Poetry about autumn night 1. Autumn night poems
1, Seventeen Qiupu Songs, 14th
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.
On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
The fire shines on heaven and earth, and the red star flashes purple smoke. Copper smelters sing while working on the bright moon night, and their songs resound through the cold valley.
Step 2 sit at night
Song Dynasty: Zhang Lei
No one in the house is bright in autumn, and the night frost clears first.
Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind.
The silent vestibule is empty, only the autumn moon is still bright. First frost will come at night, and the air is full of clear breath. Indus stands before the court, unwilling to decline. The buttonwood leaves on the tree swayed with the wind and made a little noise.
3. Autumn in Taihu Lake
Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
Water stays misty and rainy, and the frost in Dongting falls slightly.
The moon is gone, and the night is quiet.
I feel the style of the sea in the dark, and I smell the swallow in the rustling.
I stayed on a boat in Taihu Lake, and the boat moved slowly on the water in the moonlight. The night is so quiet, the lake is so cold, and a layer of frost falls on Dongting Mountain. Like sleeping but not sleeping, like dream a dream, I vaguely feel the sea breeze blowing and hear the sound of geese flying south in the distance.
4, pour the cup, the golden wind is bleak
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The golden wind is fading, and Qiu Guang is getting younger and younger. The yard is sunny, the light smoke is gathering at the beginning, and the bright moon is in the sky. For the cold light of thousands of miles, I miss the quiet period and become disabled. Long time no see. This is a good deal. Before the Old Testament, joy was important, and saving was important.
The most bitter Yun Lan is broken, Xianxiang Road is difficult to travel, and it is difficult to return to the wild goose. Every time I sing loudly and force myself to leave my arms, I feel very painful and become a heart. Slag leakage and cold exposure. Victory is in vain, words are silent, and sorrow is hard to settle. Here we go again. The phoenix tree is broken.
Autumn wind is gentle and comfortable, autumn colors are getting old, and the long night is lonely and clear. Recently, the weather has been fine, the light fog in the yard has just dispersed, and the bright moon in the window is white and bright.
Facing the distant Leng Yue and the broken scenery, I often feel sad and sick at the thought of tryst being blocked. How dare I recall my previous covenant and joy carefully?
The most painful thing is that the news in the distance is cut off, and the roads in Xianxiang are remote and rugged, making it difficult to ask Hongyan for good news. At this time, I always sing sadly, forcibly discharging my feelings of separation. The helpless, sad and sad singing makes people fidgety and fascinated.
The leakage will be exhausted, the night is deep and the frost is colder. It's useless to win sorrow, but it's hard to end sorrow. It stood for a long time, until the moon set and the scattered shadows of the buttonwood disappeared.
5, Huanxi Shating House floating topaz dew thick.
Five Dynasties: Gu Xun
Courtyard chrysanthemums float topaz dew, cold sand clings to build by laying bricks or stones, when can we meet on a good night?
The phoenix on my back shakes red wax drops, the fragrance warms my dreams, and the morning bell on my pillow scares me.
The chrysanthemum in the court is dancing in its golden color, and the dew is rolling on the petals like jade beads. The cool sedge leans against the cool stone steps, hiding the cricket singing and courtship. I want to know what the auspicious time is tonight. I didn't expect to meet you in this beautiful scenery!
The red candle behind the tent drops bright red wax tears, the swaying flame shakes the night wind, and the warm incense and warm embroidered quilt warm the dream of acacia. Wake up on the pillow, savor the joy in your dreams, and be afraid to listen to one morning bell after another.
2. Autumn Night Poetry
A night-mooring near maple bridge by Tang Zhangji, Cold Night by Jiang Feng.
The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. Tang Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song" in the first half of the autumn of Emei Mountain reflects the Pingqiang River.
In front of the towering Mount Emei, there is a half moon. The flowing Pingqiang River reflects the bright moon.
Tang Wang Ji's wild trees are all autumn, and the hills and mountains are only bright. Layers of trees are stained with autumn colors, and the mountains are covered with the afterglow of the sunset.
Autumn Night by Tang Du Mu The daytime night is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting in the bedroom staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Tang's Mid-Autumn Festival is an idle song outside autumn scenery, and everything feels leisurely. Walking in the autumn night in my spare time and singing in a low voice, I always feel empty, depressed and nervous.
I wrote the poem about autumn night myself.
The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.
The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.
Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The sunshine in autumn is sweet and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Autumn is like a fairy. She blew away the heat of the sun with her wide sleeves, but shed light and freshness on the earth. She blocked the wind and sand with her clothes, but held up the heavy fruits of the world and gave them to the world. Everyone likes autumn, its freshness, its coolness and comfort. Autumn makes the farmers smile brilliantly.
4. Write tree poems in autumn night
Autumn verse
The author of Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity is Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.
Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
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Maple trees gradually withered and damaged under the erosion of dew in late autumn, and Wushan and Wuxia were also shrouded in bleak and gloomy fog. The waves in Wuxia Gorge are monstrous, and the dark clouds above seem to be pressing on the ground, and the world is gloomy. It has been two years since the flowers bloomed. Looking at the blooming flowers and thinking that I haven't been home for two years, I can't help crying. The ship is still tied to the shore. Although I can't go back to the East and wander outside, my heart is always tied to my hometown. We are rushing to make clothes to keep out the cold in winter, and the anvil knocking on cold clothes in Baidicheng is as tight as a crack. It seems that another year has passed, and my yearning for my hometown has become more dignified and deeper.
The author of Chang Xin Qiu Ci is Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows:
The plane tree leaves in Jinjingbian are yellow, and the night pearl curtain is not rolled out to see the frost.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face.
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Yes, it's a poem about palace grievances. It uses deep and implicit brushstrokes and lyrical methods to write a girl who is deprived of youth, freedom and happiness, lying alone in a desolate and lonely palace, listening to the scene of palace leakage. This is a sleepless night cut out from the girl's miserable life.
Early Autumn in Taiyuan was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows:
Autumn is getting stronger, flowers are sleeping, and autumn dryness is like fire.
Autumn comes from the north, and the clouds in the north also bring the Fenhe River.
Night after night, the moon in Taiyuan winds, but the heart returns to Cheryl's hometown, her body, with the moonlight.
The heart that misses my hometown is like the continuous Fenhe River, and I miss my hometown all the time.
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With the passage of time, all the beautiful flowers have withered. When Mars goes downhill, that is, when the summer heat subsides. At this time, frost has begun to fall outside the Great Wall, and there is already an autumn atmosphere north of the Yellow River. Seeing the moon in this border town, I have always dreamed of returning to Anlu's home. I miss my hometown, like a long river, which has no end, and there is not a day when my heart is not full of homesickness.
The author of Qiudeng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
The city by the river is as beautiful as the picture, and the mountains are getting late. I climbed the Xie Tiao Building to overlook the clear sky.
Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
5. Poems describing autumn dusk
Muli
Tang Bai Juyi
At dusk, in front of the independent Buddhist temple, the ground was full of Sophora japonica cicadas.
Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.
Chuncun village
Tang Bai Juyi
In February, the village garden was warm, and Dai Shengfei was among the mulberry trees.
Farmers plow old valleys, and silkworms pray for new clothes.
Cattle and horses are far from the wind, and chickens and dolphins are too rare.
At dusk, on the forest road, drums and flutes play for the gods.
Wangjiangzhou
Tang Bai Juyi
When Jiang Hui saw the double flower table, he knew it was Xunyang West Gate.
Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk.
Purple osmanthus
Tang Bai Juyi
Your papers are quiet and the bells and drums are long.
Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang.
Shayueyue
Tang baorong
At dusk, Nansha ebbs, and the moonlight in autumn is covered with sand and the snow is clear.
Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty.
Sit alone
Don du fu
Sorrow returns to the white head, and the lonely city is carried on crutches. Rivers converge, the mainland emerges, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wind is crisp.
Cang Ming's service failed, and Zhu Bi lost his life. Appreciate this yellow bird and throw it at Lin Yu.
light reflex
Don du fu
It is dusk in the north of Chu Palace, and raindrops are printed in the west of Baidicheng. Back in the river, over the cliff,
Returning to the cloud to help the tree lose the mountain village. Lung disease in old age is just to sit back and relax, and close the door early when you are worried.
Don't stay in the chaos for a long time, the south has no soul.
Guiyan
Dondum
The gallery is full of songs and dances, and people who go to the club don't watch it.
The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk.
crow
Dondum
Disturbing people to turn over, cold smoke rises at dusk.
Mao deceives the queen's hair, and her voice feels Chu Ji's string.
Under the wind, the frost forest fell asleep with its wings.
Just like traveling to the west, it can't be white.
Residual flower
Tang hanhe
There are a lot of residual snow in the afterglow, and the fragrance is still endless. At dusk, the moon is blue and white,
After the Qingming Festival, a rare red. The grass under the tree is clean, and the wind on the wall is urgent.
On this day, in the sad place of Xiyuan, a song water flowed eastward.
Wuqiqu
Tangli section
The white horse chases the Zhu car and enters the narrow slope at dusk. Narrow willows compete for the night,
You can't fly to the house without fighting for branches. The young woman in the East Room joined the army. Every time she heard a crow, she knew it was dark.
Leyou tomb
Don
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
The flowers have fallen
Tang Lizhong
Residual red evokes poetic demons, but it has nothing to do with nostalgia. The half-fallen copper platform at dawn,
The golden valley is windy. Rotating around the running water, pieces of light stick to the short sand.
