth, as if they were pointing at something and suddenly interrupted.
2. The title of the poem describing Haruki: Farewell to the ancient grass.
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
Genre: Five Principles
Category: Still Life
Content:-
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
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Precautions:
Also known as "grass"
1, separation: vivid and distinct.
2. Fiona Fang: Grass stretching into the distance.
3. Hey: It looks lush.
Rhyme translation:
The ancient plains are overgrown with weeds, which are full of vitality every spring, and Qiu Lai turns yellow. Despite the continuous wildfires, the spring breeze is still thriving. In the distance, the grass covered the ancient post road, extending to the empty city, full of green, clearly. The green grass grows in spring, sending the wanderer away, but the grass is full, leaving harm.
Comments:
This is a poem about objects, which can also be regarded as an allegorical poem. Some people think it's a mockery of the villain. Judging from the whole poem, although the original grass refers to something, its metaphorical meaning is uncertain. "Wildfire never completely burned them, and the spring breeze blows high." However, as a kind of "tenacity", it is well known and has become a swan song that has been passed down through the ages.
Spring breeze is full of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the flowers in Chang 'an in one day. -Meng Jiao, after graduation.
Li Shangyin: Spring Rain
When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go.
There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
This is a long road, accompanied by a short dream at night.
How can jade be sealed? I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.
Spring rain (prose poem)
◆ Text/Lin Yuhong
Spring rain is like silk, looking at tall buildings, filled with rain and fog, like countless mountains and hills. Litchi is leafy, with dark red tops and swaying in the rain. Shrubs along the road stretch out bright green leaves and suck nectar, and several sparkling pearls hang on their tips.
Spring rain is like silk, like smoke and fog, recalling the past eventful years, with little sorrow. The envy of the red owl soars in the blue sky, and the desire of the eagle fights in the sea. However, there is no wisdom of Zhuge, no stupid ambition and no mediocrity. I don't know when I can return to the sea!
The spring rain is like silk, caught in the wind, and the traffic outside the window is endless, extending a rugged life track. Leave your hometown, try to change the status quo and run for life. Although you are satisfied with the present situation, you must turn sparrows into swans.
Spring rain is like silk. Through the spring rain, we can look forward to the beauty and magic of this vast world. Looking forward to the ambition of Hongyan, it will surely prosper with mountains and rivers, and the water of the dragon will merge into the ocean. This is the real spirit of bringing wine into the wind.