Introduction: Ancient poetry is a general term for ancient China poetry, which refers to China's poetry works before 184 in time. From the metrical point of view, ancient poetry can be divided into ancient poetry and modern poetry. Below I will share with you some poems about autumn for your reference.
Poems about Autumn (I)
Mid-Autumn Moon Song Sushi
The twilight clouds are all over the place, and the silver and the Chinese turn to the jade plate silently. This life is not a good night, where to see the bright moon next year.
In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's rain color was cold in Qiu Lai, and the wind was strict and clear. You are aloof and noble and noble prosecutor, the figure is natural and unrestrained, there is the air of immortality.
I am grateful all my life, and loyalty is not a bonus. Recently, a disaster has been repeatedly, the wrath of the people, the past cause such as the disappearance of water.
There are strong men in Chubang, and they have swept through the land. Shen baoxu wept seven days and seven nights in qinting, and the eyes wept with blood, and finally won the support of the state of Qin, and came back to save Chu.
it's humiliating to flog the corpse, and it's rude in class. This is the same as some people today, ningchen zeizi Framed Zhongliang.
there's a water gap between us, so why should taxes go to martingale? Can only listen to the sad ape day and night, and meet you in the dream night.
Mid-Autumn Moon Tang Bai Juyi
Wan Li's beauty is incredible, adding sorrow and benefiting hatred around the world. Who has been 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 for the night, but not when the veteran went upstairs. According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Li Bai
a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding. The autumn wind blows the sound of Daoyi, every family remembers the people who guard the frontier.
oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!.
Poetry about Autumn (II)
on Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autumn to Zhang Tang Menghao
on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace. And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.
the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear. Visitors to the village on the hill, walk through the beach and sit at the ferry rest and rest.
there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.
"Autumn Nightingale" Tang Wangwei
Guipo was born with a slight autumn dew, but he was thin and didn't change clothes. The long night of the long night full of deep feeling silver Toggle, fear jealously guarding the empty room, can not bear to go to sleep.
"Autumn Evening" Tang Du Mu
Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle and a small fan flapping at fireflies. The night in day order is as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and the weaver star.
Deng Du Fu, in a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering, birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand. The endless trees rustle the fallen leaves, the Yangtze river is not expected to roll in the Pentium.
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone. After going through hardships and bitter hatred, the white hair was full of hair, and the waning of the wine glass cup was suspended.
"Looking at Qinchuan" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Qi
Qinchuan looked at him, and the sunrise was at the east peak. The weather is clear, the mountains and waters in the distance clear and clean, can be seen clearly; The city of Chang' an twists and turns, piled upon one another.
Autumn sounds like bamboo trees, and cool colour Wuling pine trees. I have to go to sigh, here frost cold dew, or go back.
Poems about Autumn (III)
"A Song of Yan" Wei and Jin Dynasties Cao Pi
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the plants are shaken and exposed to frost. The group of Yan resigned to Gunanxiang, thinking about the gentleman and the guest.
I miss my hometown, and you sent it to stay for a long time. My humble concubine keeps her room alone, but she is afraid to forget when she is worried about you.
She doesn't feel her clothes in tears. A short song can't be long. The bright moon shines on my bed, and
the stars and the Hans flow west to night is still young. Cowherd and Weaver Girl look at each other from a distance, and you are alone in limiting the river beam.
"Reward Liu Chai Sang" Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Being poor and living alone, he forgot to travel around. Open courtyard more leaves, sad people know to autumn.
the new sunflower is rich in the north, and the good one raises the southern domain. If I can't do this now, I wonder if I am still a year old?
the life room is weak with children, and it is a good day to travel far.
an autumn evening in the mountains Tang Wangwei
after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.
Autumn in Song Zhiwen, Tang Dynasty, Guilin has different scenery, and autumn is like Luoyangchun. It's fine in the evening, and I'm clearly worried about killing people.
juanyun mountain corner, gravel water phosphorus. The world is yellow and old, and the wonderful years are lonely and secluded.
I can't live in the sea.
a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty
the mountains are cold and blue now, and the autumn waters have run all day. By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.
Sunset sets over the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses. Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?.
Poems about Autumn (IV)
Autumn Boarding the North Building of Xie Tiao in Xuancheng Tang Libai
In the picturesque Jiangcheng, the mountains are overlooking the clear sky. Rain caught the mirror, double bridge fell the rainbow.
the orange pomelo is sparsely populated, and the old phoenix tree is autumn. In addition to me, who will think of the Xie tiao north tower, to meet the autumn wind, miss Xie?
a night-mooring on the jiande river Tang Meng Haoran
while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin. The boundless expanse of the wilderness was still deeper than the trees, and the moon was close to the moon.
"In the Mountains" Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty
White stones appeared in Jingxi, and the red leaves were sparse in cold weather. There was no rain on the winding mountain road, but the smoke was misty in the thick green pines, and the water vapor was heavy, as if to flow, then the clothes of the passers - by.
. You have a beautiful orchid, a beautiful chrysanthemum, and a beautiful woman. You can't forget it.
The pontoon boats help the Fenhe River, and the waves flow in the horizontal direction. The flute and drum are singing and singing, and there are many joys and sorrows.
Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty
The phoenix tree in Jinjing is yellow in autumn leaves, and the bead curtain does not roll the frost at night. The golden furnace jade pillow has no color, and it is long to lie down and listen to the Nangong.
I'm offering a broom to open the Golden Temple, and I'm sending back the Tuan Fan for the time being. The beautiful face is not as beautiful as the crow, it can also bring the shadow of the temple of zhaoyang.
In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai
In the picturesque Jiangcheng, the mountains look at the clear sky. Between the two rivers, a lake of lake like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river seem like a rainbow falling from the sky.
the orange pomelo is sparsely populated, and the old phoenix tree is autumn. In addition to me, who will think of the Xie tiao north tower, to meet the autumn wind, miss Xie?