1. Poems about leaves
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of the face. ——"Cai Lianqu" Gourd Leaves, Banners and Gourd Leaves, pick them and prosper. If a gentleman has wine, he can taste it. If you have a rabbit's head, you can burn it with a cannon. If a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words. If you have a rabbit's head, burn it. If a gentleman has wine, drink it with your words. If there is a rabbit with a head, it will be burned with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he will reward him with words. One leaf falls by Li Cunzhen One leaf falls, and the leaves are wiped with pearls and foil. At this time, the scenery was desolate. The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain. Blowing the curtain, thinking about the past. Shuang Yefei Wu Wenying breaks the smoke and leaves the thread. Care about things, the setting sun is red and the frost is hidden on the trees. Half a pot of autumn water recommends yellow flowers, which are fragrant in the west wind and rain. Zongyu Le, fly lightly and quickly. Who cares about the desolate Taigu? I remember walking on Nanping drunkenly, swallowing with a colorful fan, dreaming of tiredness with chilling cicadas, and not knowing what to do. Talking about the old festival, passing the cup, the dust is stuck in the paper, and the broken knot is lost in the years. The little toad's slanting shadow turns to the east fence, and the whispers of crickets are left in the cold night. Early gray hair and endless worries. Jingbiao left Wusha. Look at the thin generals and dogwood trees, but about next year, the green will be slightly high. A Fallen Leaf - Bai Juyi The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen. Cold and temperature, as well as prosperity and decline, are related to the exterior and interior. Under the Xiaoxiaoqiu forest, a leaf suddenly leaves. Don't say it's falling slightly, it's starting from now on. Titled "Falling Leaves" by Sikong Shu. The frost has threatened the leaves, and now the trees are half empty. The depression of the homeland is different, but the scattered travelers are the same. Cold water floats on the rustling shore, and night insects crowd along the steps. Sui Feng was enviable and got Luoyang Palace. A fallen leaf by Xue Neng The light leaf is alone and leisurely, and the sky is high and the shadows are flowing. When the wind comes here, no tree will fall before autumn. The discoloration should be yellowish, and the green color should be thicker. Unparalleled floating on the water, lonely at the critical moment. It's hard to feel sincerity at first, and it will continue to wither. Who is willing to ask about new sorrows if the guest's heart is empty and self-competitive? Lotus leaf by Li Qunyu The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew. Plant in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu. The leaves fall by Wu Rong. The red shadow floats and the green shadow is faint. I don't know how to return after saying goodbye to Lin Biao. The colorless smoke of sorrow is still there, and the hatred turns into a cry that is not yet exposed. If you follow the water and travel thousands of miles, don't fly alone just because of the wind. Thousands of trees in the suburbs of Chu are impatient with the sound of autumn, and at dusk they are stirring up the guests' clothes. There are no fallen leaves. The alleys are red with streams, and the depression is driven by the north wind. The remaining birds in the forest are missing, and the singing insects are floating on the water. The little stones are buried, but the branches are still growing and falling. Bring a frosty book with you and read it leisurely among the white clouds. Smell the fallen leaves Qi Ji Chu trees after the snow cleared, the evening breeze rustled. Because I miss my home country at night, there are a few empty trees near the water. The tea is boiled and burned, and the moss turns red when stepped on. If you don’t leave here next year, you will still see green trees. Fallen leaves Qi Ji It's late in autumn, and I can see my neighbors outside the window. No one in the world is so shocked, I am alone in the forest. Xiao Sao Wei moon night, overlapping morning frost morning. Yesterday it was overcast, and the orioles were singing and the trees were springing. Fallen Leaves, Repair The rain has passed over the idle fields, and the fallen leaves are red. When I think about spring, I believe there is an autumn breeze. The water flows in several places, and the dusk sky is chaotic by the river. You should only be independent and self-reliant, and not be the same as the king. Fallen leaves Lu You Ten thousand tiles of clear frost accompany the bright moon. I lie down and listen to the residual leakage as if I am in love. The wooden leaves rustled for no reason, and the sound of rain made me sad. 35 Poems About Leaves The sky is blue and the leaves are yellow on the ground. The