1. Poems about maple leaves turning red
Poems about maple leaves turning red 1. What are the poems about maple leaves turning red like fire
Stop and sit and love the maples It's late in the forest, and the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
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 passes over 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 will separate branches at the right time, and the maples will be red all over the mountains in the coming year.
Thousands of maple leaves turn into 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.
2. Poems about maple leaves
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Tour"
Stop and sit Love the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February----Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"
The Ming Dynasty hangs sails, and the maple leaves fall one after another----Li Bai's "Night Mocking in Niuzhu Nostalgia"
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Thousands of maple leaves cover thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the evening sails——Yu Xuanji's "Jianling is sad and wishes to send children's peace"
I paint the long blue river water, and love the maple leaves on the evening pavilion - ---Tang Yin's "I Love Autumn Fragrance"
Mountain Walk
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping,
The white clouds are deep There are people everywhere.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night,
The frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.
Five Poems about Maple
Author: Li He Era: Tang Dynasty
The autumn water on the stone roots is bright, and the autumn grass on the stone bank is thin.
The fragrance of wild bamboo invades 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 are dancing under the stars.
The desolate gardenias have fallen, and the mountain weeps clear.
Below is Zhang Zhongwei, whose desk is about to decay.
Xiangshan
The rain makes the pines green,
The frost dyes the maple leaves red.
The wind blows and the white clouds move,
Sending tenderness thousands of miles away.
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.
--Du Mu
Jiang Shangfeng Cheng Yanxiong
Jiang Feng is full of flowers and cannot compete with the power of pine trees.
A leaf falls on the fisherman's house, and the setting sun brings autumn colors.
Sleeping in the Autumn Rain at Night by Bai Juyi
The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen, and the frost leaves are all red.
Mountain Excursion Du Mu
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Send Zhou Zi to visit Jingnan after his death, Cen Shen
The orange blossoms are blooming in Shandian, and the maple leaves are new in Jiangcheng.
Listening to the flute on a moonlit night in Jianglou Liu Cang
Thinking of the bright moon and white waves, the sound enters the blue clouds and the maple leaves of autumn.
Painted on the Yushan Ridge by Huangfu Zeng
The autumn flowers look like snow, and the maple leaves cannot help but be covered with frost.
Passing Man Cave - Song Zhiwen
The forest is dark with maple leaves, and the garden is fragrant with orange blossoms.
Sending Wang Changling to Lingnan by Meng Haoran
Traveling far and near to Dongting, the maple leaves startle the autumn early.
Jiang Shangfeng Cheng Yanxiong
Jiang Feng is naturally lush and cannot compete with the power of pine trees.
In the mountains, the maple trees on the east side of the fence are pregnant with Chengdu. Lu You
Under the red building in the west corner of Wumen, there is a red maple tree.
Early Winter Lu You
The maple leaves are better when they are withered, and the plum blossoms are fragrant before they are moved.
Late Autumn Calligraphy by Lu You
Maple Leaf was miserable at first, but Ju Cong was not supportive.
Landscapes by Wen Zhengming and Qianlong
The old shade of pine trees dispels the heat, and the new maple leaves in autumn are illuminated.
Sending Lord Masuda Shebo back to his country Lu Xun
The hibiscus trees are in beautiful autumn, and the maple leaves shine like red leaves in the tender cold.
In autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, ripe chestnuts are as big as a fist.
The red maple leaves rise, the green reeds and white waves of the river
The sweetgum of liquidambar in the evening, the quiet flowers, the shadows of the southern mountains in Jinshui
The red-leaf maple forest sings with a hundred tongues, and the rooster dances on the yellow mud wild bank
Frost stains the crows and maples to welcome the sun, and the cold Jingshui brings ice flow
The sun and the moon are white, the green maple leaves are red and the sky is covered with rain and frost
3. What are they? 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.
4. Poems describing autumn maple leaves
1. [Ming Dynasty] Liu Ji's "Songs on the River (Four Poems)"
Excerpts from the original text:
The red polygonum and red maple are all in autumn colors, and the Chu clouds and Wu waters are flowing.
