1. A poem describing the change of maple leaves from green to red
"Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers" comes from the ancient poem "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn" by Bai Pu, a poet of the Yuan Dynasty. The full text of the fourth and fifth sentences is as follows:
The setting sun is setting in the isolated village, and the old trees are covered with jackdaws in the light smoke.
Under the shadow of a little Feihong.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Translation
As the sun gradually sets in the west, the sunset on the horizon gradually begins to dissipate, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting the quiet and lonely villages in the distance, dragging out the long long shadow. Light smoke floated faintly into the air, a few crows were perched on the rickety old trees, and a wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky. Look at the sky and the earth, the mountains are green and the water is blue, the white reed flowers are flying, the red maple leaves are gorgeous, and the golden chrysanthemums are blooming.
"When white rocks emerge from Jingxi River, the sky is cold and red leaves are sparse" comes from the first two sentences of "In the Mountains" by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Cold red leaves are sparse.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
Translation
The flow of water in Jingxi River is getting less and less day by day, white stones are exposed on the river bed, the weather is slowly getting cooler, and the red leaves on the branches are gradually becoming scarce. It hadn't rained on the winding mountain road, but the thick green pines and cypresses were filled with mist and mist, and the water vapor was so heavy that it seemed to be dripping, soaking the clothes of pedestrians.
"The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the long pavilion" comes from the first and second sentences of the ancient poem "Going to the Que in Autumn to Tongguan Post Tower" by the Tang Dynasty poet Xu Hun. The full text is as follows:
< p> The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the pavilion.The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle section.
The color of the trees changes with the pass, and the sound of the river flows into the sea far away.
When I arrive in the Imperial Township tomorrow, I still dream of fishing and woodcutting.
Translation
The evening breeze of late autumn blew in my face, and the red leaves rustled in the wind. I sat in the ten-mile pavilion, raised my glass and drank. Inadvertently, the remaining clouds in the sky slowly drifted towards Taihua Mountain, and bits of rain fell on Zhongtiao Mountain with the wind.
"A song of labor explains boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids" come from the first and second sentences of the ancient poem "Farewell to Xie Ting" by the Tang Dynasty poet Xu Hun. The full text is as follows:
A song of labor explains the meaning of boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids.
At dusk, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I am going down to the west building.
Translation
After singing a farewell song, you untied the faraway boat. There are green mountains on both sides of the bank, and the mountains are covered with red leaves. The water is on the ground. Eastward flow. When dusk fell and I woke up, I realized that the person had gone away. At this time, the sky was full of wind and rain, and I was the only one who left the west building alone. 2. Ancient poems about maple leaves
Ancient poems about maple leaves:
1. "Sauvignon Blanc·One Mountain" Five Dynasties: Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains Heavy mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves.
The chrysanthemums are blooming, but the chrysanthemums are withered. The flying geese have not yet returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.
Vernacular interpretation: one after another, overlapping mountains. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water vapor are cold and cold, but my thoughts are like flaming maple leaves. The chrysanthemums bloomed and fell, and the days passed. The wild geese in the northern part of the country flap their wings and fly south, but the person I miss has not come back yet. The bright moon shines on the curtain, fluttering in the wind.
2. "Jiangling's sorrow and hope are sent to Zi'an/Jiangling's sorrow and hope are there" Fish Mystery of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Vernacular interpretation: On a desolate late autumn day, maple leaves floated on the river. At this time, a gust of west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain made a rustling sound. When I heard this scene, I, little girl, felt sad. Looking far into the distance, you can see the river bridge hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, why haven't I seen my lover return by boat? Not seeing my lover return, I am anxious as a little girl. My longing for my lover is as endless as the water of the Xijiang River. My longing for him is as long as the flowing water is.
Maple leaves are leaves of the maple tree. They are generally palm-shaped and five-lobed, about 13 cm long and slightly wider than an adult's hand. The lobes have a few protruding teeth, the base is heart-shaped, the leaf surface is rough, and the upper surface is rough. It is medium green to dark green with hairs on the lower veins, turning yellow to orange or red in autumn. But a few areas are dark, dark green.
The degree to which maple leaves turn red is related to factors such as time, drought, pollution, especially lack of nitrogen. The reddening of maple leaves is actually the result of the maple tree's response to stress in nature. The reddening reaction actually acts as a sunscreen, which causes the maple leaves to stay on the tree longer, allowing the tree to absorb more nutrients. Research has found that nutritional pressure, especially the pressure of nitrogen deficiency, causes maple leaves to turn red earlier and redder. 3. What are the beautiful poems about red leaves?