autumn colors are in waves, and the waves are green with cold smoke. ----Fan Zhongyan "Fragrant leaves fall one after another, the night is silent, and the sound of cold breaks. ----Fan Zhongyan There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, one or two yellow oriole sounds on the bottom of the leaves, and the flying catkins are light as the day goes by. ----Yan Shumo Hearing the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not sing and walk slowly? ----Su Shi The chrysanthemums have withered all night, and the new buds of green leaves shine in the forest. The wind lifts the lotus. ----Zhou Bangyan's nine machines, double flowers, double leaves and double branches. ----The anonymous banyan leaves are all over the river and the egrets are flying. The curtain is half rolled up and it is raining at dusk. The mulberry leaves are cheap, look at the surface and harvest the new cocoons. ----Fan Chengda, the cold red leaves fall into the pond in autumn, and they grow in the same boat as the floating clouds ----Jiang Kui has no title, and the leaves fall. All are worried. ----Zhang Yanfeng's quilt is long, and the green leaves cover Zhu Ke. ----Yang Fang Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs": The autumn wind is blowing, and the Dongting is rippled under the leaves. Xie Zhuang's "Yue Fu": Dongting Shi. Waves, the wood industry is slightly loose. "Linjiang Wangjiesong" by Lu Jue: Under the wooden leaves, the river waves are connected, and the autumn moon shines on the clouds. 10 poems about leaves
Lotus under the steps
---Bai Juyi
The shadows of the leaves are like a moon, and the fragrance of the flowers spreads into the curtain wind.
p>Tishan Residence
---Cao Ye
Sweeping leaves, making tea, picking leaves and books, my heart is dreamless and the window is empty at night.
Dawn comes out. Jingci sends Lin Zifang
---Yang Wanli
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun
Farewell at night in Wuzhong
p>---Bao Rong
Chu Ke thinks about the yellow leaves in autumn, Wu Ji sings at night against the blue clouds
Mountain Walk
--- Du Mu
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February
Ode to the Willows
---He Zhizhang
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
---Qu Yuan .
Antique
--- Tao Yuanming
The bright moon shines through the clouds
The broken willows
< p> ---Xiao GangThe leaves are dense and birds are in the way, and the flowers fall late when the wind is gentle.
Poem on Clothes
--- Liu Yun
Under the leaves of Gao wood in Liu Yun Pavilion, autumn clouds are flying in Longshou. 3. Ancient poems about leaves
The peach is young, and its leaves are pure.
-Book of Songs The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. -Fan Chengda I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
- He Zhizhang The willow leaves are singing and the green is dark, and the lotus flowers are red in the setting sun. -Wang Anshi The lotus leaf skirt has been cut, and the hibiscus is spread to both sides of the face.
-Wang Changling The lotus is still sad and hot at dusk: its lower surface is hidden deep in the green umbrella. -Yang Wanli The rice flowers and water chestnut leaves are full of flowing waves, and the autumn colors are like the sunset.
-Zhao Zhixin In early autumn, the leaves fall, and they drift like the hearts of guests. Under the Xiaoxiaoqiu forest, a leaf suddenly leaves.
The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, it is not spring. On the leaves of Xiaoshutong, the moon is white and the dew has just begun.
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is in autumn. This is the middle and ancient times. There are also authors: Era: Yuan Dynasty Author: Xu Zaisi Works: Water Fairy Night Rain Contents: The sound of Wuye leaves and the sound of autumn, A little bit of banana and a little sadness, After the third watch, I return to my dream.
After the lights have gone down and the chess pieces have not been collected, I sigh that the people in Xinfeng Gutuan are left alone. The worries of the two elders in Jiangnan are all in their hearts after ten years of sleeping together.
Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Yang Wanli Works: Xiaochu Jingci Farewell to Lin Zifang Content: After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Work: Gaoyangyang Content: Carving marks on palace powder, falling shadows of fairy clouds, deserted bay with no one in the wild water. The incense is buried in the west stone, and the collarbone is connected with the golden sand.
Nanlou doesn’t hate playing the transverse flute, but hates the dawn wind thousands of miles away from the mountains. Half drifting, dusk in the court, the moon is cold and dry.
Shouyang Kongli Chouluan asked who mixed the chalcedony to secretly mend fragrant scars? The drizzle returns, and the solitary mountain is infinitely cold in spring. It's hard to find a clear soul after leaving the soul. Dream silk clothes are found by the stream.
