There is a poem about autumn wind and maple leaves. A poem about maple leaves in autumn.
1, [Ming] Liu Ji's Songs on the River (Four Songs)
Excerpts from the original text:
It's autumn for Polygonum hydropiper and red maple, and Chu Yun is full of water.
Explanation:
Polygonum hydropiper and golden maple leaves are yellow in autumn, and the clouds in the sky of Chu and Wujiang are endless.
2. [Song] Wang Yan's "Sending Xu Wei to Baling, Jane Deng Qi is good for the king"
Excerpts from the original text:
The road in Lisao is cold, and the autumn wind is like a red maple.
Explanation:
Wherever I see it, I feel sad. The road by the river is very deserted. The smell of autumn seems to have dyed the maple leaves at the head of the river red.
3.[ Ming] Shang "Letter to Wang Chengfu"
Excerpts from the original text:
Wu Jiangfeng is cold and autumn, and he is a poor foreign poet.
Explanation:
The bleak autumn wind in Wujiang blows the maple leaves, and the geese begin to fly south. I am good at writing words. I am lonely and in a foreign land.
4, [Song] Chao Shuo "Send Fan Ba Xi Shang"
Excerpts from the original text:
Maple trees in the river head are autumn, and the king of Soochow is worried.
Explanation:
The golden maple leaves along the river indicate that autumn is coming, and the prince and grandson of Soochow are worried.
5. [Song] Gong Chao traced back to "I have a topic with my son and my brother"
Excerpts from the original text:
Autumn is beside Feng Dan, and the heart is beside the white goose.
Explanation:
In autumn, the maple leaves on the shore turn yellow and the sad geese fly south.
2. What are the poems about maple leaves?
Poems about maple leaves:
1, Jiangling is worried about sending her son to a safe place.
Don, Yu.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
2. Night berth near Fengqiao.
Don, people.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
3. hiking.
Don, Du Mu.
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
4. Listen to the flowing tones.
Tang, Wang Changling.
Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided.
The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep.
5, youth travel Lin Feng red through the evening smoke green.
Song Dynasty, Jie Jiang.
The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.
The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.
6, partridge day, maple leaves fall into the river, water falls into autumn.
Song Dynasty, Su Dong.
Maple falls into the river, water falls into the wild, and autumn falls. The faint smoke and rotten grass are connected with the hills in the suburbs.
Drunk sleep in Xiaowu Huangmaodian, dreaming of leaning on Hongye Building in Gaocheng.
It's a long day and a long road. Fan Song, Tang Zheng, waits for leisure.
Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Pu Yuan Furong Ye is sad.
3. What are the poems about "Maple Leaf"?
Pipa, Bai Juyi, I see the guests off, I swim by Xunyang River at night, and the maple leaves and rushes whisper in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. Du Mu, who travels in the mountains, is far away from the cold mountains, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. The romantic charm of maple leaves is full of fragrance. The fragrance of maple leaves:-In summer in Sarutobi Kurenai, the autumn is magnificent and the frost leaves are fragrant.
I want to drift away, but my dream is broken. Simple and noble, who knows, without hatred, dead leaves are lonely.
Clouds cover tears, winds promote haggard, and water cries. Worried.
Fall in love with this world as soon as possible, look around sadly and be alone. You can't sue anyone if you want, so you cry and sing poetry.
The waning moon is silent and cold, the eyebrows are difficult to show, and it is as sad as a disease. Turn the roots, swing without leaking, and be silent until winter.
Autumn rain is full of alcohol and tobacco, and I can't bear to listen to resentment against the sunset. Introspection and sadness, loneliness and delusion.
Candles dim dreams. Who cares about feelings and adds bitter hope, melancholy, cold maple tears thousands of lines.
The soul swings half a silk, drifting with the heart. Worry, the lonely geese are more boundless when the frost comes.
Seeing guests off at Xunyang River at night, the maple leaves are blooming, and the autumn wind is rustling —— Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip stops loving the maple trees late, and the frost leaves bloom in February —— Du Mu's Mountain Trip hangs bright sails, and the maple leaves fall behind him —— Li Bai's Niuzhu Night Mooring Thoughts has thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge hides the evening sails ——— The rest of Jiangling Sorrow Hope blows white clouds, and Wan Li sends it.
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
-Du Mu Jiang Jiangfeng Cheng Jiangfeng Depression does not compete with Song Junyi. A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.
Sleeping at night in autumn rain, Bai Juyi is sunny and cold, and the frost leaves are full of red. Du Mu stopped to sit in the mountains and loved the maple forest late, and the frost leaves were red in February.