1. The maple leaves are red in the morning frost, and the mist is cloudy in the evening. ——Xie Lingyun, Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty, "Leaving Xishetang at Night"
2. The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Pipa Xing"
3. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, and the towers on both sides of the strait are covered with red maple leaves.
——Ming Dynasty Xu Lin's "Xiu Ru Ji·*** Su Post Pavilion"
4. In the Ming Dynasty, sail mats were hung and maple leaves fell one after another. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Night Parking in Niuzhu Nostalgic"
5. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers. ——"Mountain Travel" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
6. One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the maple leaves. ——Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty, "Song of Love"
7. The maple leaves have fallen, the dill flowers have dried, and the fishing boats are drunk and do not feel the cold. ——"The Fisherman" by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty
8. The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail. —— Yu Xuanji of the late Tang Dynasty, "Jianling is sad and hopes to send children to peace"
9. I paint the long blue river water, and I love the sad maple leaves on the evening pavilion. ——"I Love Autumn Fragrance" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty
10. Xiaofeng stole the wine all night, but his love was so lonely that the pine trees concealed the drunken guests. ——Song Dynasty Yang Wanli in "Red Leaves" 4. What are the poems that describe maple leaves as red as fire?
Parking and sitting in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers bloom in autumn.
The sails will be hung in the Ming Dynasty, and the maple leaves will fall one after another.
Thousands of maple leaves cover thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
I paint the long blue river water, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves on the pavilion at night.
Maple Leaf Poetry
Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there is a home deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. Ask
The clear sound comes across the threshold to the two streams, and the autumn colors greet the eaves with lush maples.
Enjoy the autumn scenery and see the red leaves, express your feelings and ambitions.
The red leaves have withstood the frost for a long time, but they still love the old branches. Open the window to listen to the dawn birds, and bow your head to pick up new poems.
The red leaves in Xishan are good, and the color becomes more intense under heavy frost.
As the autumn smoke rises at dusk, the smoky maple trees bloom.
The maple on the river is like a hero. The maple on the river is full of flowers and cannot compete with the internal strength of Songyun.
The red maples shine like fire in the mountains, and the cold autumn wind blows through the trees; the red leaves separate branches at the right time, and the maples will be red all over the mountains next year.
The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
Thousands of maple leaves cover thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail. 5. Poems describing red leaves
"Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers" come from the fourth and fifth sentences of the ancient poem "Tianjingsha·Autumn" by the Yuan Dynasty poet Bai Pu. The full text is as follows: < /p>
The setting sun in the isolated village is covered with light smoke and jackdaws in the old trees.
Under the shadow of a little Feihong.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Translation
As the sun gradually sets in the west, the sunset on the horizon gradually begins to dissipate, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting the quiet and lonely villages in the distance, dragging out the long long shadow. Light smoke floated faintly into the air, a few crows were perched on the rickety old trees, and a wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky. Look at the sky and the earth, the mountains are green and the water is blue, the white reed flowers are flying, the red maple leaves are gorgeous, and the golden chrysanthemums are blooming.
"When white rocks emerge from Jingxi River, the sky is cold and red leaves are sparse" comes from the first two sentences of "In the Mountains" by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Cold red leaves are sparse.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
Translation
The flow of water in Jingxi River is getting less and less day by day, white stones are exposed on the river bed, the weather is slowly getting cooler, and the red leaves on the branches are gradually becoming scarce. It hadn't rained on the winding mountain road, but the thick green pines and cypresses were filled with mist and mist, and the water vapor was so heavy that it seemed to be dripping, soaking the clothes of pedestrians.
"The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the long pavilion" comes from the first and second sentences of the ancient poem "Going to the Que in Autumn to Tongguan Post Tower" by the Tang Dynasty poet Xu Hun. The full text is as follows:
< p> The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the pavilion.The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle section.
The color of the trees changes with the pass, and the sound of the river flows into the sea far away.
When I arrive in the Imperial Township tomorrow, I still dream of fishing and woodcutting.
Translation
The evening breeze of late autumn blew in my face, and the red leaves rustled in the wind. I sat in the ten-mile pavilion, raised my glass and drank. Inadvertently, the remaining clouds in the sky slowly drifted towards Taihua Mountain, and bits of rain fell on Zhongtiao Mountain with the wind.