The most melancholy, the singing birds are clear and the bottoms of the leaves are clear and round. Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Works: Miscellaneous Odes of Living on the Lake Contents: The garden wall has curved willow trees, and a light can be seen in the sky on the quiet mountain.
The lotus leaves are fragrant like clouds, and the boat is swaying into Xiling. 4. Ancient poems about leaves
Ode to the Willow (He Zhizhang) The jasper is made up into a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I wonder who cuts the thin leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Mountain Walk (Du Mu) Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. The red leaves (Gao Qi) are covered with frost, and the forest is covered with red, and the sunset is shining brightly.
Once written about the resentment of autumn, it leaked out of Shangyang Palace. Dawn comes out of Jingci to send Lin Zifang off (Yang Wanli) After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Water chestnut marsh (Xue Tao) The water lilies hold green algae floating in the water, and the willow silk and leaves lie in the clear stream.
When can I go to the stream head and pick water chestnut flowers and go boating? In the mountains (Wang Wei) the streams are clear and white, and the rocks come out, and the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. 1) The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
—— Yang Wanli "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn" 2) Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. ——Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo? March 7th" 3) I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
—— He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows" 4) The world is a big dream, how many autumns are there in life? At night, the wind leaves are already singing. ——Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River? A Big Dream in the World" 5) These little officials in Caozhou County are always concerned about love.
—— Zheng Xie's "Painting Bamboo in the Weixian County Office to Present the New Year's Uncle Bao Dachengkuo" 6) Who thinks of the west wind and is alone in the cold, rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, meditating on the past and setting the sun. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand? Who cares about the west wind cooling alone" 7) The early sun on the leaves has dried up the rain, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts the load one by one.
——Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu Zhe? Burning Agarwood" 8) There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves. ——Yan Shu's "Broken Arrangement? Spring Scene" 9) The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the green waves are rising in the west wind.
—— Li Jing "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi? The fragrant lotus leaves are sold out" 10) The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is spread to both sides of the face. ——Wang Changling's "Two Lotus Plucking Songs" 11) The swaying leaves send off the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river stirs up the guest sentiment.
——Ye Shaoweng's "What I Saw in a Night Book" 12) The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall. ——Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan" 13) Plants and trees have their own heart, so why ask for beauty! ——Zhang Jiuling's "Feelings of Encountering Orchid Leaves in Spring" 14) The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building.
—— Li Jing "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi? The fragrant lotus leaves are sold out" 15) The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky across the leaves. ——Du Fu's "Prime Minister of Shu" 16) The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again.
—— Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" 17) I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but in the end I am not a teenager.
——Liu Guo's "Tang Duoling? Tingzhou covered with reed leaves" 18) Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
—— Bai Pu's "The Sky is Pure and the Sand is Autumn" 19) I haven't realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the sound of autumn leaves in front of the steps has already begun. ——Zhu Xi's "Poem to Encourage Learning" 20) Yellow-leafed trees in the rain, white-headed people under the lamp.
—— Sikong Shu "Happy to Meet My Brother Lu Lun" 21) Fallen leaves of foreign trees, people alone at night under cold lights. ——Ma Dai's "Autumn Residence in Ba Shang" 22) The autumn leaves of Jinjing sycamore are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by the frost at night.
—— Wang Changling's "Long Faith and Resentment" 23) When the lotus leaves are growing, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them. ——Li Shangyin's "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn" 24) White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the red leaves are scarce in the cold weather.
——Wang Wei "In the Mountains" 25) The situation is high and the wind is late, and the yellow leaves are flying on the mountains. ——Wang Bo's "In the Mountains" 26) A song of labor explains boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids.
——Xu Hun's "Farewell to Xie Ting" 27) The sound of Wuye leaves and the sound of autumn, the sound of bananas and the sound of sadness, the third watch returns to the dream after the third watch. ——Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy? Night Rain" 28) One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky.
—— Wen Tingyun's "Geng Luozi? Jade Furnace Incense" 29) The fallen leaves are all over the empty mountain, where can I find traces of whereabouts? ——Wei Yingwu's "Send to the Taoist Priests in Quanjiao Mountain" 30) The red leaves and yellow flowers are late in autumn, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles.
—— Yan Jidao's "Reminiscences of Faraway People? Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers, Late Autumn" 31) The tall buildings are full of dusk, and the sycamore leaves are covered with rustling rain. ——Yan Shu, "Treading on the Shasha? The Blue Sea Has No Waves" 32) Who knows that those who live in the forest will feel happy when they hear the wind and sit there.
