Poetry about autumn in Europe 1. Poetry about autumn in England
Poems about autumn (two poems) = = = = = = = = = = = Leave as soon as the leaves fall. Leaves are an invitation to winter. As soon as the sun sets, the leaves will wither. Leaves are suntanned tea leaves. Come as soon as the snow falls. Leaves are close relatives of snowflakes. Time to go. It's time to leave. It's time to be quiet. Time to write. It's time to welcome the future. = = = = = = = Autumn is coming, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fruits are cool. Only leaves are sweet, cattle and sheep are fat, and the fields are painted with beautiful countryside. This is the autumn world. Autumn is white on glistening cotton petals, golden on heavy ears of grain, purple on grapes, purple on jujube trees covered with small lanterns and red in vegetable fields. Green is blue in the gurgling stream. Since Qiu Lai came, the flowers in October have put on singing wings. With the beautiful image of the wedding, they danced with joyful notes with a smile, and the red flag rose with the scenery of Xia Hong. 1, Shanxing (Tang) Du Mu is far away from Hanshan Mountain, and there are people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. 2. Wang Dongting (Tang) Liu Yuxi's lake lights blend with the autumn moon, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. 3, autumn night will greet the cold at Xiaolimen (Song) Lu You three Wan Li Hedong into the sea, 5,000 meters on the skyscraper.
The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year. 4. "Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. 5, a note to a friend in the north on a rainy night (Tang) Li Shangyin Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose autumn pool.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. Autumn night in the mountains (Tang dynasty), Wang Wei, empty mountain after rain, stands in autumn night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. 7. Autumn Night Trip (Tang) Wang Weigui has a slight autumn dew, and Luo has lost weight and has not changed his clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. 8. "Jiande Night Sleeping" (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran "My boat is moving forward in the fog, the day is getting shorter, and the memories of the old days begin.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. This answer is recommended by netizens, comment 1 0XMHXZ 1. Adoption rate: 35% from the team: knife and pen are good at the world: common sense of life crosses the line of fire literature. The other answers are poems (two poems) praising autumn = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Leaves will leave soon after they fall. The leaves are in winter, please post them. As soon as the sun sets, the leaves will wither. The flowers will come soon. Fallen leaves are close relatives of snowflakes. Time to go. It's time to say goodbye It is time to be quiet. Time to write. It's time to meet again. = = = = = = = = Autumn. Since Qiu Lai, the sky is high, the clouds are light and the fruits are refreshing. Only the sweet leaves are left, and the fragrant cattle and sheep have become fat. The fields have turned into whitewashed villages. This is the autumn world. In the shining flowers. Autumn is white on cotton petals, golden on heavy ears of grain, purple on grapes, red on jujube trees covered with small lanterns, green in vegetable fields and blue in gurgling streams. Since Qiu Lai came, the flowers in October have put on the wings of singing, with the beautiful image of their wedding, laughing and jumping with happy notes.
2. About autumn English poetry
Poems about autumn (two poems) = = = = = = = = = = = Leave as soon as the leaves fall. Leaves are an invitation to winter. As soon as the sun sets, the leaves will wither. Leaves are suntanned tea leaves. Come as soon as the snow falls. Leaves are close relatives of snowflakes. Time to go. It's time to leave. It's time to be quiet. Time to write. It's time to welcome the future. = = = = = = = Autumn is coming, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fruits are cool. Only leaves are sweet, cattle and sheep are fat, and the fields are painted with beautiful countryside. This is the autumn world. Autumn is white on glistening cotton petals, golden on heavy ears of grain, purple on grapes, purple on jujube trees covered with small lanterns and red in vegetable fields. Green is blue in the gurgling stream. Since Qiu Lai came, the flowers in October have put on singing wings. With the beautiful image of the wedding, they danced with joyful notes with a smile, and the red flag rose with the scenery of Xia Hong. 1, Shanxing (Tang) Du Mu is far away from Hanshan Mountain, and there are people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. 2. Wang Dongting (Tang) Liu Yuxi's lake lights blend with the autumn moon, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. 3, autumn night will greet the cold at Xiaolimen (Song) Lu You three Wan Li Hedong into the sea, 5,000 meters on the skyscraper.
