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2 Late Autumn Author: EULAN SPA01 dreamed of singing a few poems, picking up a heart fragrance, carefully kneading it into late autumn, turning it into a whisper, singing a few dreams, and thinking about it several times, just because of the delicate fragrance of dusk, how can the youth and frivolity that he was obsessed with turn into clouds at the end of the year, and the sadness of the world of mortals, like floating clouds in the autumn sky, melt into the blue sky?
Holding a cup of fragrant tea, the wind knife and frost sword in the world are like yellow flowers that withered and fell to the ground yesterday. If life is all right, if there is no end, there is no need to force it to be desolate and sad. Although you are dead, as long as you have a calm mind, you can still reflect the light of youth. You don't have to sigh for the loss. When you sow a piece of hope, it will be a fragrant begonia in late autumn.
"Mountain Walk" (Tang) Du Mu? Read aloud: Shan Ge is far away from the cold mountain, and there are people deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. ?
Autumn Moon (Song) Cheng Hao? Read aloud: Ma Qingxi crosses Bishantou, and the empty water is clear and fresh in autumn. Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long. ?
Fujian (Tang) Du Xunhe? Read aloud: The rain on the mainland dyed the color of purple chrysanthemum evenly, and the wind made the leaves of banana make a sound. To the north of central Fujian is a rough sea. Drawing is easy, it is hard to go. ?
"Early Autumn" (Tang) Meng Haoran? Read aloud: Clivia doesn't think the nights in early autumn are getting longer and longer, and the breeze is heavy and bleak. In the hot summer, Mao Zhai's retreat is quiet, and there are dewdrops under the steps. ?
"Autumn Evening" (Tang) Du Mu? Read aloud: Qiu Guang, a silver candle in Tang Mei, painted a cold picture, waving a small fan and pouncing on fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. ?
"Wang Ju travels alone in Qingliang Temple to play with red leaves" (Tang) Liu Yuxi? Read aloud: All the red leaves enter Qin Lou, and one piece flies from the pillar. There are old trees in front of the shrine of Emperor Wu, and high hills under the skin of the harem. In the Qingsi Temple tourist destination, the stone path goes through the clouds for tourists to travel. Monks in the mountains don't have to be Tan Yue, but leaves are paid by brocade and fur. The murderous look condenses into white light, and the night sound energy is as cold as the north wind. You can't be a guest when you come to the DPRK, and you will be hurt by all-dimensional questions. ?
A short message to Qiu (Tang) Wei on an autumn night? Read aloud: When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up. ?
"Mountaineering House" (Tang) Du Fu? Read aloud: In the wild wind in the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds are flying home on the clear lake and white beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. ?
Wang Dongting (Tang) Liu Yuxi? Read aloud: the lake is full of moonlight, 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. ?
What about (Don)? Read aloud: I want to write a meaningful book when I see the autumn wind in Luoyang. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. ?
The pride of the fisherman (Song) Fan Zhongyan? Read aloud: Qiu Lai's scenery is unique, and Hengyang geese are neglected. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.