—— Zhang Jiuling's "Encountering Orchid Leaves in Spring" 33) The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold, and I miss the red maple leaves. ——Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc? One Mountain" 34) A glass of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with drunken hibiscus.
——Bai Juyi's "Three Poems on Recalling the South of the Yangtze River" 35) The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail. ——Yu Xuanji's "Jianling Worry and Hope for Children's Peace" 36) The water splashing in the boat is different and green, leaning against the threshold, the wind swings the handle and the fragrance is fragrant.
—— Zheng Gu's "Lotus Leaves" 37) The strong wind has shed all the crimson leaves, and the green leaves have turned into shades and covered the branches. ——Du Mu's "Poetry of Sorrow" 38) Wild vegetables supplement the diet, and the sweet and long-lasting clover is eaten, and the fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust tree.
—— Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems on Sorrow and Feelings? Part One" 39) The leaves are falling one after another and the fragrance is flowing. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Walking on the Street? Autumn Nostalgia" 40) The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden pot and the leaves become dust.
——Li Shangyin's "Gift of Lotus" 41) Tingzhou is covered with reed leaves. ——Liu Guo's "Tang Duoling? Reed Leaves Mant Tingzhou" 42) Thank you diligently for the red leaves, so that you can go to the world.
—— Xuanzong's "Inscription on Red Leaves" 43) The heavy frost is all the painstaking efforts, sprinkled on Qianfeng Qiuye Dan. ——Qi Jiguang's "Wangque Terrace" 44) Gradually I write about farewell. In the depth of this feeling, the red paper is colorless.
—— Yan Jidao "Thinking of Faraway People? Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers, Late Autumn" 45) If you don’t believe in the storm, the rhombus branches are weak, and who teaches the moon dew that osmanthus leaves are fragrant. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled? Deep in Mochou Hall" 46) The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shone on a lonely boat.
—— Meng Haoran's "An Old Tour to Guangling on the Tonglu River" The autumn trees are luxuriant, their leaves are chlorotic, and there are birds on the mountain, gathering in the buds of mulberry trees. ——Wang Zhaojun's "Words of Resentment" I also write a period of lovesickness, the cold waves dance with sad red leaves, and I give away the sculls.
——Wu Wenying's "Jie Wan Yu·Drunken Clouds and Awakening Rain" The eyes are full, the deserted terraces and leaves are falling, and the guest house in Tokyo. ——Chen Weisong's "Man Jiang Hong·Qiu Ri Jing Xinlingjun Temple" One leaf falls, several horns sound, and the soul is broken. Tomorrow, I will try to see if there are crying marks on my clothes.
——Gu Cai's "Happy Meeting·The Autumn Wind Blows to Jiangcun" The leaves sounded cold and flew through the window screen. ——Deng Shan's "Tang Duoling: Mingxia after the Rain" The most sad thing is that the birds sing in the clear, and the bottoms of the leaves are green and round.
——Wu Wenying's "High Balcony·Falling Plum Blossoms" But the steps are full of fallen leaves, only tall trees. ——Wang Yisun's "Flower Sweeping Tour·Autumn Sound" The butterflies do not follow the spring and enter the Xunfengchi Pavilion.
——Jiang Yuanlong "Good things are coming soon·The leaves are dark and the milk is crows" Twenty years ago, I passed the South Tower again. ——Liu Guo's "Tang Duoling·Lu Ye Man Tingzhou" The waves rolled over a floating leaf.
——Chen Liang's "Nanxiangzi·Wind and Rain Man Pingzhou" The eyebrows are thin and the waist is light when dancing. ——Yan Shu, "Complaining of Heartfelt Love: The Willows Are Green in the East Wind" The fragrant grass is flat on the sand, the setting sun is far away from the trees, and the ruthless peach leaves are crossing the river.
——Zhang Zhu's "Stepping." 5. What are the poems about "leaves"
1. "Youth Travel: After the Double Ninth Festival"
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
After the Double Ninth Festival, the west wind becomes stronger, The leaves in the garden are in full bloom. Zhu Lan Xiangxiao, the hibiscus is charming, especially fighting for beauty.
