Feel the beauty of the red leaves in the poem. What are the poems describing red leaves throughout the ages?

Feel the beauty of the red leaves in the poem. What are the poems describing red leaves throughout the ages? Light green water slowly flows into the mountain stream. Sometimes one or two red leaves fall on the water. In the dense forest, some white clouds are flying around. The poet reveled in the beauty of the mountains. Unconsciously, it was dusk. A bird from nowhere flapped its wings and flew into the shade. The sunset reflected the depths of the forest, and the Qiu Chan Belt floated out of the forest. I don't know when the dark clouds will cover the whole sky. I think it will rain tonight in autumn. Many plantations have been planted in Dong Xiao Palace. Unfortunately, no one listened to the beautiful sound of rain beating on the plantation with him. All poems have a beautiful artistic conception, just like a picture scroll, which makes people intoxicated. Late autumn is a pot of wine, red maple leaves and drunken waterways. Take a red leaf, listen to a fog and rain, and walk in the seasonal background in the depths of the years. In the end, you will find that the taste of the world is pure joy.

As a Zen disciple, the poet went to Ji Yun Temple to visit a monk. The temple is located at the top of the mountain, surrounded by white clouds, with a winding path leading to a secluded place. The mountain road is covered with moss. There are fallen leaves in the Woods on both sides. Several deer are running and playing in the forest, stepping on the fallen leaves and making a "country" sound. I don't know how long it took, but the poet finally saw the temple and walked into it. He sprayed a perfume into his nostrils, which was quiet and elegant. In the sound of wooden fish, the poet entered a mysterious Zen kingdom, and all secular problems were forgotten.

Judging from the whole poem, the combination of beauty and Zen created an extremely elegant atmosphere, and after reading it, my heart calmed down. At the same time, with the arrival of the sun dew in the cold period, the autumn frost condenses at midnight and the maple leaves turn red. Appreciating the red leaves in autumn is a great pleasure for people. For centuries, while appreciating the red leaves, scholars have created many famous works with poetic flavor.

Nietzsche said that not dancing every day is a betrayal of life. Similarly, every day that I haven't read poetry is a betrayal of poetry. If you're not ready.