1. Fallen leaves in the Tang Dynasty: Kong Shaoan
In early autumn, the fallen leaves are startling, and they drift like the hearts of guests.
Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.
Translation: Autumn comes early and the leaves fall, which is shocking; the feeling of withering is just like what happened to this distant visitor. The leaves are fluttering as if they don't want to fall to the ground; they are still telling that they can't bear to leave this forest.
2. Three, Five, and Seven Words/Autumn Wind Poems from the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright,
The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again .
When will we know each other when we miss each other? It’s embarrassing to be here this night!
Translation: The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. The fallen leaves in the wind gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are already roosting, but are startled by the bright moon. My friend is looking forward to meeting again, but I don’t know when. At this time of year, at this night, lovesickness dreams are hard to come by.
3. Water Dragon Song·Falling Leaves Song Dynasty: Wang Yisun
The first dawn of frost is in the green forest, and it is early to look forward to the desolation of the homeland. The rustling gradually accumulates, and they fall one after another. The door is deserted and the path is quiet. The Wei River is full of wind, the Dongting is rippled, and there are many autumn waves. I think that the mountains are half gone, thousands of peaks have emerged, and no one has reached the road in the mountains. ?
The previous question is red. Trace the palace ditch and the undercurrent flows around. The crow has not stopped, and the flying dragon is about to pass by, now he embraces it. There are shadows flying through the window, and there is a sound of banging on the bricks, and there are so many people worried. Looking at my house, who can sweep the whole court tonight?
Translation: The morning frost and dew have just adhered to the green woods, and the motherland has already been a desolate scene in the field of vision. The fallen leaves on the ground are gradually accumulating, and the leaves on the trees are about to fall. The front door is deserted and the path is quiet. The autumn wind blows on the Wei River, and the waves of Dongting Lake surge. It's late autumn for several times. I thought that the overlapping mountains were already covered with leaves, the thousands of peaks were full of withered trees, and no one could reach the roads on the mountains. The red inscriptions in the past are no longer seen. Going up the official ditch, there is an undercurrent. The cicadas have not stopped chirping, and the geese are about to pass away. The embrace at this time is sad.
The leaves fell in disorder in front of the window, and the leaves falling on the steps made a sound, how many sad people. Where is my home? But tonight, who will sweep the fallen leaves in the courtyard?
4. Ba Shangqiu lived in the Tang Dynasty: Ma Dai
Bayuan is windy and rainy, and you can see flying geese frequently in the evening.
The deciduous trees in foreign lands are like people alone at night under the cold light.
The empty garden is filled with white dew drops, and there are wild monks nearby.
I have been lying in the suburbs for a long time. When did I die?
Translation: The autumn wind and drizzle in Bayuan have begun to settle, and in the evening I see a flock of wild geese heading south. Facing the fallen leaves of the trees in a foreign country, the lonely lamp in the cold night shines on me alone. In the empty garden, white dew frequently drips from the ground, and a single house only has a wild monk as its neighbor. I have been living in the desolate countryside for a long time. When will I be able to devote myself to the country?
5. Beiqingluo Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The setting sun enters the west, and a lonely monk is visited in the hut. Where is the fallen leaf man? How many floors are there on Hanyun Road? ?
I am knocking the chime alone at night, leaning against a vine. In the dust of the world, I would rather love or hate.
Translation: As the sun set over Mount Kuanxi, I went to visit the lonely monk in his hut. The ground is covered with fallen leaves, where is the monk? The mountains are covered with cold clouds. How long will it take to walk on the mountain road? In the first night, I could only listen to him knocking on the rock alone, leaning against a branch of ivy in leisure.
The whole world is in the dust, why should I have love and hate?