Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei
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 ci
Year: Tang 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.
Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear.
Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
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?
Autumn wind guide
Year: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.
Autumn serenade
Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei
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.
2. Poem 1 Describe the homesickness in autumn, "Silent Night Thinking"
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
2. "Rain"
Tang Bai Juyi
There are clouds and mist in Kesashg, and the mountains and rivers here are deep.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.
Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.
3. Homesickness
Don Boucher
People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
3. The poem "Mountain Residence in Autumn Night" describes the beautiful scenery of autumn in my hometown (Tang) Wang Wei.
After the rain, the empty mountain stands in the pine forest in the dusk moonlight, and the crystal stone flows in the stream.
Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home, and the lotus leaf gave in before the fishing boat. My friend's prince, spring has passed and you are still here. What does it matter? .
Appreciating the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival (Song) Su Shi
The evening clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
This life is not a good night. Where to see the bright moon next year?
Autumn nocturne (Tang) Wang Wei
Guipo was born with autumn dew, but Luo was so thin that he never changed his clothes.
Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go home.
Autumn Night (Tang) Du Mu
Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan at the firefly.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Midnight (Tang) Li Bai
A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating.
Autumn wind blows my heart, forever blowing to Yumen Pass.
Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! .
Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building (Tang) Li Bai
In a picturesque river, the mountain looks very clear, the rain catches the mirror, and the rainbow falls on the double bridge.
A cold orange pomelo and an old phoenix tree in autumn. Who goes to the north building, worship the breeze.
Night parking near Fengqiao (Tang)
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell rang and the passenger ship arrived.
Autumn Mountain (Song) Yang Wanli
Sapium Sebi frum was an old dyer all his life.
Mistake iron soap for scarlet.
Xiaofeng stole wine all night,
Loneliness hides drunkenness.
Su Mu (Song) Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky and yellow leaves.
The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water.
The grass is ruthless, and it is even more ruthless outside the sunset.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel.
Every night unless, good dreams make people unable to sleep.
The moon tower rests alone,
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Five Poems of Chang Xin Qiu Ci (Tang) by Wang Changling
The leaves of the golden well tree are yellow.
Beaded curtains don't roll frost at night.
Smoked jade pillow has no color,
Lie down and listen to the Nangong clear the leak.
Autumn Night (Song) Zhu
Sleepless nights, crisp autumn,
Candle flowers are often cut for the night.
The bed is cool and full of buttonwood trees.
The phoenix tree is absent, and the moon is bright.
Chrysanthemum (Tang) Huang Chao
Stay in Qiu Lai on September 8th, and I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The incense array pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers.
Titania Chrysanthemum (Tang) Huang Chao
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Beginning of autumn Liu Han
The crying of suckling ducks scattered on the jade screen, and there was a cool breeze.
There is nowhere to be found when I sleep, and my eyes are full of leaves and moonlight.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the vegetation turns yellow, and the geese return to the south —— Autumn Wind
The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky —— Preface to Wang Ge's Farewell Ceremony Deng Hongfu's Knee in Autumn.
Trees are all in autumn, and mountains and hills just fade-wild hope.
Bai Juyi in Ode to Mujiang
"A waning moon is spreading in the water,
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. "
Du Fu, up the hill
"In the wild wind in the vast sky, the ape is sobbing.
Birds fly over the clear lake and white sand beach and fly home.
Leaves fall like a waterfall,
When I watch the long river roll forward. "
Qiu Ci (Tang) Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.
I say autumn is better than spring,
In the clear sky, a crane is walking among the clouds.
It brought poetry to Bixiao.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and old roads and thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Mountain (Tang) Du Mu
Far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
4. Du Mu, an ancient poem about autumn or homesickness-hiking
Winding along the rocky path in Lengshan Town.
A home uncovered in floating white clouds
Parking LAM Raymond likes to sit up late.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Zhang Ji-Night parking near Fengqiao
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.