Definition:
The red polygonum and the golden maple leaves are all yellow in autumn. The clouds in the sky and the Wujiang River are endless.
2. [Song Dynasty] Wang Yan "Sending Xu Wei to Baling and Simplifying Deng Qi Xian Wang Jianshan"
Excerpt from the original text:
Li Sao Man Mu Jiang The road is cold and the autumn air is red with maple leaves on the river.
Definition:
Everywhere I see is sadness, the road along the river is so deserted, and the desolate atmosphere of autumn seems to dye the maple leaves at the head of the river red.
3. [Ming Dynasty] Liu Huangshang's "A Letter to Wang Chengfu"
Excerpt from the original text:
Wujiang Feng Leng Qiu Hongfei, poor poet in a foreign county .
Definition:
The bleak autumn wind in Wujiang was blowing the maple leaves, and the wild geese began to fly south. I, who was good at writing, was lonely and pitiful in a foreign land.
4. [Song Dynasty] Chao Shuozhi's "Sending Fan to the West"
Excerpt from the original text:
The maple trees at the head of the river are in autumn, and Sun Wu, the king of Eastern Wu, is worried.
Interpretation:
The golden maple leaves at the head of the river indicate that autumn has arrived, and the princes and grandsons of Soochow are worried.
5. [Song Dynasty] Chao Gongsu's "Occasionally Conceive a Son and a Younger Brother"
Excerpt from the original text:
The autumn colors are red maples, and the white wild geese are worried. .
Definition:
In autumn, the maple leaves on the shore turn yellow, and the sad geese want to fly south.
5. Ancient poems describing red leaves
In ancient times, there was a saying that one leaf knows autumn, so red leaves were often used to describe the magnificent scenery of autumn. Here are some representative works:
< p> 1. "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February" ---- Du Mu's "Mountain Travel".2. "The mountains are clear and the water is clear, frost comes at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow -" ---- Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems"
3. Seeing off guests on the Xunyang River on the first night, Maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn----Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing"
4. "The rain paths are green and weeds are covered with leaves, and the frost garden has many red leaves"-----Bai Juyi's "Sima's House"
< p> 5. The smoke is falling and the autumn colors are falling, and the love for thousands of miles is spread with the waves. "----"Red Leaves" by Wu Rong of the Tang Dynasty6. The sails were hung in the Ming Dynasty, and the maple leaves fell one after another----Li Bai's "Night at Niuzhu Nostalgia"
7 , The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the evening sails——Yu Xuanji's "Jianling is sad and wishes to send children's peace"
8. I paint the long blue river water, and love the maple leaves on the evening pavilion--- - Tang Yin's "I Love Autumn Fragrance"
9. The rain makes the pines green, and the frost dyes the maple leaves red. ---- Anonymous' "Fragrant Mountain"
10. The river maple is lush and does not compete. Song Yunli. A leaf falls on the fisherman's house, and the setting sun brings autumn colors.
----Cheng Yanxiong's "Maple on the River"
11. The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen, and the frost leaves are all red on the steps----Bai Juyi's "Autumn Rain Night Sleep"
12. Autumn flowers are partial Like snow, the maple leaves cannot help but frost. ---- Huangfu Zeng's "Composition on Yushan Ridge"
13. When you go to Dongting far and near, the maple leaves startle the autumn early. ---- Meng Haoran "Farewell to Wang Changling in Lingnan"
14. Under the red building in the west corner of Wumen, there is a red maple tree. ---- Lu You "The maple trees on the east side of the fence are pregnant with Chengdu in the mountains"
15. The maple leaves are better when they are gone, and the plum blossoms are fragrant before they are moved. ---- Lu You "Early Winter"
16. Maple Leaf is miserable at first, but Ju Cong doesn't support it at all. ----Lu You's "Late Autumn Calligraphy"
6. Sentences describing red maple leaves
1. Pure, the color of maple, exquisite and transparent heart, listening, leaves Singing with the autumn wind, the innocent thoughts like a spotless mirror, the homesickness of the gentle wanderer singing like a song, tell the sincerity of love.
2. When the leaves gradually become sparse, the autumn forest shows their elegance, which is a free and easy without any embellishment and aloofness that does not care about the prosperity of the world.
