How to write four lines about autumn 1? Describe four lines and five sentences of ancient poems in autumn and winter.
Winter verse meets snow. The owner of Furong Mountain, Liu Zongyuan, is far away at dusk, birds fly in Chung Shan Man, and the houses are poor in cold weather. There is not a footprint in a thousand paths. Chai Men smells dogs barking, the boat is dying, and the snow returns to people at night. An old man was fishing in the Hanjiang River-the quatrain of snow-Du Fu's two orioles sang green willows, and a line of white dew ascended to heaven. There is snow in Xiling Qian Qiu outside the window. Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship. Jiang Xue —— Liu Zongyuan has no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. A small boat and a bamboo coat, an old man is fishing in the Hanjiang River —— plum blossoms in the snow —— Wang Anshi has a few flowers in a corner, and hanling has flowers alone. I know that snow is not used to describe the fragrance of winter poetry. The owners of Furong Mountain, Jiang Xue, Liu Changqing and Liu Zongyuan, are all in the distance, and the birds in Qian Shan have all flown away. The weather is cold and the house is poor. A thousand roads without footprints. Chai Men smells dogs barking, the boat is lonely, and the snowstorm returns people at night. An old man was fishing in the cold river snow. It was raining, and I saw the snow blooming. When I said it, I was still "on cloud nine". The heat of the sun. Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning. The Book of Songs? Xiaoya? Horn bow "Cold wind destroys trees, in first frost court." The ancient Yuefu poem "Ancient Poems for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" was sad at the end of the year, and it was snowing in the sun. It is clear and sad in the eyes: cold, cold, gloomy, hopeful, less, in the eyes: what the eyes see. Hao: Bai, Jin? Tao Yuanming's "Gui Mao wrote in mid-December and won the respect of his brother" can be imitated, but what if catkins are promoted by the wind? Xie Daowen's poem about snow: "There is much snow, and if the catkins are sprinkled with salt, the difference in air can be imagined." The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong: the north wind. Strength: fierce. Sadness: biting. Southern Song Dynasty? Xie Lingyun's "New Year's Eve" surprised the wind and bamboo, and the snow covered the mountains: the window. The wind startled the bamboo: the snow in the wind hit the bamboo and made a rustling sound. Don? Wang Wei's Winter Night's Story of Hu Jushi's Home is unknown, but it is suspected that Hualin held a court session last night: snowflakes fell in the courtyard. Don? Song Wenzhi's How to Deal with Snow in the Garden was swallowed by underwater sound, and Shadao Snow was even in the Tang Dynasty. Liu Changqing's "Appreciating Zhang Xia's Hard Work on the Way to Visit Other States on a Snowy Night", Qingteng Path, Wan Xuefeng, Qing Dynasty. Li Bai's Winter in Laoshan is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands. Li Bai's "Mocking Wang Liyang's Refusal to Drink" Yanshan Snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai Xuanyuantai: According to legend, the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou. Don? Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds at dusk, and the snow dance is empty: a whirlwind. Don? Du Fu's "Piling Snow" first frost's clothes are torn, and his fingers can't be straight: his fingers are stiff. Du Fu's "From Beijing to Fengxian, chanting 500 words", clouds and gulls dance more, and geese fly against the wind. No line: No line. Don? Du Fu's "Sending Grandson to Zhou in Winter Night" is cold and makes the days short, and the wind and waves set the Tang Dynasty. Du Fu's "Nostalgia in Gongan County" is on the bamboo in the sunset, and the remnant snow is in the Tang Dynasty. Han Yi's "Chu's main book house will write a book before the original Shi Lang Jun" (one in Zhang Jishi), who cut and carved the snow on the flat ground into this flat-topped Tang Dynasty? Han Yu's "Li Hua" two songs: "In spring, the land is competing for luxury, and Luoyang Garden is particularly crowded. Who cut the snow on the flat ground into the ceiling? " There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, but there are no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat and a bamboo cloak, an old man is fishing in Leng Jiang-Xuetang? Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" doesn't kill in winter, so why kill in spring? It's harsh and bleak. Don? Lu Wen's Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Zuo Ting is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. Thick ice without crack, short day cold light: the wind is like a roar. Don? Meng Jiao's Ode to Bitterness and Cold only sees clouds and clouds on the ridge, and the rocks are like snow, which is already very shocking. When there were six flying flowers in South Qin Xue by Yuan Zhen, I sat and watched the bamboo turn into six branches: snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called snowflakes. Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with white jade because of snow. The high-level article "On Snow" knows that the snow is heavy at night, and the sound of bamboo is Tang? Bai Juyi's "Night Snow": "I have been shocked and the window is bright. I know it snows heavily at night and I can smell the sound of bamboo. " Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Li Shangyin's "Two Poems on Snow" swallowed up the frozen spring water, but I swallowed the cold even more: the spring water was blocked by freezing, which described sobs. Liu Jia's "Fu of Bitterness and Cold": "A hundred springs are frozen, and I sing cold more. In the middle of the night, leaning against Qiao Song, I don't feel covered with snow. " After the battle, I lost three million jade dragons, and the broken scales were flying all over the sky. Yulong: Describe the flying snow. Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another. Song? The previous episode of Hu Zai's Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua was quoted from Xiqing Poetry, including Bird's poem Snow. Mountains and rivers are not thousands of miles away, and the world is selfless. Huang Geng's "Snow" Creek is deeply uncomfortable with snow, with frozen mountains and clear water? Hong Sheng's Xuewang 1, there are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousand paths. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue, and Tang Liuyong's. 2. Why can't I see Lu Wen's "Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Ting" in Yangchuntang? 3. The cold weather is blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. Before the thick ice is broken, there will be cold light soon. 4. Jiao's Song of Bitterness and Cold.
2. Autumn poems (400 words) have four lines in one section.
Autumn Singer: Liu She in the south of the Yangtze River listens to the charming melody sung in autumn, breaks through the melancholy of summer, and dyes green with golden light. Hard-working plowmen hold hoes and indulge in the harvest movement. Autumn is singing for a year, and boundless dreams sow deep hope in the song. Part II: I heard that autumn is coming. Author: Estee I want to run under the blue sky to tell you that rain has just fallen from the rubble of the old house. I want to hug the earth and tell you that the wind in my hometown has brought the roughness of rice ears, and you are just busy lighting up a city with your deep myopia eyes with the flu and burning lead. I want to tell you quietly that my corner is very happy. I want to tell you stubbornly that there is autumn in the field, but you just turn around and don't want to listen to me about autumn because you don't want to listen to the land. These news articles about the arrival of autumn in wooden houses 3: Miss of Autumn Author: Fish fossils in the water are gentle and indifferent, and they have become friends with the autumn wind on a leaf. Appreciate each other. You can't be young and warm. The silent autumn wind shook the autumn letter and warmed the rehmannia root at once. Going home leaves are just the wind of migratory birds in autumn. Tell a Tree 4: Rivers in Autumn Author: Fossils of fish in water are mighty rivers of autumn leaves in Qian Shan. The wind and river are silent, your moon is high and the dew is rising. In the palm of your hand, there is my sailboat passing through my homesick migratory birds, and the smoke from the kitchen is curled up in my village. I began to miss the crowd, miss everyone's hugs, and longed for every ray of sunshine to give me a glowing greeting. I stand in the crowd and become a shallow dark tide, a raging river, your blue melancholy and lonely waves in the jumping waves, and warm running in the scenery. Am I never the scenery you need? When the river bursts in autumn, is the gap in the wind or in my mind, in a bleak leaf or on your back? Tell me, I'm afraid that when I cut off the current, I can't accompany you to the sea anymore. Whose treetop is the river hanging on the cliff in autumn? Chapter 5: The Secret of Autumn: ts234 Poetry Edge That autumn, because of your appearance, I gently peeled off my eggplant wound, and finally, I could bury my past intentions. Insist on your invitation to feel the red and sweet secret of autumn. I'm glad that when you appear in autumn, I can be wonderful again. I am glad that your