2. The sky is cold and the red leaves are sparse-In the Mountains by Tang Wang Wei
3. The red leaves are falling at dusk —— A record of Tongmen Inn's "Autumn Tour to the Soul of Jingshi"
4. Red leaves and green hills-Tang Xu Hong's "Farewell to Xie Ting"
5, full of moss and red leaves-Song Yan Dao Ji's "Butterfly Love Flowers, Full of Moss and Red Leaves"
6. The Return of Xiao Shuang Red Leaf Dance —— Three Years of Freshwater Joy in Linjiang County by Song Yan Dao Ji.
7. Write your own red leaves —— Song Yan Dao Ji's "Telling Love, Remembering Last Autumn Quietly"
8. Don't mention the red leaves, but send you homesickness —— Song Yan Dao Ji's Yu Meiren, Knocking on the Jade Shovel and Breaking the Dike Road.
9. Bird-dwelling Red Leaf Tree-Qiu Si by Tang Juyi
10, Red leaves and yellow flowers grow old in autumn-a youth tour in Song Dynasty, and red leaves and yellow flowers grow old in autumn.
1 1, courtyard moss and red leaves-Song Yan Dao Ji's butterfly lovers, full of moss and red leaves.
12, the red leaves have fallen-the man described by Song, the red leaves have fallen.
13, Red Leaves-Twelve Poems of Moshangan in Song Dynasty
14, the door is covered with Xiaoqing Hongye Courtyard-Song Maokun's Spring of Louyu
15 gathering of red leaves-Lei Zungui by Song and Wu
16, Red leaves sing to send clear autumn —— Wang Anzhong's "Yu Meiren Wenchang Langwenzi Unique" in Song Dynasty
17, the red leaves turn around on the stage of reflection-Song's Bodhisattva Man is under under the greenwood tree's silent cherry.
18, Chatting with Hongye —— Song Caishen's Yan Fangsuo Long Beach in Man Ting
19, there is a new poem in the red leaves-The Song God of Wealth "Huanxisha"
20. Sha Ting Red Leaves Dancing in the Sunset —— Huanxisha by Yining, Wang Song
2. The poem describing the red leaves "green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers" comes from the fourth and fifth sentences of the ancient poem "Tianjing Shaqiu" written by Bai Pu, a poet of the Yuan Dynasty. The full text is as follows:
The lonely village is in the setting sun, and the old tree is in the west of Western jackdaw.
A small flying shadow.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
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The sun is gradually sinking in the west, and the sunset glow on the horizon is gradually dissipating, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting the quiet and lonely village in the distance and dragging out long shadows. Light smoke floated into the air, several crows perched on a rickety old tree, and a wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky. Looking around the world, the mountains are blue, white reeds are flying, red maple leaves are gorgeous, and golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
"The white stone rises in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves are sparse in cold weather" comes from the first sentence or two of the ancient poem "In the Mountains" written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei. The full text is as follows:
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
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The flow of Jingxi River is getting less and less every day, white stones are exposed on the riverbed, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the red leaves on the branches are getting rarer and rarer. It didn't rain on the winding mountain road, but the dense pine and cypress were foggy and wet, and it seemed to drip down, which wet the clothes of pedestrians.
"The red leaves drift past the pavilion where I drink" comes from the first sentence or two of Xu Hun's ancient poem Autumn Travels in Tongmen Inn in the Tang Dynasty. The full text is as follows:
Maple trees rustle in the autumn night; After a night at Tongguan Station, I got my own bouquet.
A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range.
The color of the trees changes with the passage of time, and I can hear the river looking for the sea.
Tomorrow, we can reach the prosperous capital Chang 'an. I am still at ease with the dream of fisherman and woodcutter!
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The late autumn evening wind blows head-on, and the red leaves rustle with the wind. I sat in the Shili Pavilion and drank a glass. Inadvertently, the residual clouds in the sky slowly drifted to Taihua Mountain, and a little rain was scattered on Zhongtiao Mountain with the wind.
"When my brother misinterprets the boat, the red leaves and green hills rush" comes from the first and second sentences of the ancient poem Farewell to Xie Ting written by Xu Hun, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The full text is as follows:
After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward.
When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing.
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After singing the farewell song, you untied the boat in the distance, with green hills on both sides, red leaves all over the mountains and water flowing eastward. When dusk came and I woke up, I realized that people had left. At this time, it was stormy, and I was the only one who left the West Building alone.