Who knows that the door is locked, and it is drizzling at dusk.
extort
Tangweizhuang
It is easy to wake up when you shake the autumn wine, like leaving.
At dusk, leaning against the bar does not return, and the sound of green wind and rain breaks my heart.
Jiangwang
Tangsong wenzhi
The vastness soaks into the roots of clouds, and the smoke from kitchen chimneys leaves the distant village. Birds return to the sand with traces, while sails cross the waves without traces.
Looking at the water to know the softness, looking at the mountain to break the soul. Indulge in it, and the horse will return at dusk.
Chang Wang Qiu
Tang Tang Yan Qian
Willow short sand long flow, rain slightly smoke.
In front of the mountain in western Western jackdaw, Du Qu was alone at dusk.
Spring sorrow
Tangweizhuang
I have my own spring worries, and I can't bear to miss my grandson.
The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone.
6. Write tree poems on autumn nights
The autumn poem Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity was written by Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is as follows: Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak. Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
Maple trees gradually withered and damaged under the erosion of dew in late autumn, and Wushan and Wuxia were also shrouded in bleak and gloomy fog. The waves in Wuxia Gorge are monstrous, and the dark clouds above seem to be pressing on the ground, and the world is gloomy.
It has been two years since the flowers bloomed. Looking at the blooming flowers and thinking that I haven't been home for two years, I can't help crying. The ship is still tied to the shore. Although I can't go back to the East and wander outside, my heart is always tied to my hometown.
We are rushing to make clothes to keep out the cold in winter, and the anvil knocking on cold clothes in Baidicheng is as tight as a crack. It seems that another year has passed, and my yearning for my hometown has become more dignified and deeper.
The author of Chang Xin Qiu Ci is Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows: the phoenix tree in Jinjing is yellow in autumn leaves, and the pearl curtain does not roll frost at night.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. Translation is a poem about palace grievances, expressing feelings with deep and implicit brushstrokes and scenery, and writing a girl who is deprived of youth, freedom and happiness, lying alone in a desolate and lonely palace, listening to palace leaks.
This is a sleepless night cut out from the girl's miserable life. Early Autumn in Taiyuan was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his poem is as follows: when the age falls, many people rest and the fire flows. Autumn comes from the north, and the clouds in the north also bring the Fenhe River.
Night after night, the moon in Taiyuan winds, but the heart returns to Cheryl's hometown, her body, with the moonlight. The heart that misses my hometown is like the continuous Fenhe River, and I miss my hometown all the time.
As time went by, all the beautiful flowers withered. When Mars goes downhill, that is, when the summer heat subsides.
At this time, frost has begun to fall outside the Great Wall, and there is already an autumn atmosphere north of the Yellow River. Seeing the moon in this border town, I have always dreamed of returning to Anlu's home.
I miss my hometown, like a long river, which has no end, and there is not a day when my heart is not full of homesickness. The author of Qiudeng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is as follows: In the picturesque river, the mountains look at the clear sky at night. Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
7. Poems describing cold nights in autumn
Autumn nocturne (Tang) Wang Wei
Guipo was born with autumn dew, but she lost weight and didn't change her clothes. Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave her room.
Qiu (Tang) Du Mu
Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle, a small fan flapped beside the firefly, and sat watching the morning glory and the Weaver Maid.
Appreciating the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival (Song) Su Shi
The night clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. It's been a hard night in my life. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building (Tang) Li Bai
In the picturesque Jiangcheng, the mountains are beautiful and the sky is clear. Catch the rain in the mirror, and the rainbow falls over the bridge. There are people with cold oranges and pomelo, and there are old phoenix trees in autumn. Whoever goes to the North Building will be grateful to the public in the breeze.
Appreciating the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
Wan Li's light is incredible, and it's hard to travel around the world. Who has been staying outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court? Since she fell out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital the night before the veteran went upstairs. According to how many people's hearts he has broken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
Han (Tang) Han Ling
Embroidered curtains hang down, scarlet screens draw broken branches, and eight-foot dragons have square brocade mattresses, which are cool when it is not cold.
Ye Shaoweng as seen in Night Book (Song Dynasty)
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moves the guests. I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. ..
8. What are the poems describing "autumn night scenery"?
Tang Zhangji's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" is a frosty night, and Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. Tang Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song" in the first half of the autumn of Emei Mountain reflects the Pingqiang River.
In front of the towering Mount Emei, there is a half moon. The flowing Pingqiang River reflects the bright moon.
Tang Wang Ji's wild trees are all autumn, and the hills and mountains are only bright. Layers of trees are stained with autumn colors, and the mountains are covered with the afterglow of the sunset.
Autumn Night by Tang Du Mu The daytime night is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting in the bedroom staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Tang's Mid-Autumn Festival is an idle song outside autumn scenery, and everything feels leisurely. Walking in the autumn night in my spare time and singing in a low voice, I always feel empty, depressed and nervous.