Send Zhou Zi Luodi to visit Shandian, Cen Can, Jingnan, Jiangcheng Orange Blossom and New Maple Leaf. On the moonlit night in Jianglou, I heard the flute. Liu Cang thought that the moon was floating and the waves were white, and the sound entered the maple leaf autumn in Yun Lan.
Autumn flowers in Yushanling are like snow, and maple leaves can't help but frost. After the hole was full, Song Wenzhi was covered with maple leaves and the garden was full of orange flowers.
Send Meng Haoran's "Dongting in the South of Wang Changling" to a distant place, and the maple leaves will surprise the autumn. Jiang Feng Cheng Xiong Yan Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
In the mountains, Wang Lidong's maple tree is under the Red Mansion at the west corner of Wuyoumen in Chengdu. Look at a maple tree at once. In early winter, the maple leaves on the ground are all good, and the plum blossoms are fragrant before they move.
In late autumn, the maple leaves want to be sad first, but the chrysanthemums don't grow. In Wen Zhiming, the mountains and rivers are long and dry to dispel the summer heat, the pine trees are old and the autumn maple leaves are new.
Qiu Guang sent Masuda back to China and Lu Xun helped her. The maple leaves are as tender and cold as Dan. In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
4. Poems praising autumn red leaves
Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was lonely and unbearable, covering up her drunkenness. -Yang Wanli's Autumn Mountain
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
Hanging the sails of the Ming Dynasty, the fallen leaves are behind me. -Nostalgia in Li Bai's "Sleeping at night under the Niuzhu Mountain"
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge hides the evening sails. -Yu "Worry about Jiangling Hope to Send My Son Peace"
I painted the blue river, and I loved the maple leaves in the evening pavilion. -Tang Yin's I Love Chou-heung.
Dongting is far away, and maple leaves are in early autumn. -Send Meng Haoran from Lingnan, Wang Changling.
Jiang Feng was depressed and didn't argue with Song Yun. -Jiang Shangfeng Cheng
The rain in Xiangshan is loose and green, and the frost is red in maple leaves. The wind blows white clouds and Wan Li sends tenderness.
Fengxiang was in Hua Jing late, and Jinshan was in the shadow.
The red Ye Feng forest is full of tongues, and the yellow mud is wild and dances with chickens.
Frost-dyed crow maple is drunk in the sun, and cold rushes to Jinghe River with ice flow.
Wild geese fly high, the sun and the moon are white, and the green maple turns red in the frosty sky.
5. Poems describing autumn maple leaves in primary schools
The romantic charm of maple leaves is full of fragrance. The fragrance of maple leaves:-In summer in Sarutobi Kurenai, the autumn is magnificent and the frost leaves are fragrant.
I want to drift away, but my dream is broken. Simple and noble, who knows, without hatred, dead leaves are lonely.
Clouds cover tears, winds promote haggard, and water cries. Worried.
Fall in love with this world as soon as possible, look around sadly and be alone. You can't sue anyone if you want, so you cry and sing poetry.
The waning moon is silent and cold, the eyebrows are difficult to show, and it is as sad as a disease. Turn the roots, swing without leaking, and be silent until winter.
Autumn rain is full of alcohol and tobacco, and I can't bear to listen to resentment against the sunset. Introspection and sadness, loneliness and delusion.
Candles dim dreams. Who cares about feelings and adds bitter hope, melancholy, cold maple tears thousands of lines.
The soul swings half a silk, drifting with the heart. Worry, the lonely geese are more boundless when the frost comes.
On the night of seeing visitors off, the Xunyang River is full of maple leaves, and the autumn wind is rustling —— Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip stops loving the maple forest late, and the frost leaves bloom in February —— Du Mu's Mountain Trip hangs bright sails, and the maple leaves fall behind him —— Li Bai's Niuzhu Night Mooring Thoughts has thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge hides the late dusk sails —— the rest of Jiangling Sorrow Hope.
6. Poems and ancient poems of autumn red leaves
Tu Mu, a mountain walker, is far away in Hanshan.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Man Fang Ting. Maple leaves flow in Dan, summer and autumn are gorgeous, and frost colors flow in Dan.
I want to drift away, but my dream is broken. Simple and noble, who knows, without hatred, dead leaves are lonely.
Clouds cover tears, winds promote haggard, and water cries. Worried.
Fall in love with this world as soon as possible, look around sadly and be alone. You can't sue anyone if you want, so you cry and sing poetry.
