Complete lyric poems about autumn 1. Complete Poems on Autumn
1, Gao Ting under the leaves, Yun Fei in the first autumn. -Liu's poem "Yi Dao Shi"
2. In the autumn of August, the wind roared, and my Sanhe grass was rolled up. -Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
3, hibiscus is exposed, and the willow is sparse in the middle of the month. -Qiu Si, Xiao Yan
4. Autumn leaves are yellow in Wu Tong, Jinjing, and the beaded curtain is not frosted at night. -Wang Changling's Five Poems of Long Letter and Autumn.
5, Huang Yun yellow birds are tall, and trees are cold in autumn. -Du Fu's Late Autumn, Changsha Cai Wufeng gave a royal banquet to send Liu Yin to join the army and return to Fengzhou Province.
6, the fisherman is still average, and the swallow flies in the clear autumn. -Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity
7, the new autumn night, the graceful moon will be round. -Tao Yuanming's "Fire in May and June"
8. The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, and the vegetation is shaking and revealing frost. -Three Kingdoms Wei Cao Pi Ge Yanxing
9. The lake is in harmony with the autumn moon, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. -Liu Yuxi's "Looking at Dongting"
10, the grass is low and the golden city is foggy, and the Yumen wind is under the wood. -Fan Yun's "Don't Poetry"
1 1, the rain path is green, and there are many red leaves in the frost garden. -Bai Juyi's Sima Zhai
12, since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. -Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems"
13, sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same. -Wang Bo's Preface to the Autumn Palace
14, silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. -Mutu's autumn night
15, I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I say it's a cool autumn. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall
16, accompanied by autumn geese and Changfeng, I faced them in this villa and drank my wine. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book"
17, since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. -Liu Yuxi's autumn poems
18, it's cool like water at night during the day, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. -Mutu's autumn night
19, stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
20. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither. -"Han Yuefu Long Songs"
2 1, the autumn sound of trees, the cool colors of mountains and mountains. -Yu Xin's Epitaph of Mrs. Zhou Qiaocheng's Gu Family.
22, hanging forest scenery is different, autumn is like Luoyangchun. -Song Wenzhi "beginning of autumn"
23, autumn bamboo, cool color Wuling pine. -Richie is watching Qinchuan.
24. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. -Du Fu's quatrains
25, the old vines are faint, and the bridges are flowing. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
26, the solution of three autumn leaves, can open February flowers. -Li Qiao "Wind"
27. Lu Ting has many fallen leaves and knows it is autumn. -Tao Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry"
28. In Bai Yunfei, the autumn wind starts, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. -Liu Che's Autumn Wind
29, the autumn wind bleak, Hongbo surges. -Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea
30. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng caught fire and slept. -Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.
3 1, I want to say that I'm still resting, but it's already cold and autumn. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road
32. The mountain is cold and blue now, and autumn water has flowed for a day. -Wang Wei's Letter to Pei Di from My Cabin in Wangchuan
33. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? What do you know about the past? -Li Yu's Young Beauty
34, people cold orange pomelo, autumn old phoenix tree. -Li Bai's "Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building"
35, Jingxi Baishi, cold red leaves are thin. -Wang Wei's Two Missing Poems in the Mountain
36. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. -Li Shen's "Compassion for Farmers"
37. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. ()-Li Shangyin's Love in Luoting, Salute to Cui Zhou.
38. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither. -"Yuefu Poems and Long Songs"
39. When the cold city looks down, Pingchu is pale. -Xie Tiao's "Looking at Xuancheng County"
40. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? -South Li Yu's Yu Meiren
4 1, the trees are all autumn, and the mountains only have light. -Wang Ji's Wild Hope
42. When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pond. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
43, autumn is not far away, it is cold to go out. -Li Bai's "Gift to Lu Hu Si"
44. The south is a wilderness, because the leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold. -Meng Haoran's "Early Cold Jiang Huai"
45, when the dimension in September, belongs to the Sanqiu sequence. -Wang Bo's Preface to the Autumn Palace
46. The color of rain in Qiu Lai is cold, and the wind is cool and clear. -Li Bai's "Reward in the Rain"
47. The cold pool reflects Bai Yue, and the autumn rain grows moss. -Liu Changqing's "You Xiu Zen Master Shuangfeng Temple"
48. When you ask about the untimely return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
2. Who knows autumn lyrics?
Half the river rustles and half the river is red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. On September 8 in Qiu Lai, my flowers were white; Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
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.
