There is 1 a poem about autumn sounds. Ancient poems about autumn sounds.
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. -Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. -Ye Shaoweng's Night Book
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. -Li Shangyin's "Love Luoting in Cuizhou"
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn
It's like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring and generate at the same time, and it's like the autumn sound of spring in autumn. -Li Wei's "Listening to An Wanshan Playing the Reed Flute"
At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees. -Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City"
After the rain, cicadas are noisy, and the climate of pine trees floating in the wind has been spread to autumn. -Du Mu's "Topic Yangzhou Temple"
2. What are the sentences describing autumn sounds?
Sentences about autumn sounds
1. If swallows are angels who herald spring, then fallen leaves are urchins who greet autumn. When autumn comes, the fallen leaves will float down from the branches without hesitation. They seem to say to the tree, "dear mother, we are going back to the embrace of the earth, please allow us to fly with the wind!" " "The tree rustled as if to say," Let's go! Let's go "The leaves flew over the wall and came to the wild. Look! They are everywhere on the earth. Fallen leaves, you laid a golden carpet on the ground.
2. Walking into the field, I saw a bumper harvest: snow-white cotton; Sorghum with heavy rice and full grains. They nodded frequently in the wind. What's that noise? Oh! It turns out that the farmer's uncle is very hardworking in breaking corn! Corn was put into the laundry list one by one, which was the hard work of the farmer's uncle.
Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while.
It's still raining, but it's not as sad and lonely as it was just now, because there are endless fields of green old pine trees, an empty house and rolling mountains. It was raining, and the old pine tree described its ups and downs in a hoarse voice, because those ups and downs left countless scars on it.
Suddenly, the swaying sound of "Hua Hua" crowded into my ears. I suddenly looked up, and it was the sound of buttonwood leaves falling from the tree. They sometimes descend slowly like parachutes; Sometimes it glides leisurely like a flock of flying swallows; Sometimes, it will fall with a series of swings ... I grabbed a plane leaf and observed it. Its feel is not smooth. Although the color is similar to that of Ginkgo biloba leaves, the veins are clearly visible, like a magical painted picture, which is very different from Ginkgo biloba leaves.
6. In the field, the ears of rice bent the rice. When the autumn wind blows, the rice shakes. Looking around, the rice fields are as beautiful as a golden ocean. "Boom, boom, brush." What's that noise? It turned out that it was the farmer's uncle who drove the machine to harvest wheat and said from time to time, "This year is a good day for a bumper harvest."
7. When the first cool breeze blows in from the window in the morning and blows on your face, it's cool. When the first leaf falls from the branches with the wind, it falls on the ground full of fallen leaves. I seem to smell and hear the sound of autumn.
8. The autumn wind in the Woods is naughty. It makes leaves dance, young trees play the piano, race with streams, play with birds, and ...; The autumn wind in the city is quiet, and it rarely sings. Even if it sings, it uses a small voice and does not add notes to this noisy city. The autumn wind on the grassland is leisurely. "Wow-"It drawled softly, as if calling for distant friends, and waves of grass seemed to signal to friends.
9. "rumble", the sound is not as supple as spring, but as strong as summer. This is autumn. A falling rain brings people a little melancholy and homesickness. Only blooming chrysanthemums are swaying in the wind and rain, and evergreen pine trees are tall and straight in the wind and rain. As the saying goes, "an autumn rain brings a cold", which is true. After the autumn rain, the leaves were all yellow and even the pine needles withered. They fly in the air with the wind, dancing in front of them like elves and butterflies.
3. What are the poems about autumn sounds?
Poems about "The Voice of Autumn" include:
1. Today, after the mountain is clear, cicadas and chrysanthemums bloom.
2. Living on the reed bank, autumn sounds all night.
3. I'm lazy to wear a secluded path to catch birds singing, and I'd rather tread on moss. no
It seems to be listening behind closed doors. Autumn sounds like rain into the porch, thousands of sunsets, and autumn sounds like geese.
5. Mangroves are drunk in autumn, Bixi night plays on the shore, and autumn sounds are chaotic.
Sentences imitating autumn sounds:
Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew.
The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail.
4. What are the sentences describing autumn sounds?
Everything in the world has its own unique shape, color and sound. Some of these things can be intuitively felt through the senses, while others need telepathy. So people's moods are different, their educational level is different, and the objects they feel are also very different. Between the senses and the mind, I prefer the latter.
Facing the autumn scenery recently, I often think, what is the sound of autumn?
I think the sound of autumn should be the sound of rain. When the summer sunshine shows its power, and when the summer thunder lights its throat, at this time, Yu Qiu walks onto the stage leisurely like a piano player. She sends away the intense * * * with a soothing melody and leads to a new movement with a gentle chord. It rained for two or three days, without lightning and wind, only the click of eaves and the dripping of leaves. At this time, especially in the dead of night, you can forget the heat and humidity in summer, forget the unfinished work during the day, lie in a refreshing bed, look at the dark night sky outside the window, think about things that you can't think about during the day, and think about things that have been close at hand but become distant. On such a day and such a rain, the whole earth seems to be quiet and thoughtful, and the autumn rain weaves a solid and cool world.