The waning moon is silent and cold, the eyebrows are difficult to show, and it is as sad as a disease. Turn the roots, swing without leaking, and be silent until winter.
On the night of "Night Sleeping Cow White", there was no cloud in the blue sky by the Xijiang River. I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine. Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
Jiangling sent thousands of maple leaves to the river, and the river bridge was hidden by sunset sails. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
One night-Zhang Jishuang, who was parked near Fengqiao, slept in Jiangfeng. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang to Dai Shulun Yuanxiang, visiting San Lv Temple, and there was an endless stream. Why did Qu Song complain?
In late autumn, the smoke rises, and Li Shangyin in the rustling maple forest is alone in the cold night, and the rain is hard to break. When Feng was drunk, she loved and hated.
"Li Servant Shoots Huainan" Tang Zhao once praised enriching the people in his early years, and it is hard to be ashamed now. New promises are like mountains, and old promises are like water.
The red leaves in Ma Si are rustling late, and the Yangtze River falls in autumn in Rizhao. I don't hesitate to know my own advantages, but I'm worried about one thing.
Wen Shangshu was sent to fly in front of the rustling red leaves in Kou Zhun, and Wang Sun was sent back to Jinzhou. However, you should be disappointed when you go for an old swim, so the stream and autumn moss are both fish.
"Relocation" Song Author: Wu Xiumen for a long time, lack of a strong plan, invading China to donate books. The mink fur is dusty, the cottage is late, and it is close to the rivers and lakes.
After falling on the blue sky and the moon, the rustling wild geese came early. An old friend brought wine to do good deeds and sent me to forget the old road. Jinling, Song and Wang Jue missed the past. He spent the autumn alone in Jiangcheng.
A bird with smoke leaves a bamboo, and several sails return to the boat under the rain. The rustling dusk blows the red leaves, and the miserable Leng Yun collapses the old building.
The old country is desolate, who asks, and the heart is more romantic and does not recover. Mr. Lu Xun wrote in the poem "Send Zeng Tian back to China" that Fusang is like a maple leaf that is tender and cold as Dan.
However, I turned to Yang to send my guests back, and my heart recalled the scene of spending the New Year together. Guo Moruo once wrote a poem about red leaves: the red leaves have been frosted for a long time, but they still love the old branches.
Open the window to listen to birds, and bow down to new poems. Modern people's poems praising red leaves are also very popular with the population: autumn mountains reflect summer, Sichuan red; Fallen leaves flow on both sides of the maple tree.
Suddenly it was like a night of wind and frost, like painting black and pink. ★ Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves, caterpillars spit autumn silk, and Xiao Xuan is opposite; A small room with a windowsill.
Close "Autumn Day" ★ Autumn is full of the old Furong Courtyard, and the frost on the grass is like autumn: autumn colors. Old: deep.
Close "Magnolia" ★ How many green lotus flowers are in the sunset. Know who to hate and who to carry the west wind; Who is it?
Back to the west wind: back to the autumn wind. Refers to the lotus leaf bent by the autumn wind.
Song and Qin Guan's "Young Beauty" ★ Mountain coating, sticky rotten grass in the sky, painting broken rotten grass: hay. Horn painting: a horn used in the army.
Breakthrough: Do it. Bridge Gate: Drum Tower on the city, used to watch the enemy.
Write three sentences about the isolated city of autumn scenery. The west wind is spreading eastward, and the green hills are thin. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Zhao Jun's Complaint" ★ Qi Ji's "There are Southern Yan and Clouds in the boundless river" ★ The autumn wind is bleak and pleasant to cool.
The green pools are all red and the leaves are still open. Minimum money is pleasant: it is satisfactory. Red-violet (pronounced "Canal"): Lotus.
But: open them all. Minimum money: the new lotus leaf is as big as a small copper coin.
Song Yang Wanli's "Step at the End of Autumn" ★ The garden is not broken, because he and the fish cover the sunset Song Zhou Mi's "West Waste Garden" (also known as "West Waste Garden"). Rolfe: Soil stalks in the field. )
★ Tianshui blue, autumn dyeing of a river: dyeing. Song Zhou Mi's "Wen Que Xi Wu Shan Guan Tao" ★ There is only one leaf of Wu, and I don't know how many autumn sounds Zhang Songyan's "Qing Ping Le" ★ Wan He Chun Sheng is loose, and several rows of autumn geese come to the valley.
Yuan Zaju "Climbing Two Mountains" ★ Autumn wind blows and autumn rain hits lotus flowers. Sanli Pinghu, a passer-by feels that autumn is full of lost lotus: residual lotus.