"Philip Burkart people, autumn leaves and yellow flowers" comes from "300 Song Ci Poems". The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?
Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write it gradually. I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless!
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The leaves in the forest have turned red, and Huang Ju is blooming everywhere. Now it is late autumn. I can't help but miss the wanderers thousands of miles away. The clouds on the horizon kept drifting away, and Guiyan didn't send him any news. I don't know where the wanderer is, where can I deliver books? The more disappointed I am, the more I miss it. I was so sad that I cried at the window. I can't stop crying. I will use it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, until after parting, feelings deepened and tears were even more unbearable. They dripped on the letterhead and even faded the color of the red letterhead.
The title of Red Leaves in Western Hills was written by Chen Yi. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
The red leaves in the western hills are good, and the frost is heavier. The same is true of the revolution, and the struggle sees the hero. Red leaves are everywhere, redder than February flowers. Surrounded by turquoise, anti-violence family. Red leaves are all over the corner of the mountain, and the middle and right colors are hazy. The west wind is on the left bank, cheering all red. Reach for the red leaves, and I'll take the red leaves. Light red and grayish red, don't abandon it. There are red leaves in the book, and the color of red leaves is very good. Please see it every other year. Zhen Hong has not withered. Red leaves fall in the dust, so they are not red at all. Ming Chunhua reappears, full of red and purple eyes. The poem on the red leaves is the red color that praises the revolution. Revolutionary red was everywhere, which scared the poor man to death.
3. Excuse me, Man Fang Ting, an aesthetic poem about red leaves. Maple leaves flow: summer and autumn are gorgeous, and frost leaves flow. I want to drift away, but my dream is broken. Simple and noble, who knows, without hatred, dead leaves are lonely. Clouds cover tears, winds promote haggard, and water cries. Worried. Fall in love with this world as soon as possible, look around sadly and be alone. You can't sue anyone if you want, so you cry and sing poetry. The waning moon is silent and cold, the eyebrows are difficult to show, and it is as sad as a disease. Turn the roots, swing without leaking, and be silent until winter.
Autumn rain, alcohol and tobacco,
Endure to listen to the complaints of the sunset.
Thinking about yourself, worrying about classics, being alone,
Wishful thinking.
Candles dim dreams.
Who cares about the situation and increases the pain,
Depression,
Cold peak tears a thousand lines.
The soul swings half a silk, drifting with the heart.
Worried,
In first frost, the solitary geese are even more boundless.
That night, I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's pipa trip.
Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.
Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".
There are thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shaded rivers and bridges, and the sails are late —— In Jiangling, I am anxious to send my son back to peace.
I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.
Travel in the mountains
Don: Du Mu
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
There are people in the depths of white clouds.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Five songs about feeling maple trees
Author: Li Henian Author: Tang
The autumn waters in Shi Gen are bright, and the grass is thin on the rocky shore.
Invasion of wild bamboo incense, stinging and hanging wild thick.
When Cen Zhongyue returns, the toad hangs in the air.
Gui Lu made fun of Xian E and the clouds under the starry sky.
The bleak gardenia falls, and the mountain cries.
And Zhang Zhongwei, the book case will be rotten.
Fragrant Hill
Rain hits the pine trees,
Frost dyed the maple leaves red.
The wind blows white clouds,
Wan Li sends tenderness.
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
-Du Mu
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.
Bai Juyi stayed overnight in autumn rain.
The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
Xing Shan Dumu
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Send Zhou Zi to Lodi to meet Cen Can in Jingnan.
Orange blossoms in Shandian and new maple leaves in Jiangcheng.
On the moonlit night in Jianglou, I heard Liu Cang's flute.
Think of the bright moon, the waves are white, and the sound enters the autumn maple leaves in Yun Lan.
Yushanling Zuo Huang Fu Zeng
Autumn flowers are like snow, and maple leaves can't help frost.
Guo Man Dong Song Wenzhi
The forest is covered with maple leaves and the garden is covered with orange blossoms.
Wang Changling who sent Meng Haoran to Lingnan.
Dongting is far and near, and maple leaves are in early autumn.
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
Looking at the oriental maple trees in the mountains, I had a trip to Chengdu.
At the west corner of the Wumen Gate, under the Red Chamber, there is a Feng Dan tree.
Land tour in early winter
The better the maple leaf, the more fragrant the plum blossom.