Before the frost and under the moon, the slanting red and light stamens are bright and want to rejuvenate. Don't divide the calyx easily. Give it to your loved one.
2. "Playing with the new garden tree, chanting the sentiments"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
In early April, the new leaves are overcast. The shaking scenery is beautiful and the covered courtyard is deep.
Is there anyone here who has nothing to do? Not only can you play with things, but you can also relax your clothes.
Sometimes I talk to Taoists, or listen to poets.
The spring is full of fragrance and there are many singing birds at night.
Occasionally find a quiet and leisurely place, and then forget the worldly mind. To realize that the true hermit does not need to be in the mountains and forests.
3. "Two Poems of Autumn Thoughts"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Ya
The coolness of the Internet Xuan blows the light clothes, and the jade leaks are heard even longer at night.
The Tianhe River becomes wet every month, and magpies are startled by the frequent flying of autumn leaves.
Gonglian Taiye sees Cangbo, and the heat of summer is slightly reduced, but the mood of autumn is more.
The breeze picked up overnight, and the dewdrops filled the lotus pond.
4. "Tong Li Yi Shang Qiu"
Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun
When old, the head is white, and in autumn, the leaves are yellow.
I scratch my head towards the yellow leaves and feel sad with you.
5. "Sending a Friend in the Autumn Twilight"
Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao
The lonely Guanhe River is at dusk, and the leaves are low in the frost wind.
Far away from the sky, the cold sun sets on the west peak.
Aspirations are lost in the mist, but time is lost in homelessness.
Qingxiao talks about Bai Pavilion, which has been lost for ten years.
6. "Cool Night in the Front Garden"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The color of the dew mat is like jade, and the wind creates shadows like waves.
Sitting there and worrying about the falling leaves, there are many bright moons in the courtyard. 6. Ancient poems related to "leaf"
There are too many poems about leaves! ! ! Take a few at random:
The Book of Songs Gourd Leaves
Gourd leaves with flags and banners, pick them and prosper. A gentleman has wine, so he can taste it.
If there is a rabbit with a head, it can be burned with a cannon. If a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words.
If there is a rabbit's head, burn it. If a gentleman has wine, drink it with your words.
If there is a rabbit with a head, it will be burned with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he will reward him with words.
The Book of Songs: There are bitter leaves on the beetle.
There are bitter leaves on the beetle, and the benefits are profound. Deep is severe, shallow is exposed.
There are rivers and rivers flowing, and there are pheasants and pheasants singing. The rails are not wet when the economy is full, and the pheasants cry in search of their mates.
The geese are singing and the sun is rising. If a scholar returns to his wife, the ice has not yet melted.
Recruiting boats, people are involved. Whether a person is involved or not, he must be my friend.
Early Autumn Guesthouse Du Mu
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is startled by autumn.
I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about the guests every year.
Where do we end up leaving? How long will it last?
Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free.
Fallen Leaves Kong Shaoan
In early autumn, the leaves fall, falling like a guest’s heart.
Fanfei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.
He Du Lu's "Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi
On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new for a while.
It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring.
Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly.
When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind.
One Leaf Falls by Bai Juyi
The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen.
Cold and temperature, as well as the rise and fall, are related to the exterior and interior.
Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves.
Don’t say it’s falling, it’s starting from now on.
Watching the red leaves while drunk Bai Juyi
The autumn trees stand in the wind, and the wine lasts for many years.
The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, it is not spring.
Sophora japonica leaves are harvested coldly by Du Fu
The green and tall locust leaves are harvested and sent to the Chinese chef. New noodles come to the market, and they are all delicious.
If you are too mature to enter the capital, you will have no desire to add a meal. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included.
The meridian teeth are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu.
The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small and the algae are bright.
In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed.
On a moonlit night, cold dew is seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree Dai Cha
On the leaves of the sycamore tree, the white dew of the moon appears. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold.
The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night.
The congealed sky flows everywhere, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don't be tired of looking at the approaching tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi.
One leaf fell, Li Cunzhen
One leaf fell, and the pearls and foil were wiped.
At this time, the scenery was desolate.
The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain.
Blowing the curtain, thinking about the past.
Lotus Leaf Li Qunyu
The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew.
Plant in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.
The banyan leaves in Liuzhou in February have all fallen off. Liu Zongyuan
The official affairs and thoughts are desolate, half-spring turns like autumn.
