Poetry about late autumn 1. Poetry describing late autumn
In late autumn, Cai Wu of Changsha served Du Fu and the Tang family, knowing each other and being kind and far-sighted.
Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails. At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.
It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time. Looking forward to the late autumn, I feel sorry for the suburbs of Tang and autumn, and the chrysanthemums are still in bloom in the lonely night.
The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice. After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.
On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk. In the late autumn of Nanhu Lake, Bai Juyi fell into the white dew in Tang and August, and the lake was old.
However, there were many autumn winds, and the load was dumped by half. Climb the green maple with your hands and step on the yellow reeds with your feet.
Bleak old glory, cold autumn hug. Huai Chu has brothers, Shu Dao has brothers.
When will Wan Li come? Yan Bobai. In the late autumn of Liu Yong, a light rain sprinkled the pavilion.
The story of chrysanthemum The story of chrysanthemum withered and the Indus River was dead. Sorry, Wangjiangguan.
The clouds are hazy and the setting sun is idle. What a sad sight, overlooking the rivers and mountains, the afterglow of the sunset.
Looking back on that year, Song Yu, who was sentimental, saw how sad this autumn was. She used to climb mountains and rivers. Cicada is singing, leaves are falling, grass is withered, and the corresponding sound is also very loud.
At this time, the whine of fallen leaves and the chirping of crickets in the hay are very noisy. In the posthouse, it's the same as each other, year after year.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the moon is full of cicadas. On second thought.
Night is always comparable to the scenery, and I only think about the past. At that time, fame and fortune did not exist, but in Song Lou brothels and other scenic spots, the time consumed every year.
The infinite city of the capital reminds me that when I was young, I just wanted to have fun every day. In addition, there are many strange friends who linger with the live wine and live songs.
Don't come to the scene quickly, you always swim like a dream, and the smoke and waves are endless. Thinking about fame and fortune, haggard and long.
It is those who have fame and fortune that make me so haggard and will fetter me. Miss the past, leaving residual sadness.
Sobbing gradually, I drew a few corners. Idle by the window, turn off the lights until late, holding the shadow and not sleeping.
2. Poetry describing late autumn
In late autumn, Cai Yong waited on Du Fu and Tang Jiashi, and looked at them from afar.
Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails. At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.
It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time. Looking forward to late autumn, I feel sorry for myself in the suburbs of Tang and autumn, and the chrysanthemums are still in bloom in the lonely night.
The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice. After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.
On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk. In the late autumn of Nanhu Lake, Bai Juyi fell into the white dew in Tang and August, and the lake was old.
However, there were many autumn winds, and the load was dumped by half. Climb the green maple with your hands and step on the yellow reeds with your feet.
Bleak old glory, cold autumn hug. Huai Chu has brothers, Shu Dao has brothers.
When Wan Li will come, Yan Bobai doesn't know whether the court will fall today or tomorrow. It is suspected that Hualin held a court meeting last night: snowflakes fell in the courtyard. Tang Song Wenzhi's Snow in the Garden Should Be Made was swallowed up by the sound of water and ice, but the sand road was covered with snow. Liu Tang Changqing's "Appreciating Zhang Xia's Bitterness and Cold Work on the Way Back to the State on a Snowy Night" has a clear path and snow peaks. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands. Tang Li Bai's satirizing Wang Liyang's refusal to drink Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai.
Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds at dusk, and the snow dance is empty: the wind is swaying. First frost in Dufu's "Making Snow" in Tang Dynasty is in rags, so he can't point it directly: his fingers are stiff.
Tang Du Fu's "Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian": Clouds and gulls dance more, geese fly against the wind, and there is no line: there is no line. Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home in Winter" is short in cold weather, calm in wind and waves, and light in clouds. Tang Du Fu's "Nostalgia in Gongan County" scattered on the bamboo, and the snow scattered in the mountains. Tang Han's "Chu's main office meeting is over, and the money is spent." (One in Zhang Jishi) Who will carve the snow on the ground?
Who cut the snow on the flat ground into smallpox? "Just look at the ridge head like a cloud, and it has been shocked by rock and snow.
Thousands of peaks have thousands of Yushu trees and thousands of pines. When Tang Yuanzhen's "South Qin Xue" entered the room, I sat and watched the bamboo turn into six branches: the snowflake was hexagonal, so it was called "six out". Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.
The bead curtain of Tang Gao's "To Snow" turns over the powder wall, which is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Fan Zhongyan, a proud fisherman from Qiu Si, has a peculiar scenery in Qiu Lai, but nobody cares about Hengyang geese.
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.
3. Late autumn poems
Looking forward to late autumn, I feel sorry for myself in the suburbs of Tang and autumn, and the chrysanthemums are still in bloom in the lonely night.
The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice. After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.
On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk. In the late autumn, Cai Wu of Changsha waited on Du Fu to meet the Tang family, and looked forward to it.
Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails. At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.
It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time. In the late autumn of Nanhu Lake, Bai Juyi fell into the white dew in Tang and August, and the lake was old.
However, there were many autumn winds, and the load was dumped by half. Climb the green maple with your hands and step on the yellow reeds with your feet.
Bleak old glory, cold autumn hug. Huai Chu has brothers, Shu Dao has brothers.