3. Maple leaves are the most beautiful in autumn. She has been tempered by wind and frost, decorating the magnificent autumn scenery of the mountains; she, with the love of each maple leaf, continues the poem of praise, you can know its inner heart Desolate, but not much.
4. Maple Leaf, you are as inscrutable to me as the maple leaves in MapleStory. Your fiery red color reminds me of myself back then.
5. Maple leaves are the most affectionate in autumn. The ups and downs of a life, the emotions of half a lifetime, the wind, rain and frost, invade each other without resentment, are simple and unpretentious, and are praised by others, forming a comic of love and love. Shanliu Dan. The aftertaste of lovesickness is more beautiful, the sunset glow and red leaves are full of passion. The red maple leans against the sunset, and I fall in love with the colorful clouds.
6. The tall maple trees have been shrouded in fiery red maple leaves. After being washed by the rain, the original fiery red maple leaves look particularly charming. Coupled with the thick fallen leaves on the ground, the sky and the earth seem to have been connected into one. Combined with the rain and mist in the maple forest, it gives people a feeling of being in a fairyland.
7. I picked up a maple leaf that had just fallen, feeling a little helpless. Maple leaves were originally part of the maple tree, but the change of seasons ruthlessly separated them. Although they were reluctant to part with each other, they were helpless. After all, no one may appreciate a maple tree without maple leaves, and without a maple tree, it is even less likely that there will be maple leaves. Now they can only look at each other from a distance, maybe they are sad, maybe they are crying, how much they hope to stay together forever and never be separated, but the reality is cruel and ruthlessly separates them.
8. A ray of sunshine, like water, clear maple beside the path. Who used the red clouds in the early morning sky of the military camp and the white clouds in the late autumn morning to weave this piece of condensing light silk.
9. A breeze blows, and the maple leaves ring like little bells, and fall to the ground like a goddess scattering flowers. I picked up a maple leaf and touched it with my hands. It was neither smooth nor rough. The red color extended from the root to the center of the leaf. The five corners of the leaf were slightly yellow, and the root veins extended upward from the root in a radial shape.
10. In October, the most beautiful thing is the maple leaves. The maple leaves are red, the mountains are red, and the forests are dyed; the evening breeze blows, and when you close your eyes, your mind is filled with the poetic and picturesque scenery of rivers, lakes, clear springs, and clear waterfalls. The moon has set, but the crows are still crows, and the sky is hazy and frosty. Zhang Ji, who is moored at Fengqiao at night, sighs alone, tossing and turning, at the maple trees by the river and the fishing fires on the boat.
11. The Great Wall in the sky is famous for its fiery red maple leaves all over the mountains. They are rooted in the cracks of the rocks. They are so powerful that they spread inside and outside the Great Wall like ignited wildfire, dyeing the Great Wall red and also dyed it red. The desolate and lonely autumn. Different from the thick green of ordinary plants, maple trees are dazzling when green, and even more messy and endlessly brilliant when red.
12. I praise the maple leaves, they are as red as fire and as red as blood. Bright red maple leaves! You ignite the passion of autumn, and you praise the passion of autumn. I love you intensely, I love your enthusiasm and unrestrainedness. It is you who dye the autumn colors red. It is you who give me the reverie of autumn and the sigh of autumn! When I looked at the boundless maple leaves illuminated by the setting sun like burning flames, my heart was so drunk that the blood all over my body was boiling and stirring.
13. Maple leaves are the most beautiful in autumn. She, with her weather-beaten temper, decorates the magnificent autumn scenery of the mountains; she, with the love of the maple leaves, continues the praising poems, but she knows that there is little desolation in her heart.
14. Maple leaves are the saddest in autumn. With the remaining breath of her soul that is about to fall off, she keeps talking about her desolation, but no one understands or takes care of her. People still appreciate the aftertaste of maple leaves. The maple leaves are withering day by day, still suffering from the attack of frost, until the soul drifts away and the leaves fall to the earth.