After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the banyan leaves fill the courtyard with the cries of orioles.
Red Leaves Luo Yin
But beside the deserted city, the evening light shines brightly.
The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain.
Wandering on Baling Road, beauty Changxin Palace.
Waiting for the end of the year, there is endless hope.
Fallen leaves Qi Ji
It is late in autumn, and you can see your neighbors outside the window.
No one in the world is shocked. I am alone in the forest.
Xiao Sao Wei moon night, overlapping morning frost morning.
Yesterday it was overcast, and the orioles were singing and the trees were springing.
Fallen Leaves Wang Jian
The old green is in different directions, and the first red has overlapped.
The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree.
Red Leaves Wu Rong
The dew-stained frost-dried flakes are light and become bright in the setting sun.
The harmonious smoke falls in the nine-autumn colors, and the love spreads thousands of miles along with the waves.
There are shadows of birds hidden in the moon for several nights, and the sound of crickets is heard in every family.
For a moment, I didn’t feel much regret, watching the breeze cut the flowers.
Looking at the yellow leaves in Yuezhou, Zhang said
Looking at the yellow leaves with a white head, the faces are complex and geometric.
Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song.
Frost leaves fly thousands of miles away
The clouds hang down to the ground, the smoke from the embankment is heavy, and Yan Hong sets out on the river for the first time. The dew lotus leaves, the wind and the willows are sparse, and the terraces and pavilions are still quiet. Hate pulse pulse, separation love resentment dawn. Lovesick soul dreams on a small screen. The tired guest collects his clothes, dust flies all over him, and the jade mirror shines shamefully. Infinitely quiet streets and secluded streets, pursuing joy and seeking rewards, arriving first before others leave behind. The young man's thoughts turned empty, and Kuang Lao came to embrace him. All the green leaves and red flowers have passed. The sound of separation was relaxed and tidy at that time. Ask about the beauty, from being haggard, to reducing the waistline, how much like a man. 7. The poems about "leaves" are urgent~~~~
1. The autumn wind blows, and the Dongting ripples under the wooden leaves - Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs"
2. In the courtyard There are strange trees with blooming green leaves.
3. The bright moon among the bright clouds scorches the Chinese leaves. -- Tao Yuanming's "Ancient History"
4. The dense leaves prevent birds from flying, and the flowers fall late when the wind is light. "Breaking Willows" by Xiao Gang
5. Under the leaves of Tinggao trees, autumn clouds are flying in Longshou. Liu Yun's "Poem of Punching Clothes"
6. The mountain monk can't count the number of jiats, and one fallen leaf knows the autumn of the world.
7. A falling leaf indicates autumn; a leaf blooming indicates spring.
8. The depressing scenery is here again. A falling leaf indicates the arrival of autumn;
Looking at the dry and yellow scenery of the horizon, wild geese from the north fly south to leave their hometown.
Why do I hate autumn but why? When I feel sad, there are many sad words;
Looking at the mirror with white hair and knowing that autumn is young, I can see the sun and flutter my wings again.
9. The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop the leaves from falling but the wind follows its movement
10. The autumn leaves are not finished yet to encourage the autumn wind, and it is hard to sleep in the cold night facing the lonely lamp;
The clouds are blooming, the stars are thin and the moon is making shadows, and the mandarin ducks are crouching around their necks in the pond.
I always have longing for you, how can I hope to dance to the ninth level;
If you want to talk about it, don’t worry about it. Reminiscing people without words.
11. One flower and one world, one leaf and one Tathagata. When spring comes, the flowers become green, and when autumn leaves fall, the endless prajna is at ease, and the words are silent, moving and still. 8. About writing Poems of Leaves
Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Gao Qi Works: Red Leaves Content: The forest is dyed red with frost, and the setting sun shines on it.
Once written about the resentment of autumn, it leaked out of Shangyang Palace. Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Anonymous Work: Guazhier Content: Lotus beads The dew-dropped lotus leaves appear, and it is the servants who caressingly to thread the thread.
Who knows how much your watery nature changes: it disperses here and then rounds up there. Enemies who have no true nature will change with the wind.
Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Tang Yin Work: I Love Autumn Fragrance Content: I paint the long blue river water, and love the sadness of the maple leaves on the evening pavilion. The autumn moon shines brightly on the Buddhist temple, and cigarette smoke curls around the prayer tower.
