Liu Xingyuan
That leaf
The lines are clearly carved.
Five thousand years of human civilization
That leaf
What is precipitated is a language that is difficult to decipher.
That leaf
Deduced the romance of ancient and modern times, and the world was cold.
Although a little old
But there is no shortage.
Tian di Fang Hua
Essence of the sun and moon
Listen to the flute quietly on a moonlit night
It seems to be back to the ancient times of Chibi.
A leaf and a love.
According to records, 5,000 years of civilization
Precipitated the prosperous Tang dynasty
The submerged right path in the world
Feel the vicissitudes of life
Konge Caballe
Look at Gan Kun silently.
It's a mess, drunk and hazy
On the clear water
Withered leaves
Float to me alone
Died sadly with the water.
canthus
I don't know when.
Drop a clear tear
Just landed on a leaf.
to dry one's eyes
With leaves
Fly to the ends of the earth
Eventually the leaves will fall back to the roots.
2. What are the modern poems describing leaves?
1. The sound of a leaf, the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of my dream. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Water Fairy Night Rain
2. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night. _ _ _ _ Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on Bashang"
Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain
4. The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moves the guests. _ _ _ _ Ye Shaoweng's Night Book
5. Who wants the west wind to be cool alone, and the yellow leaves close the window and reminisce about the sunset? _ _ _ _ Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone?"
6. Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan. What is the lotus leaf? _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Jiangnan"
7. The lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors. _ _ _ _ Yang Wanli "Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
8. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. _ _ _ _ Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
9. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. _ _ _ _ Mutu's Mountain Road
10. It rains in the middle of the night, and the leaves sound goodbye. _ _ _ _ Zhou Zizhi's partridge day, when a little residual red is about to run out.
1 1. Lotus leaves hate being born in spring, and they hate being born in autumn when they are dry. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin travels alone in Qujiang in late autumn.
12. Tall buildings yearn for dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves of airplanes. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Walking on the Shahe River, There is no wave in the blue sea"
13. One night, the sound of rain turned into a dream, and Qiu Lai was sent to the lotus leaf. _ _ _ _ Chen Wenshu's summer poems
14. On the leaves, Chuyang is dry and rainy, and the water surface is clear and round. _ _ _ _ Zhou Bangyan Su Muzhe Liao Chenxiang
15. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. _ _ _ _ He's Willow Poems
16. The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers. _ _ _ _ Liu Zongyuan's "Liuzhou Ficus leaves fall in February"
reference data
Ancient Poetry Network: gushiwn.org
3. Idioms and idioms about leaves in ancient poems and modern poems: crisp autumn, bleak autumn wind and pleasant autumn colors. Quite critical, spring ploughing and autumn harvest, Chunlan Qiuju, spring flowers and autumn moon are pleasant, autumn wind is bleak, autumn rain is deep, autumn orchid is fragrant, autumn wind is over the ear, Feng Dan welcomes autumn, LAM Raymond is like fire, and autumn wind blows gently.
Ancient poems and famous sentences describing autumn
Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves.
Curly wind: describes the breeze blowing. Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the north of Hunan Province. Waves: microwave flooding. Muye: Yellow leaves.
Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang" in Chu Ci of Warring States Period
Sad autumn is angry! Bleak, vegetation withers and decays. Travel far, and return to the mountains near the water.
Desolate: loneliness and depression. Liao Li: Desolate. If you travel far away: It seems that people travel far away.
Nine Debates on Chu and Song Yu in Warring States Period
The autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants and trees fall yellow, and the geese return to the south.
Che's autumn wind poem
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is shaken and exposed to frost.
Song of Yan comes from Cao Wei Pi in The History of the Three Kingdoms.
There are many fallen leaves in Lu Ting, so I know it's autumn.
Green court: green fragrant courtyard.
Tao Jin Yuanming's Reward to Liu Chaisang
In the new autumn, the elegant moon will be round.
Jump: describe the length of the night. Tingting: It's far away.
Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen"
The lotus is exposed, and the willow is sparse in the moon.
Lotus: Lotus.
Xiao Qi Yan's Qiu Si in the Southern Dynasties
The cold city wants to overlook, and Pingchu is bleak.
Cold city: The cold has invaded the city. Look: Look into the distance. Pingchu: Ye Ping. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation. Write two sentences about the scene of early autumn.
Looking at Xuancheng County in Southern Dynasties
The leaves under the pavilion are high, and it is the first autumn in Gansu.
Gao Ting: The water is flat. Konoha: Leaves. Dragon Head: The mountain name is between Shaanxi and Gansu today.
Yi Dao Poems of Liang and Liu Hun in Southern Dynasties
Grass is low, golden city is foggy, and Yumen is under the wind.
Grass is low: hay withers. Under the tree: leaves are falling. Jincheng: the name of an ancient county, between Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu. Write two sentences about the cold autumn scenery in the northwest.
The uniqueness of clouds in the southern dynasties
Trees and trees sing in autumn, and the colors of mountains and mountains are very cold.
Autumn sound: in autumn, the west wind works, the vegetation is scattered and it is chilly.
Epitaph of Lady Brugu, Duke of Zhouqiaocheng, Yuxin, Northern Zhou Dynasty
In September, the sequence belongs to Sanqiu.
V: auxiliary words are meaningless. Foreword: season.
Tang, Preface to the Autumn Knee King Pavilion.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
Raccoon: Bird name, wild duck. Qi Fei: The sun sets from the sky, and I am lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei. A color: the water in autumn is blue, and the sky is blue, reflecting the water and forming a color.
Tang, Preface to the Autumn Knee King Pavilion.
Trees are all autumn, and mountains only have light.
Don Wang Ji's Wild Hope
Hanging forest scenery is different, and autumn is like Luoyangchun.
Tang Song Wen Zhi "Autumn in the Early Years of Anchou".
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
Ripple: the sound of running water.
I wrote a letter to Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.
The white stone in the west of Beijing is cold and the red leaves are thin
These two sentences describe the scenery in late autumn: streams dripping, white dew and red leaves falling, and there is not much left.
Wei's Two Poems of Magpie Criing in the Mountain
Autumn sounds like bamboo, and cool colors like Wuling pine.
Tang "Looking at Qinchuan"
The golden well phoenix tree has yellow autumn leaves, and the bead curtain does not roll frost at night.
Tang Wang Changling's "Long Letter in Autumn" includes five poems: "Golden well, phoenix tree, yellow autumn leaves, and the bead curtain does not roll frost at night. The smoked jade pillow has no color, and you can listen to the Nangong for a long time. "
4. There are poems about leaves. I wonder who cut the thin leaves of modern literature. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Dream of spring
Su Shuyang
At dawn, there are snow flowers floating outside the window, quietly, quietly ... Ah, what a dream messenger. Suddenly, a few lines came to mind: shiny snowflakes, soft and crystal clear.
Every work has a sweet dream.
Let the branches see the new green,
Let the street see the shadows.
Oh, on this snowy morning,
I suddenly smelled the scent of lilacs,
Hear bees singing. ...
Is spring lovely? Especially here, it is as short as the life of a ephemera, and only a moment is a hot summer day.
Is spring worth nostalgia? Especially here, there are often sandstorms all over the sky, drying the juice of your life.
But I still love her, like my favorite lover; I still pursue her obstinately, like pursuing a long-gone childhood.
Because even the shortest spring is still spring, you can see grass sprouting in the snow and buds spitting out from dead branches. You can see green, the most basic pigment of life; You can see bright red, which is the flame of hot blood. No color, no melody, no poetry, no dance, no movement, no everything! Spring adds color to the world.
No matter how cold spring is, it is still spring. As long as they can survive the sandstorm, people will always take off their thick coats, move their stiff bodies and awaken all kinds of pursuits that are sleeping in their souls. Spring gives hope to mankind.
Because of my longing and dream for spring, I have endured many cold winters.