It's hard to grow a butterfly full of cold flowers, fragrance and fragrance. I want to open a peach blossom, when the leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and when I watch the long river rolling to Di Qing in the coming year. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
The fisherman proudly gave Qiu Lai different scenery, and Hengyang Goose was able to shrug off it. 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 didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow. Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
Su Muzhe Fan Biyuntian, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
The butterfly is in love with flowers, and the chrysanthemum is worried about smoke and blue tears, and the curtains are light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
Yulin Ridge is chilly, Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I am speechless! Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
Where did you wake up from drinking tonight? There is a breeze on the bank of willow. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? Autumn is getting late, and the water is singing, and the frost is reporting yellow flowers. The small window and the low door are deeply hidden in the chrysanthemum bushes, and the path twists and turns upwards and twists and turns.
Ask the public what's on his mind, sit and watch as time goes by and his hair turns gray. Walking around Taihu Lake, the sky is clear, and the lake reflects bright rosy clouds.
Miss the past, wander, wander to the ends of the earth, but get nothing. Sweep again after returning three paths, and Matsuzaka will come to my house.
But I hate the sad autumn wind that comes from time to time. The wild geese fly slowly in the clouds, and the sadness of the nomadic flute and the melodious sound of horseshoes are intertwined. Who can, like one in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, laugh and raise the yellow sand of the people's army that destroyed Hu?
Autumn poems in ancient poetry are two bright pearls in China literary world, which not only shone at that time, but also have unique aesthetic value now. Because it is short and pithy, easy to remember and memorize, it is widely spread and has nurtured generations of people who love writing.
As far as its value is concerned, critics have long said that "poetry expresses ambition." "ambition" is the poet's thoughts, pursuits and interests, and it is the soul of poetry. Poetry is written to express the author's own thoughts, but the expression varies from person to person. Throughout the literary world, there are few lyrical expressions of "looking up at the sky and pressing your chest with your right hand", probably because literati prefer euphemistic and implicit expressions. Most poets and lyricists are good at mapping their feelings and thoughts with a variety of rich images, so appreciating works starts with images.
Among many images, "autumn" is the one with the highest frequency. The author extracts some famous sentences full of "autumn", trying to explore the meaning of "autumn" from the expression effect.
Today, people often decorate "autumn" with "gold", which often brings people the hope of a bumper harvest. But in the eyes of China ancients, it seems that there are few such joys, only bleak autumn wind, withered vegetation and a cold scene.
Therefore, when they need to express their sadness, they often turn to the calm image of "autumn". First, bid farewell to "all good things must come to an end."
Don't hate to leave sorrow, which has been a feeling that poets and poets can't give up since ancient times, so it is also the object they often chant. For example, I see guests off on the banks of Xunyang River, and maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
(Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip) Affectionate feelings have been hurting and parting since ancient times, which is even worse, leaving the Qing Autumn Festival in the cold! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. (The Rain Rings by Liu Yong) Sentimentality seems to be the nature of poets, and even ordinary autumn scenery often makes them sigh that time flies.
For example, I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of Kunhuanghua will wither. (Han Yuefu's "Long Songs") The night rain has not destroyed the palace trees, and the poor leaves are still cold.
The short scenery returns to autumn, and the thoughts are connected with sorrow. (Shi Dazu's "Jade Butterfly") Plants and trees wither, leaves fall back to their roots, the good times are gone forever, the dead are gone, and they can't be sent away, which is bleak.
Gutai is always homesick in autumn. (Liu Changqing's "The Temple View of General Wu in Autumn") Three thousand Li. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.
(Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" Sanxiang Autumn Temple meets autumn colors, and my heart goes for three thousand miles, and my homesickness follows the bright moon. (Lulun's Sleeping at Wuchang) The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up his heart everywhere.
If you want to become hundreds of billions, you should go to the top to see your hometown. (Liu Zongyuan's "Good Chu Watching the Mountain with the Lord and Sending Friends to Beijing") Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves.
(Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu Zhe") Entering my hometown in autumn is heartbreaking. The above five cases all attract homesickness with autumn colors, which is a model of autumn homesickness. When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems.
(Wei, Autumn Night) Can I find your footprints in the autumn grass, or is it only the setting sun that passes through the bleak Woods? . (Liu Changqing's "On Jia Yizhai in Changsha") The grass is separated from the tomb of the king of Hubei, and the stone beast is in danger.
(Zhao Mengyue Wang E's Tomb). Trees are all autumn, and mountains only have light.
(Wang Ji "Wild Hope") When it comes to a full moon, flying at night is more worthwhile. (Wang Ji's Autumn Night Meets Stones) If the weather in autumn is not so clear and refreshing, the quiet evening may seem a bit sad.
(Meng Haoran, opposite to Zhang's Autumn Mountain) After the rain, the mountains are empty and the autumn night stands. (Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains).
3. Lyrics about autumn
In this autumn, blowing a breezy breeze, I sat by the window, typing what I wanted to write, and looked out of the window from time to time. At this time, the unremarkable sky on weekdays is blue enough to make people cry, so a touch of blue is suspended high in the air. Recalling yesterday's chat with instant sister Li about this season, she said with emotion: I was walking in the space of a few friends and read a touch of melancholy. This season is sentimental. Many people are sentimental about autumn, but I just love autumn.
During the holiday, I invited myself to walk in the jungle in the outer suburbs, standing on thick fallen leaves, listening to rustling footsteps, letting go of my thoughts, taking a deep breath of earthy air, and my whole body and mind would be immersed in that kind of free leisure, not to mention how carefree I was.
Singing a few short poems in a mood is like drinking a mouthful of water, which is refreshing. Among the four seasons, this autumn is neither the beginning nor the end of the season, but it gives us many scenes and puts colorful clothes on the earth. From the harvest of all things, you will feel joy; From the fallen leaves, you will feel the end and continuation of life; From the increasingly fierce autumn wind, you will feel a kind of tranquility, which makes the autumn wind more beautiful, more chic and more calm.
Those memories that have been neglected for a long time will always crush time at this time and come with the autumn wind. All good and gloomy memories can come uninvited at this time. Days that will never reappear when awakened by the autumn wind, the yellow sun, the moon and the fleeting time, the past with songs and tears, and every trace of our growing mood, every throb is like the ups and downs of waves on the boundless sea, and every taste has different feelings and feelings.
Autumn is made of poetry, which aroused the creative feelings of many poets and left many beautiful sentences for future generations to share. "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." "When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?" "I want to say I'd better have a rest, but it's a cool autumn." "Untie three autumn leaves and you will be able to blossom in February." "In the new autumn, the elegant moon will be round." How many ancestors are singing softly?
Autumn is depicted, and Van Gogh lies in the field. His masterpiece "Sunflower" is immortal, which exaggerates the cruelty and love of autumn.
Autumn is sentimental. A fallen leaf separated from my mother, you may only see the scars of the world and the passage of time, but what I see is the birth of a new life, but what I hear is a clear cry. A new life came to this world at this time and began his life journey.
"Teenagers listen to singing upstairs in the rain, and the red candle is faint." Young people always think that time is inexhaustible. "If you drink today, you will be drunk tomorrow." . The four seasons of nature can be repeated, but the four seasons of life will not be staged again. I pray that nature will add more colors and make people's seasons more brilliant!
In this golden autumn season, leave yourself a quiet, energetic, innocent, casual and open.
4. Complete Poems about Autumn
"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.
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?
Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building Tang Libai
In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
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?
"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
On Zhang's Autumn Climbing to Country-specific Mountains.
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Du Fu in Gordon Tang Dynasty
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Zhong Qiu yue song sushi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Bai Juyi in Mid-Autumn Festival and Tang Dynasty
Wan Li's beauty is incredible, adding sorrow, benefiting and hating to travel around the world.
Who is 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 that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.
According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
5. Who knows autumn lyrics?
"Autumn" Turgenev looks sad. I love autumn.
On foggy and quiet days, I often go into the Woods and sit there-looking at the white sky and the treetops of dark pine forests. I love chewing sour leaves, lying lazily on the grass, listening to the shrill cries of woodpeckers and thinking about all kinds of strange fantasies.