"A song of labor explains boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids" come from the first and second sentences of the ancient poem "Farewell to Xie Ting" by the Tang Dynasty poet Xu Hun. The full text is as follows:
A song of labor explains the meaning of boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids.
At dusk, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I am going down to the west building.
Translation
After singing a farewell song, you untied the faraway boat. There are green mountains on both sides of the bank, and the mountains are covered with red leaves. The water is on the ground. Eastward flow. When dusk fell and I woke up, I realized that the person had gone away. At this time, the sky was full of wind and rain, and I was the only one who left the west building alone.
"Siyuanren·Autumn Night with Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers" comes from "Three Hundred Song Poems". The full text of his ancient poem is as follows:
The red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles. The flying clouds have passed away, and I have no letter when I return home. Where can I send a letter?
Tears streamed down the window. Just spin the inkstone and grind the ink.
Gradually I wrote goodbye. Deep in this feeling, the red paper is colorless!
Translation
The forest leaves are turning red and yellow chrysanthemums are blooming everywhere. It is late autumn again, and I can’t help but miss the wanderer thousands of miles away. The clouds in the sky kept drifting into the distance, and the returning geese didn't bring any news about him. I didn't know where the wanderer was, so where could I send the book? The more disappointed I became, the more I missed him. I was so sad that I shed tears at the window. The tears kept flowing and dripped onto the inkstone, so I used it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, I kept writing until after the separation, the love reached the depths, and the tears became uncontrollable. They dripped onto the letter and even faded the color of the red paper.
The author of "Inscribed on the Red Leaves of the Western Mountains" is Chen Yi. The full text of his ancient poem is as follows:
The red leaves in Xishan are beautiful, and the more intense the frost, the darker the color. The same is true for revolution. Heroes are found in struggle. Red leaves are all over the Western Mountains, and flowers are as red as February. There is green all around, and a family of anti-riot policemen. Red leaves are all over the mountain, and the color in the middle and right is hazy. The west wind blows on the left bank, and the cheers are completely red. I reach out to pick the red leaves, and I pick them with red bottoms. Light red and gray red, I will not take them away. There are red leaves in the book, and the red leaves are of good color. Please take a look at it every other year. It is really red and not withered. The red leaves fall into the dust, so it cannot be said that they are absolutely red. The flowers bloom again in the spring, a thousand reds and purples. The poem is written on a red leaf, praising the revolutionary red. The sky is red with revolution, scaring the poor people to death. 6. Poems describing the redness of maple leaves
Qi Luo Xiang Red Leaves Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Yan Genre: Poems Thousands of miles of frost, thousands of fallen trees in the forest, the cold beauty does not attract spring jealousy.
The maple is cold in Wujiang, and a lonely guest sings a sad sentence. The boat is in the middle of the boat and the lonely village is surrounded by flowing water, like a way home surrounded by flowers and the setting sun.
It is a deserted ditch and a desolate place, and it is difficult to carry away feelings and carry away sorrow. Who asked about tired travel in Chang'an?
I am ashamed to see my declining appearance and borrow wine to drift away like this. If you rely on new makeup, you will not be included in the Luoyang flower spectrum.
In order to return to the wind, I dance in front of me, turning everything into thousands of rays of clouds. Remember the gloomy and green scenery all over the south of the Yangtze River, and the dark rain outside the window at night.
Qi Luo Xiang Red Leaves Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Yisun Genre: Ci The remaining red pills from the jade pestle, the remaining color from the golden knife, re-dyed the lone tree in Wujiang River. How many points of red lead, how many times of complaining about the autumn dusk.
Shocked by old dreams, the green temples are lightly withered, complaining of new hatred, and the red lips are slightly noted. The most pitiable thing is that the fresh frost is blowing together, and the embroidered rong is jealous of the evening makeup.
Thousands of forests are swaying and becoming less and less, why is the west wind old and beautiful, fighting for beauty like this. The remaining flowers in February are missing the car on the mountain road.
Recognize it, the flowing water is deserted, and I am afraid that there are still some, and I send you loving words. But it is desolate, the sun is setting in the autumn garden, and the cold branches are dancing drunkenly.
Title: Red Leaves Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Xuanzong Palace Genre: Wujue The water is flowing too fast, the palace is full of leisure. Thank you Hongye diligently so that you can go to the human world.
Five Poems about Maple Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li He The autumn water is bright at the root of the stone, and the autumn grass beside the stone is thin. The fragrance of wild bamboo invades the clothes, and the hibernation hangs thickly in the wild.