When will Wan Li come? Yan Bobai. /。
4. Poetry describing late autumn
Shorts
Liu Yong
It's late autumn, and a short rain falls on the courtyard. The story of chrysanthemum The story of chrysanthemum withered and the Indus River was dead. Sorry, Wangjiangguan. The clouds are hazy and the setting sun is idle. What a sad sight, overlooking the rivers and mountains, the afterglow of the sunset. Looking back on that year, Song Yu, who was sentimental, saw how sad this autumn was. She used to climb mountains and rivers. Cicada is singing, leaves are falling, grass is withered, and the corresponding sound is also very loud. At this time, the whine of fallen leaves and the chirping of crickets in the hay are very noisy. In the posthouse, it's the same as each other, year after year. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the moon is full of cicadas. On second thought. Night is always comparable to the scenery, and I only think about the past. At that time, fame and fortune did not exist, but in Song Lou brothels and other scenic spots, the time consumed every year. The infinite city of the capital reminds me that when I was young, I just wanted to have fun every day. In addition, there are many strange friends who linger with the live wine and live songs. Don't come to the scene quickly, you always swim like a dream, and the smoke and waves are endless. Thinking about fame and fortune, haggard and long. It is those who have fame and fortune that make me so haggard and will fetter me. Miss the past, leaving residual sadness. Sobbing gradually, I drew a few corners. Idle by the window, turn off the lights until late, holding the shadow and not sleeping.
In the late autumn, Cai Wufeng drank.
Dufutang
Jiashi knows each other, and looks forward to it.
Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails.
At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.
It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time.
Wang Ye in late autumn.
Tang Dynasty
Autumn makes the suburbs feel sorry for themselves, and chrysanthemums are lonely at night.
The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice.
After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.
On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk.
Nanhu late autumn
Baijuyi decoction
In August, the white dew falls and the lake is old.
However, there were many autumn winds, and the load was dumped by half.
Climb the green maple with your hands and step on the yellow reeds with your feet.
Bleak old glory, cold autumn hug.
Huai Chu has brothers, Shu Dao has brothers.
When will Wan Li come? Yan Bobai.
5. Poetry describing late autumn
In the late autumn, Cai Wufeng drank.
Dufutang
Jiashi knows each other, and looks forward to it.
Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails.
At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.
It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time.
Wang Ye in late autumn.
Tang Dynasty
Autumn makes the suburbs feel sorry for themselves, and chrysanthemums are lonely at night.
The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice.
After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.
On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk.
Nanhu late autumn
Baijuyi decoction
In August, the white dew falls and the lake is old.
However, there were many autumn winds, and the load was dumped by half.
Climb the green maple with your hands and step on the yellow reeds with your feet.
Bleak old glory, cold autumn hug.
Huai Chu has brothers, Shu Dao has brothers.
When will Wan Li come? Yan Bobai.
6. Poems describing late autumn scenery
The poem praising "the beauty of late autumn" is as follows:
1. In late autumn, Cai Wu was drinking in Changsha.
Jiashi knows each other, and looks forward to it.
Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails.
At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.
It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time.
2. "Late Autumn Wild Hope" Tang
Autumn makes the suburbs feel sorry for themselves, and chrysanthemums are lonely at night.
The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice.
After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.
On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk.
3. Nanhu Baijuyi Tang in late autumn
In August, the white dew falls and the lake is old.
However, there were many autumn winds, and the load was dumped by half.
Climb the green maple with your hands and step on the yellow reeds with your feet.
Bleak old glory, cold autumn hug.
Huai Chu has brothers, Shu Dao has brothers.
When will Wan Li come? Yan Bobai.
4. Du, "Late Autumn Changsha Cai Wu Waiting for Imperial Drink"
Jiashi knows each other, and looks forward to it.
Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails.
At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.
It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time.
5. Late autumn, Yuan
The cold sound of bamboo dew is surprising.
The wine wakes up in autumn, the wind is urgent and the summer clothes are light.
When you are tired of sleeping, you can interpret your dreams, but when you are idle, you can add to your feelings.
Who pity the pillow alone, slanting the moon through the window.
6. "Mountain Trip" Du Tom
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.
7. Poetry describing late autumn
1, I'll come back when there is a holiday in the mountains and it's chrysanthemum time.
-Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"
2. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps.
-Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.
3, stop to sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February.
-Du Fu's "Mountain Walk"
4, the clear sky cranes row clouds, attracting poetry and fairies.
-Liu Yuxi's autumn poems
9. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
-Fan Zhongyan's The Pride of the Fisherman
10, autumn wind whistling in August, rolling my hair.
-Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
1 1, the autumn wind blows my heart, forever and ever towards Yutong.
-Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge
If the weather is not so cool and sunny this autumn, the quiet evening may seem a bit sad.
-Meng Haoran, "Qiu Deng Wanshan sends Wu Wang"
13, silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies.
-Mutu's autumn night
Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
-Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
15, sprinkle the rainy evening rain on the river and wash it away in clear autumn.
-Liu Yong, "Whispering Ganzhou"
8. Poems describing late autumn
Three poems of autumn heart
Author: Gong Zizhen
one
The heart of autumn is like the sea, but there are unexpected autumn souls.
Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist.
The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes.
There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January.
Secondly,
Suddenly, an official came to the gate and the crowd was pitching.
New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night.
It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid.
The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor and rich, and there are countless people in southern Hunan.
third
What am I thinking? My mind is full of aura.
If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb.
A surname is buried in a certain water and mountain, and its taste is known by its hairpin and handkerchief.
From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman.
Against the wall, the original rhyme week
The experience of fame is endless, and the history of psychology is self-contained.
Autumn is not surprised by the swallows in the hall, but the sunset still loves the crows on the roadside.
It is difficult to be a concubine in the east, and the roots of ancient trees are as deep as flowers.
When the trace of bright red disappears, beauty is buried in the past.