15. Maple leaves are the most affectionate in autumn. The ups and downs of a life, the emotions of half a lifetime, the wind, rain and frost, invade each other without resentment, are simple and unpretentious, and are praised by others, forming a comic of love and love. Shanliu Dan. The aftertaste of lovesickness is more beautiful, the sunset glow and red leaves are full of passion. The red maple leans against the sunset, and the colorful clouds fall in love...
16. Ah, maple leaves! You told me warmly about the beauty of autumn, the splendor of autumn, and the preciousness of autumn. You showed me the mind of autumn, the richness of autumn, the autumn of life! As long as you have the persistence of Maple Leaf, it will be as red as the sky and as red as a burning flame.
I would like to turn into a maple leaf, sing loudly in autumn, and burn freely and passionately in autumn. Yes, I no longer feel sad about the autumn of life. I will work hard for the beauty of autumn every day from now on. I praise autumn, and I praise maple leaves!
7. Modern poems praising autumn red leaves
Author of Autumn Red Leaves: Cang Zijun She came against the autumn like a light red silk and quietly covered the golden autumn with a spring coat. Entering the long-lost red, you can't be careless. The soft door of your heart is instantly opened. You see waves of spring water, a string of summer feelings overflowing, and the rustling wind is telling you. A corner not far away is floating in the wind. I don't know it is a chant of autumn love. Still lamenting Xiao Liang's silent sorrow time and time again, the world of mortals destroys each piece of immortality. Standing in front of the red leaves in Aoqiu, how many people can understand the sad stories adjacent to beauty? Guests in the autumn are also easily carried away. They are used to hearing Chunfang's The language of flowers is used to seeing the green leaves pretending to be elegant. Who has listened to the heartfelt voice of the red leaves? She said, I am the dreamer of those who are sad about autumn. As long as I have a vague reverie, I can summon the gentle breeze before the death to make the dream more round and the red leaves redder. The unbearable autumn mood is still permeating the air. The three seasons of spring, summer and winter seem to be swallowed up in it, like caresses and thorns, like love and knives. I want to keep the graffitied feelings forever in the embrace of red leaves, erasing the wind marks and carvings. It becomes a ball that cannot tell the difference between years, rolling freely across borders in simplicity, and then looking back at the red leaves in the distance "Maple Leaf Love" Author: Jia Tiancheng Maple Leaf Love The maple tree has a unique love among trees. Because the maple leaves are enchanting and gorgeous, they are the best. The autumn frost dyes them red. Its leaves have withered in the autumn wind, its gorgeous and striking clothes have been silently destroyed by the autumn rain, and its face has turned into mud and wandered in the maple forest, which is rich in poetry. The light makes your mind open, the bright orange-red color is like a cup of wine, and the mellow fragrance lingers in your heart! Maple leaves! You are not a flower. You are more beautiful than a flower. You are magnificent and decorate the autumn. You are a big flower. The colorful colors make people happy and praise them. Take the fiery red maple leaves and put them in the collection of books. Let them have a long-standing dream in the fragrance of books. Keep your beauty. That love makes the beautiful natural autumn treasure in my heart. Autumn maple leaves and sunset glow together. Thousands of scenery in the world are so charming. Maple leaves. Your love is too strong, too sincere and too long. "Maple Leaves Are Red" Author: Murong Yixi in this strange place Autumn has arrived in the city. The lonely maple tree on the roadside has begun to turn red. It dances gracefully and slowly falls. I stand under the tree and search carefully for the reddest maple leaf. I will give it to the most beautiful you. When you receive this red leaf, Maybe it has withered and only the shriveled veins are left. Please don't throw it in the wind, because it is my yearning and your concern. "The Maple Leaf Dancing Alone" Author: Xiaoyao Swordsman The autumn wind throbbed and the emerald green dyed fiery red. The pure beauty fades and the spring dream becomes empty. The stubborn maple leaves cannot let go of the sweetness of meeting in the past. I try hard to find the trace of the butterfly. But fate is gone like water. Only the lonely shadow is lonely and drifting. The countless tenderness written with romantic youth has now been dusted in the withered veins. The love is alone. What the clock brings is only pain. All the vows are buried in the cold winter. Time flows gently and everything slowly melts with the ice and snow... "Flying Maple Leaves" Author: Lin Yuhe I remember one time you accompanied me to the mountains to see the red maple leaves. Maple Leaf, you said that every time you look at a maple leaf, there is a different scenery, but who would have thought that the maple leaf you hide is like an elegant lie. I no longer believe it. I once imagined that I was a maple leaf dancing in the wind and following you all over the mountains and immersed in it. In the sea of ??red maples, you cling to the maple leaves and turn into a butterfly, flying alone to the boundless mountain forest. I have traveled all over the cold mountain streams to look for your passionate smile. How many times have I stared into the distance but there is no trace of you. Maple leaves and butterflies flying everywhere. Where are you? Where can I rest? Can you bring me some news? Even if it's a hint of dark red, I can find the joy of the past in your regretless promise. Can you light up a heart lamp for me? Even if it's a small glimmer of dawn, don't think it's flying. The maple leaves bring me a touch of sadness. In fact, the dewdrops on the leaves are just the pipa ditty played in my heart. The beautiful pipa ditty of spring, summer and autumn fills my heart. The branches will stir me in the coming spring. All beautiful.
