Three or four modern poems about fallen leaves

1. Modern deciduous poetry: the index finger of deciduous leaves

I picked up a fallen leaf.

Study zhidao thoughtfully and carefully.

The wrinkles on the dead leaves are deep.

The lines on my back are like blue veins.

There are no gold and brilliant colors.

It's just a gray face in Zhang Qing.

It used to be so plump and bright.

The dark green leaves are shining with hope.

This storm has its heated debates.

This kind of mask is comfortable and cool in the hot sun.

Now, driven by the cold current of fate,

Like an old busker.

Curled up in the street

Trembling bass singing

A dead leaf that no one understands.

It turned out that my heart was lost.

2. Modern deciduous poetry pursues the lost leaves.

Beautiful leaves whirled past in the air.

As arrogant as you walked by;

Beautiful and unforgettable songs, never to be heard again;

The feeling that made me cry disappeared.

My hard work left me painfully.

There are no more leaves in the sky,

Just like you never walked by me again.

Big tree, big tree,

Why don't you give me another leaf,

Why do you keep all the leaves for yourself?

Make the sky less brilliant.

Exciting,

An unforgettable day.

Go, go

No longer want to have, no longer want to lose,

Let time pass in a hurry;

Go, go

No more sadness, no more tears,

The beautiful leaves are gone;

Go, go

A grain of sand in the world,

Can you have eternity?

I wrote it myself to express my nostalgia for the good old days.

3. Modern poems describing autumn, with three sections and about four songs each, require self-creation, and even the pigeon whistle sounds very mature.

In the past, rainy and noisy summers.

Don't think about that severe and sultry exam any more.

Detail memory in dangerous swimming.

After breaking ground in the bud of spring,

Twisting and damage in bud growth,

These branches are also growing wildly in the hot sun.

I almost got lost on a rainy night.

Now, there is not a cloud in the plain sky.

The mountains and rivers are bright and clean, and the vision is exceptionally broad;

The season of wisdom and emotional maturity,

The river also seems to come from a deeper source.

Turbulence is fermented,

Brewing transparent wine in the valley;

What autumn is blowing? An intoxicating smell.

Autumn flowers and autumn leaves have been dyed deep.

4. Modern poems describing fallen leaves begin from the autumn at the end of the century to the autumn at the beginning of the century.

Its fallen leaves. Life is about echoing and leaving.

In the fallen leaves of the branches

Tremble.

Seeds that have not been buried are blooming and bearing fruit.

Autumn is here, autumn is here.

Let me take all the fallen leaves.

Give autumn wings, give autumn the sound of flying.

Fruit landing

It is the burial of seeds.

I heard the coconut fall to the ground.

Hear the sound of litchi falling to the ground

The breath of life: ten thousand waters in Qian Shan and ten thousand waters in Qian Shan. ...

Did you go all autumn, or did you go all autumn?

Blood, the dawn and darkness of the new century

We heard the call from the primitive power

5. Poem about Autumn Leaves 1, Leaves in Tang Dynasty: Kong Shaoan's early autumn leaves fell like a guest.

If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest. Autumn comes early and leaves fall, which is frightening; The feeling of dying is like the experience of this distant guest.

Leaves flying around, as if unwilling to fall to the ground; Still saying I can't bear to leave this forest. 2, 357 words/autumn wind words Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the leaves gather and disperse, and the western Western jackdaw is shocked.

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. When the leaves in the wind gather and disperse, the western Western jackdaw has already inhabited and was awakened by the bright moon.

Friends are looking forward to meeting each other, but I don't know when, at this time, on such a night, the dream of lovesickness is hard to come true. 3. Water dragons and fallen leaves in the Song Dynasty: Wang Yi and Sun Chu lived in the green forest and looked forward to the desolation of their old country.

Rustling gradually accumulates, still falling, and the door is bleak and sad. The Weihe River is windy, the Dongting waves rise, and several autumn rafts are counted.

To do it halfway, a thousand peaks come out of the mountain, and no one reaches halfway up the mountain. The topic in front is red.