Cen Zhongyue returns, and the toad lights up in the sky. The osmanthus dew meets the fairy, and the clouds tease under the stars.
The desolate gardenias have fallen, and the mountain weeps clear. Below is Zhang Zhongwei, whose writing case is about to decay.
Night Mooring at Fengqiao Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ji Genre: Qijue Category: Traveling The moon sets, the crows cry, and the sky is filled with frost, and the river maples, fishing fires, and melancholy sleep. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
Yong Huai Era: Wei and Jin Author: Ruan Ji The Yangtze River is covered with maple trees. Gaolan was passed by, and the green horse passed away.
Looking from afar makes me sad, but the spring breeze touches my heart. There are many talented people in the Three Chu Dynasties, and they go to Chaoyun to engage in debauchery.
Zhu Huazhen is fragrant, and Gao Cai is pursuing it. One mourns for the oriole, who can stop the tears.
Sanlv Temple Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Dai Shulun Genre: Five Uniques The flow of Yuan and Xiang is endless, so how deep is the resentment of Song Dynasty. At dusk, the autumn smoke rises, and the trees are fluttering with leaves.
View the meter, write and read the notes, return to Die Lianhua, Era: Qing Dynasty, Author: Nalan Xingde, Genre: Ci, there is no fixed distance between the ancient and modern rivers and mountains. Amid the sound of horns being drawn, horses come and go frequently.
Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple tree. There used to be countless grievances.
The iron horse fights, Qingzhong road at dusk. How deep is the love? The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain.
Strings of the Kingdom of Shu Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li He Genre: Yuefu The fragrant evening flowers are quiet, and the shadows of the southern mountains in Jinshui are reflected. The ape is sad when the stone falls from the shock, and the bamboo clouds are sad for half the ridge.
Qiupu is born in the cool moon, and the jade sand is sparkling. Whose red-tears guest cannot bear to cross Qutang?
Nanhu Late Autumn Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi Genre: Five Ancients In August, the white dew falls and the water in the lake becomes old. It's a pity that there are many autumn winds, and the lotus flowers are half toppled.
Climb the green maple tree with your hands and step on the yellow reed grass. The pale old face, the cold embrace of autumn.
I have an elder brother in Huaichu, and a younger brother in Shudao. When will thousands of miles come? The smoke will be white and vast.
Eight Poems of Autumn Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Genre: Qilu Jade dew withers the maple forest, and the Wushan Gorge is desolate. The waves in the river are surging from the sky, and the wind and clouds are blocking the ground.
The clusters of chrysanthemums will burst into tears, and the solitary boat will be connected to the heart of my hometown. Hanyi is urging the knife and ruler everywhere, and Baidi City is high and anxious at dusk.
Picking Mulberries Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhu Dunru Genre: Ci A boat trip to the south of the Yangtze River, where the wild geese travel solitary clouds. Thousands of miles of smoke and dust.
Looking back at the Central Plains with tears in my eyes. Bishan is cold to Wan Tingzhou, with maple leaves and reed roots.
The sunset is flat. I feel sad about leaving my hometown and going to my country.
Night mooring in Niuzhu, nostalgic for the past, Li Bai Niuzhu Xijiang night, there is no cloud in the blue sky. Climbing the boat and looking at the autumn moon, I recall General Xie.
I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it. In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another.
Mountain Walk Du Mu Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. Jiang Feng, the fisherman, sleeps in sorrow. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
Sanlv Temple Dai Shulun The flow of Yuan and Xiang is endless, how deep is the resentment of Qu and Song. At dusk, the autumn smoke rises, and the trees are fluttering with leaves.
Untitled Li Shangyin Who can accompany you when you are lonely on a cold night? It’s hard to break up with the rain. When Feng was drunk and had yet to wake up, he fell in love with the world and regretted that he had no chance.
Staying in a Farmhouse in Early Autumn by Cao Ye. The grass in the stream is sparse and glowing with fireflies, and the moon is bright and bright, and the maple trees are long. The calves in Nancun are making urgent noises at night, which may be due to the new frost on the fence.
Sauvignon Blanc Li Yu One mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red. The flowers are blooming, but the flowers are withered. The wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them. A curtain of wind and moonlight is idle.
Jiangling is worried about sending children to safety. Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Fisherman Zhang Zhihe, the owner of the Songjiang Crab House, is happy to serve wild rice and water shield soup. The maple leaves have fallen, the beetroot flowers have dried up, and I can’t feel the cold even when I’m drunk in the fishing boat.
