The ancient poems for autumn in the first grade are as follows:
1. "Autumn Thoughts" Zhang Ji
The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang City, and the desire to write is full of meaning. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.
Translation: The autumn wind began to blow again in Luoyang City, and the cool breeze blew up the thousands of thoughts buried in my heart, so I wanted to write a letter to express my longing for my family. Worried that there might be something left unwritten in the rush of time, I opened the envelope again and checked it before the sender was about to leave.
2. "Autumn Poems" Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring tide. A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky.
Translation: Since ancient times, poets and poets have lamented the depression, desolation and emptiness of autumn. But I say autumn is far better than spring. It's a crisp autumn day with clear skies.
A crane soars into the sky and pushes away the clouds, which also inspires my poetry to fly into the clear sky. It's autumn, the mountains are bright and the water is clear, and there is already frost at night; the leaves turn from green to yellow, but a few of them have red leaves, which are particularly conspicuous among the light yellow. When you climb up to the tall building, you can see the clear autumn in all directions; you won't feel like it. Spring scenery makes people crazy like that.
3. "Autumn Thoughts on the Pure Sky and Sands" by Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water. On the ancient road, the west wind blows and the horse is thin, the sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.
Translation: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines, emitting a shrill cry. The sound of running water under the small bridge was heard, smoke was curling up from the houses of farmers beside the bridge, and a skinny horse was plodding forward on the ancient road against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. In the cold night, there are only lonely travelers wandering in distant places.
4. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji
The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
Translation: The moon has set, the crows are crows and the sky is filled with cold air. I sleep sadly in front of the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the sound of ringing bells in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
5. "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Break free to Chun-fang, Sun-self to stay.
Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and the fall of night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The bright moon sheds clear light from the gaps in the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks. The noisy sound in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be wandering up and down the boat. The fragrance of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.