Era: Yuan Author: Anonymous Work: Wuye'er Content: Autumn is coming, it is getting colder, and the cold wild geese are flying south. The sycamore tree has yellow leaves.
It’s so desolate, half of the embroidered quilt is free. Era: Yuan Author: Yang Chaoying Works: Qingjiang Yin Content: In deep autumn, the best leaves are maple leaves, stained with orangutan blood.
The wind brews autumn in Chutian, and the frost soaks the moon in Wujiang. There will be more sunsets tomorrow! Era: Yuan Dynasty Author: Xu Zaisi Works: Water Fairy·Ye Yu Content: The sound of Wuye leaves and the sound of autumn, A little bit of banana and a little sadness, After the third watch, I return to my dream.
After the lights have gone down and the chess pieces have not been collected, I sigh that the people in Xinfeng Gutuan are left alone. The worries of the two elders in Jiangnan are all in their hearts after ten years of sleeping together.
Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Yang Wanli Works: Xiaochu Jingci Farewell to Lin Zifang Content: After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Work: Gaoyangyang Content: Carving marks on palace powder, falling shadows of fairy clouds, deserted bay with no one in the wild water. The incense is buried in the west stone, and the collarbone is connected with the golden sand.
Nanlou doesn’t hate playing the transverse flute, but hates the dawn wind thousands of miles away from the mountains. Half drifting, dusk in the court, the moon is cold and dry.
Shouyang Kongli Chouluan asked who mixed the chalcedony to secretly mend fragrant scars? The drizzle returns, and the solitary mountain is infinitely cold in spring.
It's hard to find a clear soul after leaving the soul. Dream silk clothes are found by the stream.
The most melancholy, the singing birds are clear and the bottoms of the leaves are clear and round. Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Works: Miscellaneous Odes of Living on the Lake Contents: The garden wall has curved willow trees, and a light can be seen in the sky on the quiet mountain.
The lotus leaves are fragrant like clouds, and the boat is swaying into Xiling. Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Lei Works: Sitting at Night Content: There is no one in the courtyard and the moon is shining brightly in autumn, and the night frost is about to clear up first.
The phoenix tree is really unwilling to wither, and its leaves still make a sound in the wind. Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Works: Siyuanren Contents: Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and I read about travelers who have traveled thousands of miles.
The flying clouds have passed away, and I have no letter when I return home. Where can I send a letter? When the tears fall out of the window, I spin the inkstone to grind the ink.
Gradually write goodbye, deep in this feeling, the red paper is colorless. Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Liu Yong Works: Jade Butterfly Content: Look where the rain has gathered and the clouds have broken, lean on the railing quietly and watch the autumn light.
The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, the duckweeds are growing old, the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow.
Remaining sad. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Unforgettable. During the writing period, there will be a party, a few lonely wind and moon, and the stars and frost will change again and again.
The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang? Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith, pointing to the dusk sky and empty consciousness to return home. Looking at each other sadly.
In the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises. Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Lin Bu Works: Sudongxiaogong Contents: Autumn mountains are inexhaustible, and autumn thoughts are also boundless.
The red leaves flow in the blue stream, and the green forest is dotted with white clouds. Under the cool shade of a bird, falling crystals scatter among the cicadas.
Who can smell the banana rain on your pillow this night? Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao Work: Breaking Through the Huanxi Sand Content: Knead the gold into pieces and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's. How vulgar are the plum pistils? Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and crude.
Thousands of miles of dreams have penetrated people's worries, but they are ruthless. Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Fan Zhongyan Works: Yu Jie Xing Contents: Falling leaves are fragrant, the night is silent, and the cold sound breaks.
Pearl [1] The jade building is empty, the sky is pale and the Milky Way hangs down to the ground. Every year and tonight, the moon is as bright as the moon, and the moon is as long as a person is thousands of miles long.
There is no reason for me to get drunk when my heart is broken. Before the wine arrives, I burst into tears. The remaining lamp lights up the pillow, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone.
Everyone comes to [2] this matter, between the eyebrows and in the heart, there is no way to avoid it. Era: Tang Author: Zhang Ji Works: Qiu Shan Contents: There are no clouds in Qiu Mountain [1] but the wind is strong [2]. Watching the moonrise and deep pines at the head of the stream [3].
