There are too many faces in autumn. You in autumn, come and read autumn in poetry and feel the unique beauty of autumn.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Ma Zhiyuan
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
A fallen leaf shows the color of autumn; A season has passed. The scenery of withered vines, old trees and crows described in the lyrics and songs is not novel, but it constitutes a perfect picture of late autumn, which integrates people's scenery and heart. Refined artistic expression not only expresses their feelings, but also causes readers to sing.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.
My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
What's the point of getting wet all night?
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains.
Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
In the first half of the reality, the autumn wind roared, the wind and rain mixed, and the chill hit people. I am old and weak, but I don't have a complete hut to keep myself warm from the rain. The cloth I have used for many years is like a cold iron. It's raining heavily outside, and it's raining in Mao Mao indoors. There is no dry place to stay indoors.
In the last film, I suddenly came to a different place, pushed myself and others with my personal experience, pushed my work to a new height, put aside my hardships and imagined a vast mansion that sheltered the poor in the world. This unrealistic fantasy is based on the poet's idea of taking the country as the country and drowning in hunger; The broad-minded performance makes the work exude a positive romantic atmosphere.
The pride of Qiu Si fishermen
fan zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.