The grass has withered ... there is a cold light on it ... my whole heart is intoxicated with happiness and freedom ... I don't think of anything? What fantasy didn't come to visit me? The pine forest bent down like a living person and made a loud noise in meditation ... Then, suddenly a gust of wind blew, like a group of big birds, making impatient sounds among the interlaced dark branches.
6. Lyric prose about autumn
Drunk in autumn, I want to flow like a dream.
In the dream, flowers fall like rain and flow gracefully. Dream catcher, wake up and light up a colorful autumn.
-Inscription (1) Qiu Guang is beautiful, and Juanjuan whispers in the clear lake. Perhaps, this autumn is a shadow, reflected obliquely in the water, showing red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple colors, like a bright water color box.
The wind went away lightly, leaving behind the broken words of autumn, like a continuous tune, singing the autumn days lightly. A little careless, suddenly knocked over the watercolor box, the color in the box naturally scattered, flowing, and merged into an autumn color.
A pool of autumn water in the lake is full of tenderness and wrinkled by the cool wind, slightly rippling and rippling. Fragmented petals and some fiery red maple leaves dance with the water.
Suddenly I heard the fragrance of Chou-heung floating in the form of ripples and drunk the weeping willows by the pool. Occasionally, a dragonfly skimmed over the water and fell into the pool with a thin sound, breaking the loneliness in autumn.
By the bridge, the woman watching flowers bowed her head and stared, her eyes drooping. The leaves of the flower fell and were full of injuries. Suddenly, she felt that the autumn heart was torn in two. As a result, the autumn heart is full of poetry, like a natural oil painting suddenly spread out, autumn fairy tales bloom.
(2) Love with all my heart, Willo Yiyi. What is striking is the autumn color, which is exciting.
That wisp, a cluster, a golden color, drunk half of the countryside. The wind is blowing and poetry is flourishing.
Willow is dancing with a tan skirt, gently shaking, and yellow leaves fall, making a rustling sound. Looking around, autumn leaves dye half the sky yellow, dancing like yellow butterflies.
In the blink of an eye, the leaves fell and the voice was thin, which disturbed the feelings in my heart and made me lonely and sad. Not far away, the flowers are enchanting and open, and the smiles are like flowers. The warm flowers are rippling in the buildings, and the fragrance is bursting.
Such as rouge lightly painted on the face of a beautiful woman, faint, a wisp of fragrance, intoxicating. In the distant village, the smoke is curling up and the autumn is fading away.
In the distance, there are two black spots that slowly come into my sight. Near, it is two children, carrying schoolbags, tandem, brother chasing behind, brother running while laughing and cheering.
At this moment, my brother suddenly stopped and stood in front of the flowers. There was a chrysanthemum in full bloom, so he freed a hand and picked it off.
Chrysanthemum seemed to understand people's minds, moved back and calmly scolded: "You bad boy, you have never seen a beautiful woman!" " "The elder brother at the back has rushed over, grabbed his younger brother's hand and commanded," Don't pick such beautiful flowers, you are willing to pick them! ""My brother was aroused, and then he laughed. He hugged his brother, hummed a country tune and strode to school.
At this time, the wind smiled, and the flowers also smiled, smiling brightly, like children's smiling faces. (3) In the dead of night, the cold sound is broken.
Continuous autumn rain fell in the middle of the night, giving birth to dreams. Flowers fall in dreams and people are heartbroken.
After the rain, I looked through the window. The thin and cool air was full of flowers and smelled wet. At this time, the wine has not arrived, and my heart is drunk.
I drank a pot of sake and lamented that "autumn wind and autumn rain are evil." Perhaps, the woman with flowers stood in front of the porch window, raised her slender hand, crushed the petals printed with books, threw them out of the window and sprinkled a burst of petals.
There is a flute in the distance, which passes through the dust, blows in the cold night, stays at the tender fingertips, and condenses into a touch of emotion in the poet's pen. In a trance, I was drunk with a worry, whipped with a curtain, full of leisure worries.
The rings of the years shattered yesterday's feelings and hopes. Shallow traces, leaving only faint sadness, engraved in my heart.
Autumn chrysanthemum outside the porch window is full of rain, calling you again and again with warm voice. As a result, some romantic stories are stuck in the eyebrows.
