Classical Chinese writing about leaves

1. What ancient poems describe leaves? There are too many poems about leaves that describe trees! Take a few poems at will: The Book of Songs has a harmonious set of leaves, and gentlemen have wine to taste. There is a rabbit head, a cannon to burn, and a gentleman has wine, which can be offered as appropriate. There is a rabbit head, burnt, and a gentleman has wine, rabbit head. When the sun rises, a scholar will return to his wife, but the ice is still cold. Recruit a boat and people will be involved in Ang. People will get involved in anger and they will become my friends. In early autumn, the wind blowing in the Du Mu Guest House shocked everything. I cried all night in a foreign land and worried about my guests every year. Where should I leave? When will it stop? Why don't you climb the west? I've been free for a long time. Kong Shaoan, a fallen leaf startled the fallen leaves in early autumn and fell like a guest. She refused to fly, but still cherished this ancient forest. And the title of Dulu, red leaves and Bai Juyi, a cold mountain, blooms in October. It seems that the fire can't burn out, and flowers don't wait for spring. She even organized a crimson account and cut red towels. Look at the basket, there are only two people in front of the wind. A leaf suddenly came first. Don't say it wavers slightly, from now on. When you are drunk, it is easy for you to be in the breeze in Qiu Shu. You have been drinking for many years. You look like a frosty leaf, although red is not spring. The leaves of Sophora japonica were cold washed, and Du Fu was green and tall, and brought to the Chinese kitchen. New faces are on the market, and the juice is harmonious. When you enter the tripod, you are too ripe to add vegetables. Bi suggested that algae bloomed in the Ming Dynasty. Wan Li Lou Han Tang opens an ice-clearing jade pot. The king enjoys a cool night, and this smell is also necessary. On the moonlit night, there is cold dew on the leaves of plane trees, and the white dew begins on the moon. The dripping water is clear and bright, and the color is cold. The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads dry. The air is cool and the autumn is suspicious, and the sound is faint at night. The condensed air flows all over the body, and the embellishment is suitable for seeing. The west wind blows the curtain, blows the curtain and thinks about the past. Li Qunyu, the root of the lotus leaf, is the jade in the mud, and the heart is nectar. It was planted in Tang Jun and Ren Chunpu was buried. In February, the leaves of the banyan tree in Liuzhou fell, and Liu Zongyuan felt sad, and spring was like autumn. The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers. The red leaves are singing, and it is too late to bear the desolation of the city. Shaking off the leaves is endless. It's too late to see the neighbors outside the window. Whoever is surprised in the world sweeps the forest alone. This is Xiao Sao's moonlit night, which overlaps with the first frost morning. It was cloudy yesterday, and the trees were singing. The green direction of leaves of Wang Jian, Chen and Chen is uneven, and the first piece of red has overlapped. The atrium is first swept, and the trees are surrounded by three or two leaves. Wu Ronglu, the red leaf, was frosty and the setting sun turned bright. The smoke dropped nine times. Who is there at home with the sound of flies? I don't hate it for a while, watching the breeze cut into colors. Looking at yellow leaves in Yuezhou, it is said that bald heads look at yellow leaves, and the geometry is not satisfactory. I am ashamed of Tang Tang Tree, but I don't think politics is a song. In "Ye Fei", the frost hung over the clouds and smoke billowed from the embankment. Hong Yanchu visited Jiangbiao. Lotus wind willow sparse to people, Taiwan pavilion sad. I hate affection and love.

2. All sentences describing leaves (including prose, classical Chinese, ancient poems, etc.). ) In early autumn, a leaf blew in the guest house, and everything was shocked.

The fallen leaves Kong Shaoan was surprised to see the fallen leaves in early autumn, falling like guests. If she is a leaf, it must be a happy leaf. In happiness, she gradually germinated. Now, she has become a green leaf. She said that she was happy no matter what.

Spring has come and the leaves have turned green. People are different. After reading such an article, it is an attractive new green! In the spring of March, leaves like babies woke up the earth that had been sleeping for a winter, and all the beauty and hope were reborn at this time, and the vast land changed from silver to vitality. Green is a symbol of spring, life and peace.

I prefer new green to green, because it will give people hope, freshness and beautiful enjoyment. Therefore, in the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, I love green leaves more. Its color, softness, rigidity and simplicity, is a wonderful flower that will never change in my heart. It is like a magnet, which has sucked away all my love for spring.

It is the "green sunshine" in my eyes, which will bring me confidence and happiness. Whenever I am depressed, I think of it and the "angel" in the sun. Together with sunshine, it gives me confidence, strength, inspiration and encouragement.

3. All sentences describing leaves (including prose, classical Chinese, ancient poems, etc. ) In early autumn, a leaf was blown off in the guest house, and everything was shocked.

Crying alone in a foreign land, worrying about guests every year. Don't leave where? When will it stop? It is better to flow and be free.

The fallen leaves Kong Shaoan was surprised to see the fallen leaves in early autumn, falling like guests. If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.