I also think the sound of autumn should be the sound of autumn insects. This season belongs to autumn insects. As long as there is grass, there are their songs. They don't have birds chirping or screaming at the top of their lungs. They only care about each other. As soon as people heard this voice, they felt the thick breath of autumn. Under the warm sun in autumn, bugs on the roadside can always make people float a little smile, a little love and a little warm guess; Under the twinkling starlight, insects everywhere can always give people a fantastic aesthetic feeling, and the dreams in insects must be far away and comfortable. These insects sing and sing, singing about the sun that gave them life, singing about the fields that raised them, and singing about the limited time that the creator gave him. Until one day, the autumn cold suddenly came, paraquat turned yellow, and their songs came to an abrupt end and were silent on the yellow land. I think these little creatures must be smiling and safe at the last moment of sealing their throats, because they have fully released their happiness and enjoyed the beauty of the world.
I also think the sound of autumn should be the sound of fallen leaves. This green world is so fresh and lovely in early spring and so gloomy and prosperous in midsummer. When the next task is completed and the autumn wind calls from the earth, they bid farewell to the branches affectionately, put on the yellow clothes for boarding, and sing the last song on the high branches, whirring and swishing. What are they singing? Is it to sing the vastness and power of the world, or the reincarnation of life, and there is no regret in this life? It has been windy these days, and the sound of leaves has been in my ears. I've been thinking about this problem. I really want to walk into the thick autumn wind and have a deep exchange with the singing leaves. However, when I raised my eyes, the boundless leaves flew away from my eyes like a mighty army. I was stunned in front of this army, and there was an indescribable shock and shock in my heart, followed by a solemn thinking. I know that this kind of music of leaves still has an end, that is, in the frosty night, in the silence, the rustling and creaking of the ground are their unique sounds left to the earth, to sleepless people and to composers who write immortal music. Autumn is heavy because of them, and it has more depth and connotation.
What should autumn sound like? I am willing to continue listening, with my ears and my heart, let the sound of autumn accompany me into the autumn of my life.
5. Poetry about autumn sounds
"Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang
After the rain, the empty mountain stands in the pine forest in the dusk moonlight, and the crystal stone flows in the stream.
Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home, and the lotus leaf gave in before the fishing boat. My friend's prince, spring has passed and you are still here. What does it matter? .
Autumn night Tang Wangwei
Guipo was born with autumn dew, but Luo was so thin that he never changed his clothes.
Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go home.
Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Libai
A bright moon hung high in the capital, and ten thousand washing mallets rang.
Autumn wind blows my heart, forever blowing to Yumen Pass.
Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! .
Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building Tang Libai
In a picturesque river, the mountain looks very clear, the rain catches the mirror, and the rainbow falls on the double bridge.
A cold orange pomelo and an old phoenix tree in autumn. Who will go to the north building, worship the wind.
"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark, and ancient memories began to emerge: how vast the world was, how close the trees were to heaven, and how clear the moon in the water was! .
On Zhang's Autumn Climbing to Country-specific Mountains.
On the North Peak among the white clouds, you found your quiet seclusion. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
If the weather is not so refreshing this autumn, the quiet evening may seem a bit sad. I watched the river bank and rested on the beach with the villagers who came home until the ferry came back.
There are trees like a row of grass on the horizon, and islands like the moon by the river. I hope you will come to see me and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival with a basket of wine.
Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night
Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan at the firefly.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Du Fu in Gordon Tang Dynasty
In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach.
Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.
Bad luck has formed a bitter frost on my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick dust in my wine.
Zhong Qiu yue song sushi
The evening clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
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 is incredible, adding sorrow and hate 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, the night Ji returned to the hospital was not the time for the veteran to go upstairs.
According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
Autumn rain-tall buildings look forward to dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves of airplanes.
Autumn night-I can't find the sound of autumn when I sleep, and the leaves are full of steps.
Autumn sound-I don't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond. The leaves in front of the steps are already 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.
Autumn moon-the moonlight is soaked, and the sky and the light echo each other.
Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die in the branches than to blow the north wind.
There is no news from old friend Li Wan, so he is going to ask.
Autumn sorrow-don't be idle, write your sorrow alone at night.
Autumn is prosperous-the west wind blows all over the lake leaves, and it is unique to change your autumn clothes for the first time.
Autumn bosom-it's a pity to go out and watch the fallen leaves flying by the lake.
Qiu Meng —— When I first returned to the autumn night, I was worried about a lamp in front of my bed.
Memories of autumn-the anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane, and the phoenix tree shakes down the autumn hometown.
Autumn enlightenment-everyone explains autumn sadness, unlike poets who know it thoroughly.
The smell of autumn-crickets only know that autumn comes early and there is a lot of rain on the banana.
6. What vocal poems are there in autumn?
Autumn is a poem, a painting, a song and a beautiful dream.
Autumn is beautiful, and beauty lies in the clarity. Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful.
When the whirling yellow leaves leave the track of seasonal changes, Qiu Lin shows her beauty and straightness more and more, which is a kind of free and easy detachment without any modification. The most fascinating thing is that the setting sun is reflected in Lin Qiu, and the horizon is intoxicating red, reflecting the gathering twilight. The cool evening breeze, accompanied by dusk, is an unspeakable sadness! Shui Yue, gentle and clear as a mother's eyes, is the most affectionate. Streams rush out from the cracks in the stones, beating lively notes and flowing with autumn figures and charm.
Autumn is sentimental because she has so many children. Seeds sown in spring are harvested in autumn! The bright autumn moon is more affectionate. The bright moon casts a beautiful afterglow, covering the earth with a veil, revealing warm, quiet and dreamy beauty. Autumn is implicit.
After experiencing the prosperity of spring and the enthusiasm of summer, she no longer pursues glitz and praise, but quietly and quietly blends into a faint Qiu Guang. Autumn is colorful, with yellow leaves, green trees and red flowers.