Don't think about them, you also have your music,
When the striped clouds are in full bloom in the dying days,
Touch the stubble plain with rose color;
Then in the noisy choir, the little gnats mourned.
In the river, rising high
Or sink like a breeze, live or die;
The loud bleating of adult lambs came from the hilly area;
Hedge crickets sing; Now use a high-pitched soft voice
The red chest whistle forms a garden;
The gathered swallows are whispering in the sky.
Ah. Where is Haruka? But don't.
Think about it, you have your music-
When the wavy clouds reflect a dying day,
Wipe the scattered fields with cinnabar,
At this time, there are a group of small flying insects under the willows by the river.
They all started to lament, and suddenly they flew very high.
Suddenly falling, ups and downs with the breeze;
In the garden, crickets under the fence are singing.
Robins with red breasts will whistle in groups;
And the sheep bleated loudly and silently in the mountain circle;
Swallows in Cong Fei are whispering in the sky.
2. English Poems about Autumn by Wang Wei; How's it going? The Chinese and English versions are as follows:
Autumn night in the mountains, autumn night in the mountains
The mountain after the rain is bare, and the mountain after the rain is empty.
Standing in the autumn evening. Autumn is in the air at night.
Moonlight in pine forest, bright moonlight among pine trees;
Crystal gems in the stream. Clear water is flowing on the crystal stone.
Bamboo whispers to the laundry girl who goes home, and bamboo whispers to the laundry girl;
The fishing boat waded in the water and the lotus shook.
What does it matter if spring has passed? Although fragrant spring may pass,
When you're here, oh, a friend's prince? . This is still where you stay.
3. Poems describing autumn in the fourth grade:
"Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at 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.
Autumn night Tang Wangwei
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Libai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building Tang Libai
In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
On Zhang's Autumn Climbing to Country-specific Mountains.
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Du Fu in Gordon Tang Dynasty
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
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.
Zhong Qiu yue song sushi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Bai Juyi in Mid-Autumn Festival and Tang Dynasty
Wan Li's beauty is incredible, adding sorrow, benefiting and hating to travel around the world.
Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court?
After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.
According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
Words describing autumn:
Su Muzhe Song Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
The Pride of Fisherman Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
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.
Qiubomei
Song luyou
On the evening of July 16, climb the Happy Pavilion and see Nanshan in Chang 'an.
Autumn came to the border town, the sound of the horn sounded, and the peaceful bonfire lit the bonfire. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure!
Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? Baqiao Ada, Qujiang Pool Pavilion, should treat others.
4. In the fourth grade of primary school, write autumn poems to praise autumn.
Author: Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
Mutu-Xing Shan
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
The hymn of Twilight River
The sun sets,
Half the river rustles and half the river is red.
Poor night of September 3rd,
Dewdrops are like pearls, and the moon is like a bow.
Hangju
Until September 8th in Qiu Lai,
I spent all the flowers;
The incense array pervades Chang' an,
The city is full of golden flowers.
5. Ask for English poetry in the fourth grade of primary school, which can be about fruit or spring-[Essay]
It is very late now, although it was not too late for me at this time before. I know I shouldn't stay so late. When a person gets old, he knows more about life. I think I know. I've never felt like time flies so fast. I have always believed that the future will be beautiful. But I already know-this is uncertain. I began to understand what life is. Life is limited. I can say that I am not afraid of death, because I know it is a part of nature. Once I was chatting with my friend, I said I could accept death, everyone's death, including myself. I know that everyone who exists in this world will disappear one day. This is our destiny. How to face it? Cry or laugh? Looking at the flowers on the trees outside the window, I still remember the flowers that fell last year. Did they cry? I didn't ask them, so I don't have the answer to this question. Last autumn, I saw yellow leaves flying in the air, and I didn't ask them if they were sad. I just saw them flashing in the sun, just like excellent dancers with good rhythm.
Spring, before last year, I never had a strong feeling about spring. Some people say that spring should be a happy season. But I never felt it. I always like autumn because I think autumn is a romantic season. I like summer when I was very young, because I like skirts with lace. Now, I still like autumn and summer, but I like spring and winter. I didn't like the colors of flowers before. I thought they were frivolous and superficial. I think only the blue ocean is deep, and the golden autumn is elegant. However, now I have a different idea. I think spring is great. I like flowers in the fields and on the mountains. I feel the vitality of life from them.
6. Poems about autumn are suitable for students in the fourth grade of primary school.
Too many.
Only poets are always sad.
somehow ..
I just like it.
I don't know why.
Maybe farewell to the heat.
There is no more fire in the sky.
Maybe it is a flaming maple leaf.
And the singing of geese flying south.
Maybe it's the freshness of autumn
There are also rich melons and fruits.
Maybe it's the smile on the farmer's uncle's face.
Laugh at the harvest of a year's labor
These may be
Is it too much?
So I like autumn.
I really don't know why.