And du ti red leaves Bai Juyi Hanshan October Dan, frost leaves are new for a while. It seems that the fire can't burn out, and flowers don't wait for spring.

Even rows of crimson accounts, throwing red scarves around. There are only two people before the wind.

When a leaf falls, it is easy to get bored, but the depression of summer has not subsided, and the cool diving has begun. Cold and warm and ups and downs are the same.

Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed. Don't say anything, shake it down, shake it down from here.

In "Drunk", Hongye Bai Juyi is in the breeze, and Qiu Shu is a long-time drinker. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring.

Sophora japonica leaves are cold soaked from Du Fu's tall and green Sophora japonica leaves, which are collected and sent to China kitchen. The new noodles are close to the market, and the juice is mixed with me.

If it is overcooked, there will be no trouble with adding vegetables. Everything is fresh, and fragrant rice is a bud.

Teeth are colder than snow, so people are advised to throw this pearl away. I want to take the money to Tu Su.

The road is far-sighted and afraid of mud, and the prosperity will not change. Qin's offerings are small, and the recommendation of algae is only a small area.

Wan Li Lu Han Temple, ice jade pot. It's time for the king to enjoy a cool night.

On the moonlit night, I saw the cold dew on the leaves of buttonwood, and the dew on the leaves of Xiao Shutong. The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold.

The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads. The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight.

Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean. Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together.

One leaf fell in Licun, and all the other leaves fell. At this time, the scenery is bleak.

The painted building has a cold moon shadow and the west wind blows the curtain. Open the curtains and think about the past.

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

In the early autumn, Du Mu Du Lu wrote a question: Red leaves and Bai Juyi, the wind blows a leaf, and autumn has shocked everything. In October, the frost leaves are new.

Crying alone in a foreign land, worrying about guests every year. It seems that the fire can't burn out, and flowers don't wait for spring.

Don't leave where? When will it stop? Even rows of crimson accounts, throwing red scarves around. It is better to flow and be free.

There are only two people before the wind. The fallen leaves are less drunk, and the red leaves are easy to wake up in the early autumn and fall like guests.

Qiu Shu, who lives in the breeze, has been drinking for many years. If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.

Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring. One leaf fell on Bai Juyi, and the other leaf fell on Li Cun. The summer heat has not retreated, and the cool wind has started again.

When a leaf falls, the pearl foil falls. Cold and warm and ups and downs are the same.

At this time, the scenery is bleak. Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed.

The painted building has a cold moon shadow and the west wind blows the curtain. Don't say anything, shake it down, shake it down from here.

Open the curtains and think about the past. Sophora japonica leaves are cold soaked from Du Fu's tall and green Sophora japonica leaves, which are collected and sent to China kitchen.

The new noodles are close to the market, and the juice is mixed with me. If it is overcooked, there will be no trouble with adding vegetables.

Everything is fresh, and fragrant rice is a bud. Teeth are colder than snow, so people are advised to throw this pearl away.

I want to take the money to Tu Su. The road is far-sighted and afraid of mud, and the prosperity will not change.

Qin's offerings are small, and the recommendation of algae is only a small area. Wan Li Lu Han Temple, ice jade pot.

It's time for the king to enjoy a cool night. On the moonlit night, I saw the cold dew on the leaves of buttonwood, and the dew on the leaves of Xiao Shutong.

The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold. The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads.

The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight. Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean.

Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together. Li Qunyu's lotus root is jade in the mud, and its heart bears nectar.

It was planted in Tang Jun and buried in Ren Chunpu. Autumn, a poem for leaves, a poem for leaves, I met you when I passed by in autumn. I clearly remember that day, the huge sky was hidden behind the walnut forest, and countless injured pigeons were as silent as the wind. My mood is like an abandoned newspaper in the autumn wind, confusing the fallen leaves on the road. I don't understand why I want to see you. I once picked a green walnut in the summer rainstorm and swore that your youth died in the walnut forest. Life is like paper, years are like knives, and your heart is just a broken fruit. Now, when the leaves are withered, it is not summer. I can't make that green fruit mature, nor can I warm the cold memory. I decided to bear the pain or pleasure of youth alone, but you gently stuffed this walnut leaf into my hand. Your sadness and silence from the water town have hurt my seemingly strong heart more than once. On those nights with or without the moon, when your short hair caresses the autumn wind, fallen leaves, walnut branches and my hands, my painful eyes are full of tears. Your silent eyes breathe your silent worries silently. Your silent sigh, your silent footsteps are like fallen leaves, which fill my diary like ghosts under the streetlights when I wake up in the morning. I also told you that fate is a lost guitar, and I am just a wandering singer. I am covered in dust and exhausted, dreaming of ending this trekking leaf in a destructive way. I long for a bottomless fall. Quietly watching the snow-capped mountains and white clouds near a wild thistle growing independently, and finally stopping breathing leaves. Don't count the days that have passed when the walnut leaves fall. Please look up at the thin cold branches. You must understand that in this eventful autumn, when you are persistent and hopeless, you'd better choose to give up the hostel in early autumn. The wind blows a leaf and everything is in shock.