A land tour in late autumn
Maple leaves want to suffer first, chrysanthemums don't support it.
Wen Zhiming Shanshui Gan Long
Go to the summer pine to shade the old and order the new autumn maple leaves.
Send Masuda back to Lu Xun.
Fusang is just like the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan.
In autumn in Jiangnan, chestnuts are as ripe as fists. Maple leaves are red, rosy, light reeds and white waves are flowing.
Fengxiang was in Hua Jing late, and Jinshan was in the shadow.
The red Ye Feng forest is full of tongues, and the yellow mud is wild and dances with chickens.
Frost-dyed crow maple is drunk in the sun, and cold rushes to Jinghe River with ice flow.
Wild geese fly high, the sun and the moon are white, and the green maple turns red in the frosty sky.
4. An ancient poem about red leaves, Sauvignon Blanc.
Yu Li
One mountain, two mountains,
The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold.
Acacia maple leaf Dan
Flowers bloom, flowers stay,
Goofy goose didn't come back,
Romantic and casual curtains.
Song of Autumn Moon Cheng Hao
The Qingxi River crosses Bishantou, and the empty water is fresh in autumn.
Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.
Bai Juyi gave Yuan Jiu in autumn rain and Tang Dynasty.
Red leaves and moss are unbearable, cool and rainy.
I don't blame Qiu Si for suffering alone. He is nearly twenty years older than Jun Jiao.
That night, I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's pipa trip.
Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.
Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".
There are thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shaded rivers and bridges, and the sails are late —— In Jiangling, I am anxious to send my son back to peace.
I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.
5. Poems praising autumn leaves 1. Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was drunk.
-"Autumn Mountain" Yang Wanli 2. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers. -Mutu's "Journey to the Mountain" 3. Hanging the sails of the Ming Dynasty, they went away with the fallen leaves behind me.
-nostalgia in Li Bai's "Niuzhu Mountain Sleeping at Night" 4. In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip 5. There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge hides the sunset sails.
-Yu "Jiangling Worry about Peace" 6. I paint the blue river and like the maple leaves on the pavilion at night. -Tang Yin's I Love Chou-heung. 7. When the Dongting is far and near, the maple leaves surprise autumn early. -"Send Wang Changling to Lingnan" Meng Haoran. 8. The red leaves in Ma Si are rustling late, and the Yangtze River in Rizhao falls in autumn.
-"Sacrificing Huainan Li Servant Shooting" Tang Zhao Leisure 9. Xiao Xiaohong leaves a flying horse in front to see Wang Sun home. -"Send Wen Shangshu to Luo" Song Kou Zhun 10, blue sky and bright moon are behind, rustling red leaves come early.
-"Moving the Capital" Song: Wu 1 1. Rustling rustling blowing red leaves, miserable Leng Yun overwhelmed the old building. -"Jinling Nostalgia" Wang Songjue 12. There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is hidden by sunset sails.
-Yu 13 "Looking at Jiangling Peace". -Song Xin Qi Ji's "The Rhyme of Southern Yan and Fan Kuo" 14. Don't forget Hà Thu, because it covered the sunset with swimming fish.
-Song Zhou Mi's Xiheng Waste Garden 15. Autumn wind blows Bai Bo, and autumn rain beats lotus. Pinghu is thirty miles away, and there are many passers-by in autumn.
-Yuan Zaju "Nine Zapoems of Gaoyou Sheyang Lake".
6. What are the poems about maple leaves? Poems about maple leaves: 1, Jiangling is sad to send her to Ann.
Don, Yu. There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. 2. Night berth near Fengqiao.
Don, people. Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. 3. hiking.
Don, Du Mu. As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. 4. Listen to the flowing tones.
Tang, Wang Changling. Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided.
The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep. 5, youth travel Lin Feng red through the evening smoke green.
Song Dynasty, Jie Jiang. The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls.
In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo. The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come.
I only wrote my life as a song. 6, partridge day, maple leaves fall into the river, water falls into autumn.
Song Dynasty, Su Dong. Maple falls into the river, water falls into the wild, and autumn falls.
The faint smoke and rotten grass are connected with the hills in the suburbs. Drunk sleep in Xiaowu Huangmaodian, dreaming of leaning on Hongye Building in Gaocheng.
It's a long day and a long road. Fan Song, Tang Zheng, waits for leisure.
Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Pu Yuan Furong Ye is sad.