The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year. 4. "Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. 5, a note to a friend in the north on a rainy night (Tang) Li Shangyin Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose autumn pool.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. Autumn night in the mountains (Tang dynasty), Wang Wei, empty mountain after rain, stands in autumn night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. 7. Autumn Night Trip (Tang) Wang Weigui has a slight autumn dew, and Luo has lost weight and has not changed his clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. 8. "Jiande Night Sleeping" (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran "My boat is moving forward in the fog, the day is getting shorter, and the memories of the old days begin.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. This answer is recommended by netizens, comment 1 0XMHXZ 1. Adoption rate: 35% from the team: knife and pen are good at the world: common sense of life crosses the line of fire literature. The other answers are poems (two poems) praising autumn = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Leaves will leave soon after they fall. The leaves are in winter, please post them. As soon as the sun sets, the leaves will wither. The flowers will come soon. Fallen leaves are close relatives of snowflakes. Time to go. It's time to say goodbye It is time to be quiet. Time to write. It's time to meet again. = = = = = = = = Autumn. Since Qiu Lai, the sky is high, the clouds are light and the fruits are refreshing. Only the sweet leaves are left, and the fragrant cattle and sheep have become fat. The fields have turned into whitewashed villages. This is the autumn world. In the shining flowers. Autumn is white on cotton petals, golden on heavy ears of grain, purple on grapes, red on jujube trees covered with small lanterns, green in vegetable fields and blue in gurgling streams. Since Qiu Lai came, the flowers in October have put on the wings of singing, with the beautiful image of their wedding, laughing and jumping with happy notes.
3. Describe the European courtyard sentence beautifully.
1. It's a sunny autumn morning. The morning sun shines quietly on the brown trees and the still green fields. I went to the lawn and looked up at the front of the building. This is a three-story building. Although there is a considerable scale, the proportion is not grand. This is a gentleman's residence, not a noble mansion. The battlements around the top make the whole building look unique. The gray front is just set off by the nest of a white-billed crow behind it, which is very prominent. Its residents croak in the side room, fly over lawns and gardens, and land on a large meadow. The fence separates the lawn from the garden. Rows of huge old thorns grow on the grass, strong and knotty, as big as oak trees, which explains the etymological meaning of the house name at once. Further away is the mountain. It is not as high as the mountains around lowood, nor is it an isolated barrier like them. But these mountains are very quiet, embracing Thornfield, bringing it a kind of silence that I didn't expect in the noisy Milcourt area. A small village is scattered on one side of a hill, and the roof is integrated with the trees. The regional church is located near Thornfield, and its ancient bell tower overlooks the mound between the house and the gate.
2. I leaned against the battlements and looked down. I saw the ground spread out like a map, and the fresh velvet lawn tightly surrounded the gray foundation of the building; On the park-sized site, ancient trees are dotted around; The dark brown withered forest is clearly separated by a path, which is covered with moss and looks greener than a leafy tree; Churches, roads and quiet hills at the door lie in the autumn sun; Quiet sky on the horizon, blue mixed with marble-like pearl white. The scenery is not surprising, but everything is pleasing to the eye. When I turned around and passed the skylight again, I could hardly see the way down the escalator. Compared with the blue sky I just looked up at, and the scenery of Woods, pastures and green hills in the sun with Thornfield House as the core, this attic is as dark as a grave.
The ground is hard, the air is quiet and the road ditch is lonely. I walked very fast and didn't slow down until I was feverish, enjoying and savoring all the joys of this scene. It was three o'clock, and when I passed the bell tower, the church clock had just struck. The charm of this moment is that the sky is getting dark, the setting sun is low and the sun is bleak. I walked on a path a mile from Thornfield. In summer, wild roses bloom here; In autumn, nuts and black strawberries abound. Even now, there are precious rose fruits and hawthorn fruits in coral color. But the greatest pleasure in winter lies in the extreme silence and the silence revealed by bare trees. The breeze is blowing, and there is no sound here, because no holly or evergreen tree can make a swaying sound. The leafless hawthorn and hazel bushes are as silent as the worn white stone in the middle of the path. On both sides of the road. There are only fields far and near, but no cows eat grass. The yellow-brown birds that occasionally fiddle with the hedge look like scattered dead leaves and forget to fall.
