Autumn ci
Liu Yuxi
Only desolate autumn can arouse people's memories.
I think autumn is much better than spring.
When a crane flies in the blue sky and beats the clouds.
My poetry flew to heaven with her.
wild goose
Jiang Hang presented the goose.
Ouyang Xiu
Wild geese live in clouds and water.
Pay more than one wing.
At the end of the year, Jianghu guests.
Don't say goodbye and fly south with me.
grey/white hair
Shang shan Zao hang
Wen tingjun
Morning start sign
Kexingbei hometown
Chicken Sheng Mao Dianyue
Banqiao cream
Huye luoshan road
Zhihua Yi Ming wall
Teaching dream
Yan fu is full of happiness
maple
Travel in the mountains
Du Mu
Winding along the rocky path in Lengshan Town.
There are people in Bai Yunsheng.
Parking LAM Raymond likes to sit up late.
Frosted leaves are redder than flowers in February.
chrysanthemum
Hangju
Chao Huang
When the Double Ninth Festival comes in September,
After the chrysanthemum blooms, the flowers wither.
The fragrance permeates Chang 'an.
The curse of golden flower
Double Ninth Festival
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Wang Wei
A lonely stranger in a strange land, I was left behind.
on festive occasions more than ever one thinks of one's dear ones far away
My brothers must have crossed some heights by now.
But the disappearance of a dogwood wearer will affect the performance.
2. Poem 1 About the description of wild geese, "To tell the truth, Jin Furong lives for fragrance" [Song] Yan Shu's flowing water is light and the sky is grey.
The road is boundless. From a high point of view.
The beauty came, and she daydreamed infinitely. Vernacular: The running water becomes thinner, the blue sky becomes longer and longer, and the road of life is long. Looking at the distance from a height, the eyes disappear, and when the geese come, they will always evoke infinite reverie.
2, "Fisherman's Pride" [Song] Fan Zhongyan blocked the scenery, and Hengyang geese went without checking. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
Vernacular: When it comes to the border jam in autumn, the scenery will be very different, and nothing will be left by the geese in Hengyang. Corners in all directions began to remind me that thousands of miles away, the smoke of the Great Wall, the sunset and the lonely city in the desert slowly closed.
3, "A prune, red lotus root fragrant residual jade in autumn" [Song] Li Qingzhao, red lotus root fragrant residual jade in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Vernacular: the red lotus root is ripe, the lotus flower is scattered, and the mat is cold until autumn comes.
I took off my clothes and boarded the Lanzhou ship alone. Who delivers letters from my hometown in the cloud? When the geese returned, the moonlight filled the west building. 4. Returning to the Wild Goose [Tang] Du Fu came to Wan Li for several years.
The heartbroken geese in Jiangcheng fly to the sky and the north. Vernacular: Guests thousands of miles away from the East will not come back until several years after the war is settled.
I'm afraid my intestines have been broken, and the geese in Jiangcheng are flying high to the north in the sky. 5, "Lonely Goose" [Tang] Du Fu's "Lonely Goose doesn't drink, flies".
The geese disappear in the sea of clouds, who will pity the geese in the sky? Vernacular: Wild geese who stray from the group can't drink water or peck rice, but the chirping sound flying around is thinking of their lost geese. Who will pity that shadow and get lost in the clouds thousands of miles away?
3. Poems about the blue sky, geese, chrysanthemums, Chongyang, Gordon and maple trees, the bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue")
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . (Jia Dao: An absence note)
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. (Li Qingzhao: "A Prune")
The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor.
(Text: "Yao Sefen")
You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it. (Liu Che: "Autumn Poems")
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
(Tao Yuanming: "Five Articles on Drinking")
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
(Li Qingzhao: "Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Sorrow Forever")
On September 9, at Wangxiangtai, he sat in a farewell cup.
Wang Bo: Nine days in central Sichuan. Climb in nine days.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
(Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
There is a strong desire to climb mountains, and no one brings wine.
(Cen Can: "Thinking about Chang 'an Hometown on March 9th")
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
(Du Mu: "Mountain Walk")
In late autumn, the smoke rises and the maple trees whisper.
(Dai Shulun: San Lv Temple)
The above is for reference.
4. Beautiful poem about geese, returning to geese in spring on March 3rd.
Although the spring breeze is not soft, it is still raging in some places. The branches that sprouted yesterday are now covered by clusters of trees, Mao Mao. Walk casually on the way to work and look up casually. I was shocked at first, and then I was excited. What is flying in a neat "human" formation? Ah, it's a goose! I almost cried. ...
Goose-that's the memory I carved in the sulcus when I was a child. I can't tell whether it is spring or autumn. The elders are chatting while working in the yard, and the children are playing around the adults. Occasionally, geese can be seen flying in the sky, arranged neatly, like a parade formation, flying overhead, flying into the distance with a "human" shape and a "one" shape. The elders say it's a wild goose, so we call it a wild goose. The elders said that geese come and go in the spring and autumn, and they travel long distances without eating or drinking. We nodded clearly. The elder said Hongyan can pass books, and we hope to take a message to Beijing.
Time flies faster than water. Playing with children in those days has already passed the age of no doubt, and the beautiful flying posture and neat formation are covered by annual rings, lost in the fairy tale world, and interpreted as "the story of Hongyan" and "the ambition of swan".
Someone once said it was a migratory bird in the afterlife. Do you envy geese flying freely under the blue sky? I hope I can enjoy the beautiful rivers, lakes, mountains and peaks like geese; Or are you eager to dance with the flowing clouds and listen to the sounds of nature? Perhaps I am jealous of the romantic interest of geese kissing the sunset in the early morning and accompanying the sunset in the evening. No, I admire Yaner for fighting in the sky, fighting with the wind, and measuring the ups and downs of her home with her wings.
The elders told by the finger goose in the yard may not realize that they are teaching the profound truth of being a man; Those children who are playing slowly understand the meaning of "the ambition of a swan" Unconsciously, legends and ambitions have infiltrated the children's skin, dissolved into their blood, and grew up with them, casting them into their ambitions.
On the way home, I looked at the sky from time to time, looking for the trace of the goose, immersed in the thoughts of the goose. It is often said that "people leave their names, geese leave their voices." Although they can't find the trace of the geese and can't hear their songs, I know that the geese must have gone to the lush swamp, where they must have saved their strength and made great achievements.
When I entered the room, I saw my neighbor holding a handful of incense. I looked puzzled and didn't understand what this meant. She said, "Today is March 3rd." Oh! It turns out that geese know solar terms better than people, and I can't help but sigh: On March 3rd, geese return in spring!