Bai Juyi-Pipa Hang
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
And she has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary. Around the cabin, the moon and the river are cold.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Meng Haoran —— Reading Zhang Qiu Deng Lan Shan
On the north peak in the white clouds,
You have found your quiet place.
Try to climb the other side of the mountain,
If the heart flies, the bird dies.
A quiet evening may seem a little sad,
If the weather is not so cool and sunny this autumn.
I looked at the river bank and the villagers who went home.
Rest on the beach until the ferry comes back.
There are trees on the horizon, like a row of grass.
Ships are like the moon by the river.
I hope you can come to see me and bring a basket of wine.
* * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.
"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.
Military commander's view of climbing the mountain in autumn in Liu Changqing Temple
Gutai is always homesick in autumn. There are few people in the wild temple, and Yunfeng is separated by water depth.
The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.
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?
5. Modern Poetry in Autumn in Hometown The autumn sky in my hometown is so high and still blue, Yun Lan is so light and still white, and the road in my hometown is so tortuous and endless. I still miss autumn in my hometown. Golden rice fields are carpets in my memory. Red sorghum stands on the edge of the rice field. I broke a sorghum stalk and sucked up my childhood with my mouth. The rustling autumn wind in Shan Ye called me and the old cow to carry a sweet potato and dragged it back. I patted the sweet potato and nagged you. The sun is setting and the smoke is hazy. The cotton on the threshing floor is piled up like a mountain. I plunged into the cotton pile. I don't know how many times my mother paged me. I stubbornly slept until the moonlight, and I didn't open my eyes. I have a bowl of rice in my hand. It is a popular supper for the production team in the 1970s, and it is also a supper for the male workers of the production team. My father's delicious food has been away from home for ten years I still remember this unforgettable autumn and the supper in my hometown! Autumn in my hometown is so beautiful, just like a married bride smearing thick and elegant pastel water on the pond and smiling happily. Lively rainbow trout quickly ran into the pocket with mesh, and pieces of fresh lotus roots washed their faces in clear water. Clouds that show off cleanliness all day long never dare to show white sorghum in front of them, like a drunken red-faced man. Persimmons hanging on branches are orange. People in my hometown play the white-bellied Baotou to make a bumper harvest laugh. The voice flew out of the autumn when I was pregnant with my hometown (introduction). The autumn in my hometown buried the bones of countless people. The sun is still rising, the moon is still setting, and the crops are still growing. For me, everything is still the same ... Grandpa left that day and grew up, and I lost the last tear in my life. When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, those who died in Qiu Lai in spring were buried in the loess. Bury yourself in the loess. Grandpa gritted his teeth, dug out food from the soil and stuffed it into our stomachs to satisfy our hunger. Hungry children grow up day by day. On the day grandpa left, we stood in his wheat field and wept silently. On a dark rainy night, the hungry father went to a distant place. It was another dark rainy night, and his father came back with a bag of soybeans, which was full of our hopes. The torch was lost by his father, and we were on the way to find it with food. However, they lost their torches, and the bright villagers continued to dig loess to bury their bones. Thunder swept across the sky and the earth began to tremble. Rows of trees collapsed, crushing the kindness of farmers. Time mercilessly drives the farmer's son to grow up hard. Their parents' shoulders were bent by that bag of soybeans, and their backs were not straight. The fields in their hometown are covered with heavy ears of wheat. They were dressed in golden clothes and sang a harvest song together. I know that the golden color surging on the screen is the cheap sweat of our ancestors before their death. Now is the mature season of autumn. Grandparents are old and dead, and the rest have no strength to appreciate the flowers that bloom for them. We have nothing to do. We have no hoes on our shoulders and no cocoons on our hands. Sitting in the autumn field, we enjoy the harvest and feel comfortable. I saw that the soil was full of the mocking poem "Leaves". On the day