Back to the palace ditch undercurrent empty. I never stopped crying. Hong Fei wanted to go over, so I hugged it at this time.

How many people are worried when shadows turn over windows and bricks are knocked with broken voices. Look at my Lu, I should only tonight, who will sweep the court.

The morning frost has just attached to the green forest, and the old country has long been a desolate scene in the field of vision. The leaves on the ground are gradually accumulating, and the leaves on the trees want to fall. The door is deserted and the path is quiet.

Autumn wind rises in Weishui, and Dongting Lake is choppy, with several degrees of late autumn. I think the overlapping mountains are all leaves, and the thousand peaks are all dead trees. No one can reach the road on the mountain.

Once upon a time, the red topic was no longer goodbye, but went to the official ditch, and the undercurrent was empty. The cicada hasn't stopped crowing, and the swan goose wants to go over. At this time, the hug is sad.

The leaves fell on the window in disorder, and the leaves fell on the steps to make a sound. How many people are sad. Look where my home is.

Just tonight, who will clean the fallen leaves in the courtyard? 4. Living in Bashangqiu in Tang Dynasty: After the shower in Bashang, Ma Dai, I saw the sunset glow of a row of geese.

Facing the trees and leaves of other countries, I am lonely in the cold night. The Millennium falls frequently in the empty garden, and only Singles and Yu Ye are neighbors.

I have been lying alone for a long time. When can I devote myself to my country? The autumn rain in Bayuan has just begun to settle. In the evening, I saw geese flying south.

Facing the fallen leaves of trees in other places, I was alone in the cold night. The empty garden is full of dew, and the single-family house is only the neighbor of the wild monk.

I have lived in a desolate suburb for a long time. When can I devote myself to my country? 5. Beiqingluo Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin, where the sun has set in the western hills, found a monk in his little hut. But only the fallen leaves were at home, and I walked through the chilling clouds.

I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane. In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? .

At sunset, I went to the hut to visit the lonely monk. Leaves are falling all over the floor, where is the monk? It is cold and cloudy all over the mountain. How long does it take to walk by mountain road? On the first night, I only heard him knocking on the rock and leaning leisurely against a green vine.

The whole world is in the dust. Why should I have love and hate? Extended data:

1, appreciation of fallen leaves This poem laments life experiences with fallen leaves as the theme, closely linking fallen leaves with pen and ink, making the scene vivid and natural. The first sentence uses the image of falling leaves to shock the autumn, which is a metaphor for the poet's situation after his home country was destroyed.

The word "made" at the beginning of this poem gives readers a hint that the good times will not last long. This word "guest" reminds us of Li Yu's "I don't know the guest in my dream" in the southern Tang Dynasty. Although Kong Shaoan and Li Yu are nearly 400 years apart, their status and circumstances are not exactly the same, but their sense of drift is similar.

In the last two sentences, the poet misses his old country. It still uses the bi xing technique and follows the fallen leaves to write.

The word "roar" aptly describes the poet's inner turmoil and involuntary expression. Through clever metaphor and personification, the whole poem describes the homesickness of wanderers caused by fallen leaves in autumn, which surprises them in early autumn and makes them fall like guests, frightened and surprised.

Guest, wandering in a foreign land. 2. Appreciation of "Three Five Seven Words" and "Autumn Wind Poetry" This poem was written in the late autumn night. The poet saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and Western jackdaw in the west perched on a deciduous tree. Perhaps at this time, the poet is missing an old lover. This situation makes the poet sad and helpless.

This is a typical sad autumn work. Autumn wind, autumn moon, fallen leaves and Western jackdaw in the west set off a sad atmosphere. The poet's fantastic imagination and perfect portrayal of his own heart make the whole poem sad and moving. 3, waterspout leaves to enjoy the weather in late autumn, first frost began, the vegetation fell yellow.

In many literati's works, fallen leaves coexist with time-shifting things and prosperity, so when you see fallen leaves, you are sad for autumn, because you are hurt by being sad for autumn. Through the description of this realm, it shows the poet's depressed and desolate situation in the late Southern Song Dynasty.