One winter more than 30 years ago, it seemed much colder than now. I was a child then. But I think everything is hopeless. I once lamented in my composition that "life is like a dream". I was only ten years old. However, the spring breeze opened the door of the old capital and dispelled the fog in my heart. I am really like a grass with young buds, and a road covered with flowers unfolds in front of me. From then on, I know that spring and hope are together, and spring and warmth come together. Oh, I miss the spring of 1949, which gave happiness to our nation and all our descendants.
I still remember that severe winter twenty years later. In a desolate village outside the Great Wall, I received a revolutionary education of "reborn". I remember the red sorghum with ice ballast, the callous eyes of the farmers who shrugged their shoulders and arched their backs, and the earth holes sheltered from the wind under the sunny slopes. There, the dull-eyed farmers lit a wildfire for me with a small pile of dead leaves, which warmed my feet, warmed my heart and gave me a baked potato. There, I used to curl up to sleep and dream of spring; Gurgling water, swaying flowers. I dreamed of my wife's gentle arm and the smiling face of my newborn son. Relying on the dream of spring, I survived the years when my soul was trampled.
It's another spring. The land of the motherland was floated by tears, and people cried for the long sleep of a giant, as if he had taken away all the poor spring dreams in his heart. However, after all, spring has come, although it is late, although it is windy and dusty, although it is inevitable that the winter will remain cold. But it's spring after all.
There can be no spring on the earth, and there can be no dreams in life. I hope the spring breeze will blow the dream into everyone's heart.
We can't ask for spring, because spring is the product of winter. She has her mother's mark, but she is different from her mother. She is delicate, but she has a bright future. Every cell of her is a seed of hope. Severe winter is not severe winter. Therefore, human beings call on her and praise her.
Crystal snowflakes are swaddling for spring, and firecrackers are gestating spring. I look forward to spring in my dream, and I want to weave a new dream in spring.
Ah, spring in the motherland, spring in my hometown! Even if you are only a short moment, I am willing to pay my life for everything in the future that is condensed and contained in this moment.
Come on in spring!
5. Who gave a modern poem about leaves? Lonely leaves at night/Li Xia Shu people.
Leaves, the longer the greener, the longer the lonelier.
Flowers, gone, fell in droves, bringing reasons for tears.
Silent night, memories germinate, and last night's story grows. After a luxurious gentleness, tears condensed into diamonds, hanging on the white neck, shaking the cruel beauty.
Night breath spits sad memories into the wings of butterflies, crushing the causal relationship between seasonal cycles. The voice of flowers painted the mind into seven colorful strings, which touched the rising house prices like smoke and the falling love like running water, and touched the proposition of life and nutrition.
Loneliness is getting deeper and deeper. Leaves, waiting for a rain, brighten the confused eyes, soak the red flowers in spring, and make people feel refreshed for a lifetime.
The dream of the leaf is waiting for it gently, afraid that it will be broken and dare not touch it, hiding it in the most hidden corner. Leaves look at the wind, watching the clock swaying in the wind, counting the wounds of the sun, looking at the distance, waiting for the initial dream. When Ye's dream returned to its roots, he sat in front of the windowsill, covered his tears, looked at the pale sky outside and deeply repented of his season. What about the season when he dreams? When the leaves turned to Huang Shi, he painfully recalled the lost beauty. Who won't sympathize with him? When the leaves turn yellow, no one remembers their existence and disappearance. For everyone, it was just an abandoned ending. His mood is always at a loss. I am a leaf growing in China, and my love is very small. My love began to write the first green with crayons like a confused child. I thought it was mine. Life is thus decided. Maybe I don't know the principle of photosynthesis all my life, but my life now is more like an eye with a green eyelid closed. I began to look inside. I see blood vessels in my body. My veins are connected with my roots, no matter how far they are. If nothing happens, the nearest place to my roots will be my burial place. I closed my eyes and shook off the rain. Thank you for the rain. Thank you for bringing spring. I am a leaf growing in China.