Eyelid, leaving a clear line of tears. (4) The moon is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn wind remains the same.
The thin fog is like a gauze, shrouded, hazy and sad. At this time, I want to embrace the next month and indulge in the petal rain.
On the horizon, a bluebird hovered in the dark sky and suddenly landed on a branch, listening to the whispers of autumn. Euphemistic and desolate crying drops on the cold night, turning into a trace of melancholy and infecting the heart.
In the dim light, I seem to have passed through a reincarnation, stepping on the footprints of the wind and strolling by the river. On the clear and cold river, there are ripples, waves and wet fog.
Gradually, a leaf boat, from far and near, will come, with one end tied with acacia and the other with sadness. I stopped and tried to keep a boat, but it rowed away and gradually went away, leaving only a little gray memory.
Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, what happened to life? The sound of Liao and Guzheng drifted in from the distant shore and invaded my heart. Telling the eternal sadness and melancholy.
I followed the prestige of the piano, and there was a pure woman on the pavilion, as bright as peach blossom, with almond eyes and eyebrows and pink face. She sat there caressing the piano, and her faint thoughts shook off the keys and shook off the dust of her life.
Subtle music slowly slides into the eardrum, which is cool and penetrating. I listened, intoxicated by the wonderful music.
I asked, "Girl, why are you so sad!" She smiled and said, "How do you know what I'm thinking?" I said, "Why don't you know that the piano is faint and sad?" She said: "The past is unbearable and sad!" I said, "After the autumn wind, life is like clouds. Why are you trapped by love? " With a sigh, she recited Li Qingzhao's Slow Sound: "Looking for it is cold and lonely, sad and sad. It is the most difficult to rest when it is warm and cold. "
I also added a postscript: "How can you beat him late when you are in a hurry?" The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. "... however, the ruthless years, rolling the world of mortals, want to say.
At the moment, she and I are sitting on the pavilion, brewing a pot of sake with petals and fallen leaves, drinking in the breeze and getting drunk. Slightly drunk, she fingered the elegant and smooth ancient song "Laugh at the Red Dust" with slender fingers like bamboo shoots.
My heart is surging, and I hold my sword tightly. In the breeze of Leng Yue, I danced in the sky, where the sword was whistling and the petals were falling with the wind. At this time, I seem to see a pair of colorful butterflies, light and ethereal as a dream, wandering in the melody of guzheng, fascinated by the figure of Iraqis, with delicate fragrance.
(5) autumn water is long and autumn chrysanthemum is fragrant. On the endless horizon, Yan Zhen has returned to the south.
Autumn wind is like a continuous silk thread, leading the fleeting time, and acacia grows old. Yesterday, I dreamed of Iraqis, and plain clothes was full of tenderness, and her clothes were flying, and her tears were stained with clear autumn.
Once upon a time, the breeze was fine and the moon was fine, and I was with you.
7. Lyric prose describing autumn is about 200 words.
I like fruitful and picturesque autumn.
In the sky, Wan Li is clear. White clouds float leisurely in the blue sky, turning into rabbits, lions and bears. It's really changing and people like it. The geese lined up neatly, one zigzag and the other herringbone, as if to say, "I'm going to fly south."
In the fields, people walk on country roads, just like swimming in a golden ocean. Rice bent with laughter is like a golden wave, pushing people forward. With the help of the sun, one cotton pine after another emerged from the shell. Snow-white cotton is like a naughty cloud doll, hanging on the branches and refusing to come down. Sorghum puffed up its cheeks and blushed, but refused to breathe. Soon, the whole sorghum field was red ... At first glance, the field was full of harvest.
In the park, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, full of flowers and fragrance. A gust of wind blew, and osmanthus fell like scattered paratroopers, but the trees were still full of charming fragrance. People's footsteps stopped because of the fragrant smell. All kinds of chrysanthemums are in full bloom, with thousands of shapes and graceful colors, decorating autumn. Ginkgo tree, the old birthday star named "Grandpa Tree" in autumn, has put on new clothes, as if it were a lot younger at once. It fanned desperately with its small fan, completely fanning the summer heat.
Autumn is really a colorful picture. I like this picturesque autumn.