Yuan's "Nine Miscellaneous Poems on Crossing Sheyang Lake in Gaoyou" ★ The sunset glow in solitary village, the light smoke in the old tree west of Western jackdaw, and the sunset glow in Xiaofei Hong Ying: the sunset glow. Western Western jackdaw: Crows returning to the forest in cold weather.
Hong Fei: Goose. Bai Yuan Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn" ★ Crossing the river at night in the cold wave, the forest is full of yellow-leaf wild geese. Wang Shizhen's "On the River" ★ The mountains are shallow and deep with the sunset, and the river becomes autumn sound day and night: the river changes its sound when it reaches Qiu Lai in summer.
Qing Song Bowl "Nine days with Jiang Rulong, Cheng, you go to Huiguangge Bamboo Garden for drinking" ★ Autumn wind starts, the vegetation turns yellow, and Yannan returns to the car. ★ The autumn wind is bleak, and the vegetation is exposed to frost. Cao Wei Pi's Ge Yanxing ★ Lv Ting has many fallen leaves, so it can be known that it is autumn Lu Ting: Tao Jin Yuanming's "Watching Willow and Wood Mulberry" ★ New autumn dusk, graceful and full moon: describing the length of the night.
Tingting: It's far away. Tao Jin Yuanming's Fire in the Mid-June of the Year of Wushen ★ Lotus is exposed, and willow is sparse in the middle of the month: lotus.
Qiu Si written by Xiao Yan in the Southern Dynasties ★ Looking at the cold city, Pingchu is in the cold city: the cold has invaded the city. Look: Look into the distance.
Pingchu: Ye Ping. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation.
Write two sentences about the scene of early autumn. Southern Dynasties article "Looking at Xuancheng County" ★ Under the leaves, Long Shouqiu Gao Ting: Level.
Konoha: Leaves. Dragon Head: The mountain name is between Shaanxi and Gansu today.
In the Southern Dynasties, Liang and Liu mixed "Poetry of Changing Clothes" ★ The fog and grass in Jincheng are low, and the grass under Yumen wood is low: the grass is withered. Under the wood: leaves fall.
Jincheng: the name of an ancient county, between Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu.
Write two sentences about the cold autumn scenery in the northwest. Southern Dynasty cloud "Other" ★ Autumn trees, autumn mountains, cold mountains: autumn west wind, scattered vegetation, and many cold sounds.
Epitaph of Mrs. Qiao Chenggong in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Bulugu ★ The time is September, and the order belongs to Wei: auxiliary words, nonsense. Foreword: season.
Don Wang Bo's Farewell Preface to Autumn Palace ★ The sunset is lonely, and the autumn water is the same as the sky: the name of the bird, the wild duck. Qi Fei: The sun sets from the sky, and I am lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei.
A color: the water in autumn is blue, and the sky is blue, reflecting the water and forming a color. Don Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to Autumn Knee Palace" ★ Trees are all autumn, and mountains are only shining. Tang's Wild Hope ★ Hanging Woods with Different Scenery.
7. What are the poems about maple leaves?
1, Five Dynasties of "One Mountain in Sauvignon Blanc": Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.
Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: heavy and overlapping mountains. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames. Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.
2. In the Tang Dynasty,' Jiang Ling's Sorrow Hope to Send Zi 'an/Jiang Ling's Sorrow Hope to Send'.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In a sad late autumn, maple leaves float on the river. At this time, a west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain rustled. I'm sorry to hear that, little girl. At first glance, the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, and I haven't seen my lover return by boat. I am eager to see my lover come back, little girl. Miss your lover as the water of Xijiang River, and miss him as the length of running water.
3,' Mountain Walk' Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: A winding ramp winds to the top of the mountain, and there are actually several places where white clouds float. I stopped the sedan chair because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. The fiery maple leaves are redder than the flowers in February in Jiangnan.
4,' Pipa/Pipa Introduction' Bai Juyi Tang Dynasty
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: On autumn night, I went to Jiangtou, Xunyang to bid farewell to a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds. My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night. Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave.
5, "Niuzhu Night Sleeping" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky. I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine. Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: boating in autumn night, moored at Niuzhu Mountain in Xijiang River, without a trace of swimming clouds in the blue sky. I boarded the boat and looked up at the bright moon, thinking of General Xie Shang in the Eastern Jin Dynasty in vain. I can recite Justin's epic poems, but unfortunately I don't have a wise general to listen to. Tomorrow morning I will hang my sail and leave Niuzhu, where only maple leaves are flying all over the sky.