gentleness and beauty have freed me from the depression of life, and I have seen the autumn sunshine and your beautiful face, just like the rainbow has your days after the rain. I abandoned the lonely days with you, and it is a good feeling to be miserable again. I just want to walk with you, hold your hand and hug each other tightly. Take Qi Mei as an example. I miss you, become a butterfly and fly with me. You said: the scars on my heart can't heal my sadness and hesitation. I miss yesterday's yellow flowers. In fact, I know that scar is engraved in my heart, and I am walking on a country road. I walked by the side of my heart holding your hand, and looked at the quiet honey words of sorghum, which made me feel ashamed. You are the only one in my life. Then, holding your hand to the four seasons and autumn, is it fate or secret to meet you? Since we are holding hands, we will not give up easily. There's no reason to separate. Only with the acquiescence of autumn maturity, I know that life without you is winter, cruel and cold. You smiled and let me see the meaning of a pair of magpies flying in the tree without you and me.
Give me four poems about autumn.
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.
4. Write four poems about autumn
Autumn rain-tall buildings long for dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves of plane trees.
Autumn night-in my sleep, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.
Autumn sound-I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the leaves in front of the steps had autumn sound.
Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and all the leaves are hate.
Autumn color-the rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red when entering the cross forest.
Autumn moon-the moonlight is flooded and the emptiness echoes.
Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind.
Wan Li, an old friend, has never been heard from, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.
Autumn sorrow-don't be idle, always write clear night sorrow.
5.4 Poems about Autumn
Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.
When sleeping, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.
Before the sweet spring grass grows in the pond, the plane leaves in front of the steps have rustled in the autumn wind.
In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it.
Rain invades the urn and the new moss is green. In autumn, the leaves of Cross Forest are red.
The moonlight is immersed in the water, and the sky echoes with the sky.
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
I haven't heard from my old friend Wanli, and I'm going to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.
Don't be idle, always write your mind out at night.
The west wind blows the fallen leaves all over the lake, and the first change of autumn clothes has a special flavor.
Going out is a fleeting sigh, and seeing Muyefei by the lake.
Early in my dream, I returned to the autumn night, and Yi Deng was worried before my bed.
The anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane and the moon, and the phoenix tree shakes its hometown in autumn.
Everyone explains the sad autumn, and doesn't know it thoroughly like a poet.
Crickets only know that autumn is early and there is a lot of rain on the banana.
6. Give me four poems about autumn. Give me four poems about autumn with authors.
In the middle of the night, a bright moon hangs high in the capital of Qiu Ge Tang Libai, with ten thousand hammers beating on the ground, and the autumn wind blows my heart, heading for Yumenguan forever. When will the Tatar army conquer and my husband return from the Long March? . Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building. Tangli Baihe is picturesque, and the mountains look clear. Catch the rain in the mirror, and the rainbow falls on the double bridge. There are people living in the cold orange pomelo, and the old phoenix tree in autumn. Who goes to the north building, the breeze welcomes the public. Stay on the Jiande River, Tang moved his boat to the Smoke House and visited with the guests at sunset. How clear the moon is on the water! You have found your quiet seclusion in the mountains of Qiudeng, Jiao Ran and the white clouds of Beifeng. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, flying with geese in my heart may seem a little sad, if the weather in autumn is not so fresh. Seeing the villagers, I crossed the river to have a rest. The trees on the horizon are like the moon, and the mainland by the river is like the moon. If I bring wine, I will get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Mu painted a cold screen with a small fan of silver candle, and it was as cold as water.