Thousands of flowers have fallen, and the red leaves of a tree are burning
Whoever shows mercy has little strength, and adds to the wealth of the country
Today, we have become friends of Luan and Phoenix, and we only know the red leaves It's a good matchmaker. ——Han Shi of the Tang Dynasty, "Poems Written with Pens at the Wedding Banquet"
The autumn sand on the far bank is white, and the mountains are shining red in the evening. ——"Five Poems in the Autumn Wilderness" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
When you try to go up to a high-rise building, you will be so clear to the bones, but you will not know that the spring scenery can make people crazy. ——Liu Yuxi's "Two Autumn Poems"
I feel that everything in the world will fall when autumn comes. ——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty, "Manjianghong·The Rhythm of Younanyan and Fankuo"
The autumn scenery is worthy of the title, with red leaves all over the mountains and streams; the pine paths are suitable, and the yellow chrysanthemums circle the eastern fence. ——Guan Hanqing of the Yuan Dynasty
"Red Leaf Biography":
A red leaf by the river is a kind of lovesickness poem. The stories of the people of Lushe are told through the ages, and the poems about a century-old marriage are linked to each other.
The red leaves without poems are also poems. Why did the palace maid write another poem? Autumn returns and autumn comes, and the red leaves are here, and the red leaves arouse autumn thoughts.
The red leaves in Xishan are beautiful, and the dew is heavy and the color is intense. ——Chen Yi
Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers bloom. ——Li Qiao's "Wind"
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. ——Du Mu's "Mountain Journey" in the Tang Dynasty
The red leaves in the temple are eye-catching, and the moss on the ground stains the horses' hooves. ——Wang Jian's "Jianling Jishi"
The fragrant green curtains are mostly in the water, and the remaining green and red leaves are better than the flowers. ——Nalan Xingde
Many leaves have fallen on the maple bank, and the autumn water in Dongting comes late.
On a light boat, there is no distance near or far, white clouds and bright moon hang on Xiang'e.
——Jia Zhi's "Three Poems on the First Arrival in Baling and Pan Dongting Lake with Li Twelve and Bai Pei Jiu (Part Two)"
The autumn trees are in the wind, and people have been drinking for a long time. The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.
——Bai Juyi's "Drunk to the Red Leaves"
The hibiscus leaves are in good autumn, and the maple leaves shine like red leaves in the tender cold. But the hanging willows are folded to see off the returning guests, and my heart follows the east pole to recall the past.
——Lu Xun's "Sending Mr. Masuda Wataru back to his country"
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, bow your head and write new poems. ——Guo Moruo
Mao Zedong's "Picking Mulberries. Double Ninth Festival"
Life is easy, but it is difficult to grow old, and the Double Ninth Festival is celebrated every year.
Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant.
The autumn wind is strong once a year, unlike spring.
It is better than the spring sunshine, and the vast river and sky are covered with frost.
Autumn mountains reflect the clouds and the rivers are red,
The fallen leaves drift along the banks of the maples.
Suddenly like a night of wind and frost,
It’s like the ink pouring from a painting.
Wang Guowei's "A Quatrain on Viewing Red Leaves"
The mountains and valleys are filled with red clouds, which embellish the remaining autumn atmosphere.
If you ask about the beautiful scenery in Penglai, the maple leaves are better than the cherry blossoms.
"Sweeping Flowers" by Wang Guowei
The sun is hanging in the sparse forest, the fog is fading, and the sky is clear and clear. Walking along the thin path around the forest, listening to the falling leaves, the jade birds step on them.
With the sun behind me and red maples, I can see the autumn light in front of my eyes. Standing still. Then they flew over and talked about Chi Mu.
Happiness is hard to trace back. Carrying wine and oranges, I used to visit places in the past. Qing Ge did not live. Another oriole took advantage of the photo and flew flowers into the nest.
Come back today, except for the setting sun