1, Qiuyue
Chu Hsi
Qingxi flows through Bishantou,
Empty water is fresh, so is autumn.
Three miles away,
White clouds and red leaves are long.
The clear stream flows slowly around the castle peak, and the blue sky is reflected in the water, so clear and pure, and the two blend in. "White clouds" and "red leaves" are not only symbolic illusions, but also the real scenery of mountains and forests that poets see under the autumn moon.
Symbolically speaking, the free "white clouds" and the flowing "red leaves" are the true portrayal of the poet's leisurely and quiet mood.
Castle Peak, blue night sky, floating clouds and elegant maple leaves are all written around a slowly flowing stream, but they are all filled with bright and soft moonlight. The whole article is not a month, but the moon is everywhere, which can be described as everyone's handwriting.
2. Title Red Leaves
Emperor Xuanzong of the Forbidden City
Why did Ah Shui leave in such a hurry, but he was so leisurely all day in the palace?
I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house.
Late autumn has come, and the trees rustle, but the red leaves on the mountain are particularly pleasing to the eye at this time. Running water is in a hurry, time flies, and red leaves are free and floating in the wind. I politely bid farewell to this red leaf and leave here for a free family.
3. Red leaves
Wu Rong
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.
The red leaves written by Wu Rong in the Tang Dynasty reflect the lightness of falling with the wind and drifting with the tide. Dew turned into frost and hit the red leaves. The autumn wind is bleak, and the red leaves are falling gently in the air. How can this situation not make people feel moved by the scenery!
4. Residential buildings in Qiumu Village, Nanxiangzi
Nalanxingde
The cold stream is full of red leaves, all the trees are silent and the trees are uniform.
Try to climb the small building, the mountain is high and low.
A cloud of smoke hung over the hillside.
The barking of dogs is mixed with the crowing of roosters, the lights are flashing, and there is a way back.
Walking along the mountain, it's far and near, east and west.
Home is in the depths of autumn and winter, and the door is closed alone.
Pastoral pastoral, red leaves full of streams. Reading it is like enjoying a beautiful, quiet and serene ink and wash landscape painting. From far to near, the scenery is distinct, dynamic and static, colorful. It is full of the poet Tao Ran's pleasure, which is rare in Nalan's ci.