when autumn comes, the branches abandon their leaves or feel at ease. The leaves betrayed the branches and fell to the roadside, becoming a corpse and being trampled by strangers. Autumn is a strange season. In addition to harvest, there are dead smoke, firewood and leaves, branches, sunset clouds and clouds. I left my hometown and withered. Life or death, or destiny takes a hand? A civilized machine outside the window of Dusk broke my dream. I saw my childhood figure cut into pieces by a fashionable sword and floating in the empty morning. The messenger of civilization took the drawings and crushed the paper airplane sickle my father gave me over the bulldozer, which was erased by the years. Hanging on the wall, grandpa's wheat field grew old in despair and became a shiny asphalt road. The crow left the crops and flew to the horizon. Dew sang a black elegy for the crops. I smell the dark rain in autumn. It's like a tear that will soon dry up. I am standing alone in my hometown in autumn, and every inch of my nerves are resisting the footsteps of winter. The harvest of wheat is embedded in the historical picture. The ears of wheat only sway in memory, and grandpa left his ears of wheat. Dad Tian left, leaving me, my dear hometown. One day, I left. Who will stand in front of you and sing loudly for you and dress you? I am standing alone in the autumn evening breeze in my hometown. Which old hands lit the autumn fireworks and which route called me to see autumn again?
6. Sentence describing hometown autumn scenery 1. As soon as the autumn wind blows, the leaves on the tree slowly fall to the ground like butterflies, laying a golden carpet on the ground.
2. The trees in the forest are really nice! There are yellow leaves, red leaves and green leaves. These trees are flying in the air like butterflies.
When Miss Qiu came to the park, she awakened osmanthus and autumn chrysanthemum. The fragrance of osmanthus makes passers-by stop going back and forth, and the beauty of autumn chrysanthemum makes everyone intoxicated.
The grass on the playground is not as green as it is in spring, but all yellow. Look at it from a distance with your head pulled.
After the autumn rain, all the fruits in the orchard wore pearl necklaces. Shake the branches by hand and the pearl necklace will fall off.
7. Poems about hometown: When the moon rises from the sea, the horizon is * * * (Zhang Jiuling), "I miss my relatives at every festival" (Wang Wei), "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking back, I suddenly thought of home" (Li Bai), "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is!" (Du Fu) "When will the bright moon shine on me when the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan" (Wang Anshi) "At that time, the bright moon was there, and I did.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. The loving mother recited the thread in her hand and made clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Every tree in Hanyang of the Yellow Crane Tower becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Poems of missing 1. It's ringing, ask for its friendly voice -> 2. Give me a peach and a plum -> 3. Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan. Since we know each other, why do we have to be blind? -Han Yuefu folk songs > 5. Husband yearns for the four seas and Wan Li is his neighbor-the Three Kingdoms. Cao Wei Zhi > 6. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor-Don Wang Bo > 7. Not far from knowing each other, Wan Li is still a neighbor-Don Zhang Jiuling > 8. Young people are willing to learn new things, but they are old friends when they are dying-Don Han Yu > 9. Friendship with Wen Chang and Neighboring with Germany-Tang Zuyong > 10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Bai Juyi > 1 1. Make friends at the end of life, not for ups and downs-Tang Helan enters the Ming Dynasty > 12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why should we tune together first? -Tang Du Fu >; 13. Friends who paint must be light, and mountains are like paper, but they don't like peace —— Qing Weng Zhao "The sea rises from the moon, and at this time the horizon is * * *" (Zhang Jiuling), "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" (Wang Wei), "Looking up, I found that the moonlight sank back, and I suddenly thought of home" (Li Bai) "He knew that the dew would frost tonight. (Du Fu) "Jiang Nanan Spring Breeze is Green, When Will the Moon Shine on Me" (Wang Anshi) "At that time, the moon was there, and I used to return as a colorful cloud" (Wang Anshi) When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'll be too high to stand the cold. Dance to see what the shadow on the earth looks like.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.