The thatched cottage is not closed, the stone bed is quiet, and there is a heavy sound of dew falling among the leaves[4]. Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Yu Xuanji Work: Jiangling Worry and Hope to Send Children's Peace Content: Thousands of maple leaves turn into ten thousand branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
The heart of remembering you is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Xue Tao Works: Watershed Pond Contents: Green algae float on the water, and willow silk and leaves lie on the clear stream.
When can I go to the stream head and pick water chestnut flowers and go boating? Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Xu Hun Works: Going to the Tongguan Posthouse in Autumn Contents: The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in Changting.
The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle section. The colors of the trees are different from each other, and the sound of the river flows into the sea far away.
When the bright moon arrives in the imperial hometown, I still dream of fishing and woodcutter. Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Xu Yin Works: Secret color tea cup left over from tribute Contents: The green and auspicious colors blend into the new color, Tao Cheng gets tribute to my king first.
The bright moon is skillfully cut out to dye the spring water, and thin ice is lightly applied to fill the green clouds. The ancient mirror is covered with broken moss, and the tender lotus leaves are exposed by the riverside.
The bamboo leaves in Zhongshan are fragrant for the first time, and those who are sick are worthy of the title. Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Wen Tingyun Work: Morning Journey to Shangshan Content: Starting in the morning to recruit priests, travelers mourn their hometown.
The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall.
Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Wei Yingwu Works: Send to the Taoist priests in Quanjiao Mountain Content: It is cold in the county now, and I suddenly miss the guests in the mountains.
Bundle thorn bushes at the bottom of the stream, and boil white stones when you return. I want to hold a ladle of wine to soothe the wind and rain from afar.
The fallen leaves are all over the empty mountain, where can I find traces of my whereabouts? Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Wang Wei Works: In the Mountain Content: The stream is clear and white rocks come out, and the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and people’s clothes are wet with greenery in the sky. 9. Ancient poems about leaves
He Du Lu's "Red Leaves"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new.
It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring.
Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly.
When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind.
Watching the red leaves while drunk
Tang Bai Juyi
The autumn trees stand in the wind, and people drink wine for a long time.
The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, it is not spring.
Cold dew is seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree on a moonlit night
Inscribed on the leaves of the sycamore tree
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Last year the tung trees fell on the old stream, and the leaves were inscribed Guiyan poetry.
Jiang Lou returns to Yan today, which is exactly when he wrote the leaves last year.
It’s a pity that Ye Luoyan has returned home, and his mysterious hair has no time to flow to the east.
The laughter at the banquet and singing table turns melancholy, and the bright moon and clear breeze see parting.
Zhuang Sou and Peng Shang were in the same dream, and Tao Qian’s life experiences were left behind.
One pill and five colors are just empty words, and there is no doubt that the stone is broken and the loose fuel is broken.
If you are extravagant and effortless, your writing is like a piece of brocade. Why should you be as sharp as a cone if you advance?
The God of Money makes you know that you are invincible, and the Holy Spirit of Wine is as common as me.
The autumn light is reflected in the Toad Pavilion mirror by the river, and the green hills in front of the threshold are covered with mausoleum eyebrows.
The fragrance of the bottle spreads lightly over several branches of chrysanthemums, and the shadow of the eaves slants into half of the chess game.
Don't point out the clumsiness of officialdom, just pray to God for your stupidity.
Three Wu smoke levels create thoughts, and I would rather go to the place of idleness.
Send Chen Yu the fallen leaves
Hanyu of the Tang Dynasty
The fallen leaves do not change, and the broken canopy never returns. The fluttering winds are different from each other in the end, and the encounters are temporarily dependent on each other.
Quiet late night words, long and cold moonlight. Who said that when young people say goodbye, everyone sheds tears and stains their clothes.
Xisha
Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
The bottom of the leaves is green with apricots hanging down. The branches are thin and willowy. The evening orioles sing in the deep courtyard. It's a shame that romance turns into a bad luck, and there's no news about my return date. He holds his chin and is speechless, his green eyebrows lowered.
Qingpingle
Song Yanshu
The autumn light is getting late. The first banquet was held in the small pavilion. The leaves of the forest are still bright red. The courtyard is covered with moss after the rain. Madam Xiao persuaded me to go to Jinxi. Yinqin sings new lyrics. Dusk goes and morning comes and we grow old, what is life if we don’t drink.