The sunny midsummer shines in England. At that time, it was sunny for several days, even a day and a half, and it was rare to visit our island country surrounded by waves. It seems that the continuous Italian weather drifted from the south, like a group of brilliant migratory birds, landing on the cliffs of England. Hay has been collected, and the fields around Thornfield have been harvested, showing a new green. The roads are as white as baking, and the trees are lush and lush. The thick leaves in hedges and Woods are in sharp contrast with the golden yellow of the grassland harvested between them.
5. Into the orchard. There is nothing more secret in the garden, more like a corner of the Garden of Eden. Trees are lush here, flowers are in full bloom, and there is a high wall separated from the yard on one side; On the other side, a beech-covered road acts as a barrier to separate it from the lawn. Below is a short hedge, which is the only boundary between it and that lonely field. A winding path leads to the fence. There is a laurel tree by the roadside. At the end of the road is a huge horse chestnut with a row of seats under it. You can wander here without being found. At the moment when the dew falls, the night is getting darker and darker, and I feel as if I will wander in this shadow forever.
4. Foreign autumn prose
Autumn in the ancient capital
yu dafu
Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.
Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little cool. The taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn are always insufficient, lacking in taste and enjoyment. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn.
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.
The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.
Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household keeps at home.
There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.
Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Wearing thick green shirts or jackets, idle people in the city bite their pipes and walk up and stand under the bridge in the shadow of the oblique bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will use a slow tone and say with a sigh:
"Oh, it's cold-""This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )
"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! "
Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.
Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen. This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year.
Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems. But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collected works of poets in Britain, Germany, France, Italy and other countries, or the philosophy of peace in poetry and essays in various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets. It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn. Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will feel a kind of affection that I can't have; Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep. However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north.
Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels.
Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it.
In August 1934, in Peiping.
5. Very beautiful foreign poems
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The tears of the earth keep her smile young. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
Great despair burns the love of a blade of grass. She shakes her head and flies away with a smile. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face haunts my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once we dream that we are strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing the music in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. "This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it loves you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it.
My wishes are tools, and they should cross your song, my Lord. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower."
We, the rustling leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes. Rest is what the eyes are to the eyes. 25 people are newborn children, and his strength is the strength of growth.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth. God wants us to reward him because of the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth. God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun and the land. Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat.
The light plays like a naked child, like a happy green leaf. It doesn't know that people can lie. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flat mirror of your mirror. My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes her signature on it in tears: "I love you."
My heartbeat beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes her signature on it with tears: "I love them." 30 inch moon.
6. Autumn Poetry
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough.
(Cao Cao: Looking at the Sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: Wind) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.
(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 4. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long song ") 5. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door.
(Du Fu: "Jueju") 6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting") 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
(Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Ci") 8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies. (Du Mu: Autumn Night) 9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.
(Li Yu: Yu Meiren) 10. I want to say that I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn is here. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? Shuboshan Road) 1 1. Parking places love LAM Raymond late, and frosty leaves are red in February.
(Du Mu) 12 Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. (Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha-Qiu Si") 13 Stop and sit in love with LAM Raymond, and the frost leaves are red in February.
(Du Mu's Mountain Walk) 14 Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi's Autumn Ci) 15 In August, the high wind roared and my hair rolled up.
(Du Fu's "The Hut Was Blown by Autumn Wind") 16 Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a small fan fluttering against the fireflies. (Tu Mu's Autumn Night) 17 Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I face them on this villa and drink my wine.
(Li Bai's Letter of Farewell to Xuanzhou, Lou Yunshu, Xie Tiao) 18 On a frosty night, Jiang Feng slept in the fire. (Zhang Ji's Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge) 19 Wen Jun's return date is undecided, and it rains late in Qiuchi.
(Li Shangyin's Notes to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night) 20. Look up 300 Tang poems. If you don't, come to my house.