8. Poems describing red maple leaves
Qiluoxiang red leaves Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Yan Genre: Poetry 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. If you don’t go away with your emotions, you will go away with your sorrows. 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: Poems The jade pestle has leftover pills, the gold knife has leftover color, and the lone tree in Wujiang is dyed again. 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 the ditch is still there, and I am afraid that there are still words of love and affection. 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 Hong Ye diligently so that you can go to the world.
Five Poems about Maple Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li He The autumn water on the stone roots is bright, and the autumn grass on the stone bank 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 mountains have been weeping. 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.
Yonghuai 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 ancient and modern times. 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 trees. 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.
Shu Kingdom String Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li He Genre: Yuefu The evening flowers of liquidambar 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. Who can't 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 chrysanthemums in bloom will shed tears in the future, and the lonely boat will be linked to the heart of the 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 Yuan and Xiang rivers are 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 maples are long. The calves in Nancun are making urgent noises at night, probably because there is new frost on the fence.
Sauvignon Blanc by Li Yu One mountain, two mountains, The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, 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. Yu Xuanji. The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail. Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River, which flows eastwards without rest day and night.
Fisherman Zhang Zhihe, the owner of the Songjiang Crab House, is happy to eat 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 Passenger flights close to Puyue at dusk, and the wild shop has no lights and wants 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. Who can't 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 under the faint moon, 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's slow dance leaves you drunk, 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.
Reporting my feelings to Mr. Linghu of Hengzhou, Li Yi transferred Yuan 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.
9. Poems praising the red leaves of autumn
Xiaofeng drank a lot of wine all night, but his beauty was covered by a solitary pine tree.--"Autumn Mountain" by Yang Wanli
Stop the car Sitting in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.--Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"
The Ming Dynasty hangs sails, and the maple leaves fall one after another.--Li Bai's "Night Mooring in Niuzhu Nostalgia"
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.--Bai Juyi's "Pipa Tour"
The maple leaves are thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the evening sails.--Yu Xuanji, "Jianling" "I love the fragrance of autumn" by Tang Yin
I paint the long blue river water, and love the sorrow of the maple leaves on the evening pavilion. - Tang Yin's "I Love the Fragrance of Autumn"
When you go to Dongting far and near, the maple leaves startle the autumn early. - - Send Wang Changling's Lingnan Meng Haoran
The maples on the river are lush and lush, but they cannot compete with the power of pine trees.--The maples on the river become Yanxiong
The rain in the fragrant mountains makes the pines green, and the frost dyes the maple leaves red. The wind blows The white clouds are moving, sending tenderness thousands of miles away.
The sweet liquids are fragrant in the evening, the flowers are quiet, and the shadows of the southern mountains in Jinshui
The red-leaf maple forest is singing with a hundred tongues, and the roosters are dancing on the yellow mud wild bank
Frost-stained crows and maples welcome the sun, and the cold Jingshui carries ice currents
The sun and the moon are white, the green maple leaves are red and the sky is filled with rain and frost