The first part is about the bleak scene of "looking at the old country" in late autumn. "Xiao Shuang Begins in a Green Forest" has beautiful scenery, concise pen and clear outline.

The author inadvertently described the natural scenery: the frost in Chen Chong covered the lush trees in the past. Because of this scene, the poet felt a sad feeling in his heart.

"I hope the old country will be bleak early", and I have infinite worries, which I can't hide. The word "the old country is desolate and early" uses the bleak scene of nature in early autumn to write dynasty changes. This scene not only refers to natural scenes, but also includes social scenes. This is the first floor.

The bleak scene should reflect the poet's melancholy, which is the second layer. This word is like reciting fallen leaves. In fact, it is used to express the thoughts of the old country in the heart, and also to convey the feelings of one's life experience.

In order to put Desolation into practice, the last film used several allusions related to fallen leaves, making the text simple but profound and rich. "Rustling gradually accumulates" here refers to fallen leaves, but it is actually a poem by Du Fu that "leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall" ("Up the Mountain").

"Falling in succession" is similar to the sentence of "falling leaves and fragrant bricks" in Fan Zhongyan's Qiu Si. Wei Shui Sheng Feng uses Jia Dao's poem "Autumn wind blows Wei Shui, and leaves fall all over Chang 'an" (Poem of Wu Chu on Jiang Yi).

"Dongting Waves Rise" borrows the poem of Qu Yuan, "Autumn wind is curling, Dongting waves are under the leaves" (Mrs. Xiang). The reason why these allusions are independent is that they are closely connected with fallen leaves and have no sense of detachment, which complements the previous sentence "The old country is desolate and early".

Next, I took a big turn and took "Xiang" as the leading word, which led to the following four sentences of "advocating elegance" "Halfway" is because of the accumulation of fallen leaves.

"Nobody arrived" is the fallen leaves blocking the trip. These four sentences go further in meaning and play a connecting role.

6. Poetry 1 About fallen leaves, the drooping leaves of a foreign tree, the cold light of a lantern, being lonely at night. —— Excerpted from "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam" by Ma Dai in the Tang Dynasty.

Facing the fallen leaves of trees in other places, I was alone in the cold night.

2. Fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is startled. -From "357 Sentences/Autumn Wind Poems" by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

The leaves in the wind gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west has lived, but it is awakened by the bright moon.

3. But only the fallen leaves were at home, and I walked through the chilling clouds. -from the Tang Dynasty Li Shangyin's "northern green radish"

The leaves fell all over the floor. Where is the monk? It is cold and cloudy all over the mountain. How long does it take to walk by mountain road?

Step 4: Falling leaves

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

The green direction is uneven, and the first red color overlaps.

The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree.

The fallen leaves are arranged irregularly, and the reddish leaves are layered. The yard has just started cleaning, and scattered leaves surround the trees.

5. fallen leaves

Tang Dynasty: Kong Shaoan

Leaves fall in early autumn, such as guests.

If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.

Autumn comes early and leaves fall, which is frightening; The feeling of dying is like the experience of this distant guest. Leaves flying around, as if unwilling to fall to the ground; Still saying I can't bear to leave this forest.

7. A modern poem describing fallen leaves. Cambridge's long poem Breath of Life begins with the first part describing fallen leaves: the symmetry of breathing and sucking. Who shouted out the disaster of fallen leaves first? Here we go. -Inscription word order: Poet: (1) Autumn at the end of the century, leaves began to fall at the beginning of the century.

Life reverberates and trembles in the fallen leaves leaving the branches. The seeds that have not been buried, the seeds that are blooming, and the seeds that have already borne fruit are all autumn, and autumn has arrived.

Let me carry all the fallen leaves, put wings on autumn, and give autumn a landing. The landing of flying fruits is the landing of seeds. I heard the sound of coconut and litchi falling to the ground. The breath of life: Qianshan, Qianshan, Wanshui ... Did you go all over the autumn, or did autumn go all over your blood? In the dawn and darkness of the new century, we heard the call from the primitive power.