Jianxi under the boat Fang Weishen The passenger ship has returned to Puyue at dusk, and the wild shop has no lights and is about to close its doors. The sand maple poured out of the bank is half dead, and the tied boat still has traces of last year.
Sending Ming Qing off to Jiangxi Province in the county by Li Panlong The rustling green maples and rain are desolate, and the autumn colors can be seen from afar in a Chu-like state. Who chases the guests away from the lonely boat? The white clouds send each other off to Jiangxi.
I love autumn fragrance Tang Yin I paint the long blue river water, and I love the sadness of maple leaves in the evening pavilion. The autumn moon shines brightly on the Buddhist temple, and cigarette smoke curls around the prayer tower.
Shu Guoxian Li He The fragrant evening flowers are quiet, and the shadow of the southern mountain in Jinshui is reflected. The ape is sad when the stone falls from the shock, and the bamboo clouds are sad for half the ridge.
Qiupu is born in the cool moon, and the jade sand is sparkling. Whose red-tears guest cannot bear to cross Qutang?
Send Li Shaofu to be demoted to Xia Zhong Wang Shaofu to be demoted to Changsha Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty What do you think of this farewell? Zhu Ma holds the cup and asks about his exile. The ape crows in Wu Gorge and sheds a few lines of tears, and the geese return to Hengyang and writes a few letters.
Autumn sails are far away on the Qingfeng River, and ancient trees are sparse beside Baidi City. There will be lots of rain and dew in Sundae today, so don’t hesitate to break up for the time being.
Xiang Fei Li He Junzhu has been immortal for thousands of years and has always accompanied Qin E to cover the Xiang River. The barbarian girl's chant fills the cold sky, and the nine mountains are green and tears are red.
Farewell to Luan, Fengyanwu, Wuyun and Shuyu are connected in the distance. The green maple rises in the melancholy autumn air, and the ancient dragon chants among the cool night waves.
Farewell to Zhang Si Wang Changling The maple forest has become sad, and the Chu River is sad again. Farewell to the cold mountain moon, the clear ape has no break.
Listen to the tune of flowing water by Wang Changling. The lonely boat faces the maple forest in the dim moonlight, sharing the sound of the zither and the guest's heart. The color of the mountains is covered with thousands of rains, the strings are broken and the tears are deep.
Farewell to Li Pingshi Wang Changling It is difficult to say farewell on the Qiujiang River. Tomorrow the boat will be in Chang'an. Wu Ji dances slowly, leaving you drunk, and the green maple is white and the dew is cold.
September 9 Cui Guofu The maples on the riverside are falling and the chrysanthemums are yellow. The young man climbs up to look at the countryside. Although the Tao family has been carrying wine on the ninth day, the guests from Chu have been wearing clothes for three years.
Recording my feelings to Linghu Xianggong of Hengzhou. Li Yi transferred the Yuan Dynasty to Fang Yisheng, and the Xuan Gai suddenly spoke to the east. The Tao is central and secret, and the heart is the same as the outside. 7. What are the poems about maple leaves?
Poems about maple leaves:
1. Jiangling is worried and hopes to send children to peace.
Tang, Yu Xuanji.
Thousands of maple leaves cover thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
2. Night mooring at Maple Bridge.
Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ji.
The moon is setting, the sky is covered with crows and frost, and the river maple and fishing fire are facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
3. Mountain hiking.
Tang Dynasty, Du Mu.
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
4. Listen to the tune of flowing water.
Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling.
The lonely boat is facing the maple forest under the faint moon, sharing the sound of the zither and the guest's heart.
Thousands of colors in the mountains are covered with rain, broken strings are collected and deep traces of tears.
5. Youth Tour·The maple forest is red and the smoke is blue in the evening.
Song Dynasty, Jiang Jie.
The maple forest is red and the late smoke is green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past twenty years, no one has grown bamboo, but they still borrow the name bamboo.
The spring breeze has not yet passed, but the autumn breeze has arrived, and everything is light with age. Just spend your whole life chanting and chanting leisurely, and compose it into a song.
6. Partridge Sky · Maple falls on the river and wild water in autumn.
Song Dynasty, Su Xiang.
The maples fall on the river and wild water in autumn. Light smoke and decaying grass connect to the suburban hills.
Sleeping drunkly in the Huangmao Shop of Xiaowu, dreaming against the Chiye Tower in Gaocheng.
The sky is clear and the road is long.
Play the zither, sing and play the fan.
The willows in Baqiao are hated every year, and the hibiscus leaves in Yuanpu are sad.