1. Do you have some poems about sycamore leaves?
Niu Cong wrote about Chaoyang Rock. The road to climb the rosette on the rocks is not lost. The wind is good in the morning and the waves are low.
The cave is named Chaoyang, and there should be parasol trees waiting for the phoenix to rest. Xue Neng's Autumn Inscription: Sitting alone in the southeast, I see the morning stars, the white clouds are slightly transparent and clear.
A monk sits on a phosphorus-phosphorus stone, with a single leaf of sycamore falling halfway into the courtyard. Shao Ye, Han Palace Well. The sound of the windlass left the palace in silence, and Ban Ji looked at the golden well several times.
The sycamore trees are old and the flowers are blooming, still like the beautiful figures of that time. Lu Guimeng Nojing There are many wells exposed in front of Zhu Pavilion, and beauties pass under the green parasol trees.
Cold spring may not be like this, but there is nothing wrong with the silver bottle. Luo Yin listens to the pipa, listens to the fragrant banquet and drinks wine, and wanders away from his thoughts. Occasionally, he smells it in the dark of the parasol tree.
There is hatred in all the songs, and the whole house does not know you. He Ning's 100 poems about the palace. The sound of nature sings about the wind and the swallows return to the society. The lotus in Zhugong is fragrant, old and green, and the moss is fat.
At night, frost falls on the sycamore leaves, and the royal robes enter the palace in the bright light. Li Zhong's Two Poems for the Spring Boudoir: The dust is dim and the water chestnuts are lazy in repairing their appearance, their peach blossoms are all red.
The jade plug dream returns and the remaining candle is there, and the phoenix tree sings outside the window. Teng Qian's "Feng Guiyun" Two Poems: Yu Yi can be seen beside the railing of the golden well, and cold branches are lodged on the sycamore branches.
Prince Wuling admired Wencai and painted and embroidered clothes of beautiful ladies. Mrs. Flower Stamens, Palace Poems (the following forty-one poems by Wang Gui are composed by the children of the Liyuan Garden). The willows lead to the ditch in the shade, and the green parasol trees surround the red tower.
The Tengwang Pavilion in Jinling City is a shameless painting. Yao Yuehua The Chu Concubine's Resentment The golden well is under the sycamore leaves, and the windlass is pulled across by the windlass.
When the beauty first wakes up, the sky is still dark, and the autumn water is cold as she brushes the silver vase with her hands. Liu Yuan's "Resentment of Changmen" The rain drops on the sycamore trees in the long autumn night, the sorrowful heart and the rain arrive in Zhaoyang.
If you don’t learn from your kindness, the tear stains will be wiped away thousands of times. Zhao Xuzhou plays a gift. The leaves of the sycamore tree are in full bloom, and the branches are lowered after the rain.
There is no need for crows and birds to report, as his family has its own phoenix perch. Zhang Yaoyao's Two Poems of Spring Thoughts The Inoue sycamore tree is the concubine's move, and at night the flowers bloom on the highest branch.
If you don’t plant seeds in the boudoir, you will learn about it when spring comes. Xue Tao Farewell Li Langzhong The flowers fell on the phoenix tree and the phoenix fell on the phoenix tree. It was even more desolate to climb the Qinling Mountains.
Even though Anren had poems and poems, half of them were mixed with mourning for his death. Shang Yan Sings on an Autumn Night The parasol trees sing in sorrow at night beside the rain, fluffing up their clothes and the color of moss invades them.
In vain, there is no connection in life, and the mountains and rivers of southern Hunan are found by others. The fine rhyme of the repaired pine trees chills the bones, and the shadows of nesting cranes cross the high wall.
The roots are planted on the ground, so the sycamore trees will not grow long. Li Qiao's Late Scene is Depressed by Jian Ersanzi. Chu Keqiu is sad, and Liangtai looks at the credit in the evening.
The sycamore tree has lowered its leaves, and the mountain cinnamon is about to bloom. The air is directed toward the cold dew, and the light is drawn toward the sunset.
Long songs and white water songs, green pond flowers in the sky. Han Yu's Two Elegies for Princess Huikang of the Liang Kingdom. She was given a posthumous title and her reputation was far away, and she was transferred to a new title in the great country.
The eldest daughter of the Xun Palace is a beloved person. It's a night with heavy springs in the river, and the sycamore trees are half in spring.
The dragon is not tired of Zhai, but also washes away the dust of the forbidden city. Meng Jiao's Songs and Lyrics·Lienvcao The phoenix trees treat each other as they grow old, and the mandarin ducks will die together.
A chaste woman sacrifices her husband, and so does her life. I swear I can't make waves, but I have water in my heart.
Meng Jiao Li Nu Cao If the parasol trees treat each other as they grow old, they will both die. A virgin is worthy of her husband, even if she sacrifices her life.
I swear I can’t stand the trouble, but I have water in my heart. Xue Qitong's Songs of Xianghe·Two Poems of Resentment In the evening, the parasol trees fell, and it was slightly cold inside the forbidden wall.
Three birds hang over the moon, and the frost covers thousands of autumn doors. Dance with love for your new favorite, look sad and weep for old favors.
It's unbearable to be in the deep palace, and it's dusk outside the curtain. Chang Jian Jiang Shang Qin Xing Jiang Shang tunes jade qin, one string clears the mind.
The seven strings are clear and cool, and the trees are clear and dark. It can make the moon in the river white and the water in the river deep.
I just realized that sycamore branches can symbolize gold. Cui Shu It's sunny at the foot of the mountain at night. The sky is clear in the distance, and the stream is empty.
The slanting light scatters the rain, and the autumn air produces a white rainbow. The clouds are gone and the mountains are dim, and the northwest wind is sluggish.
In the old forest, there is a sycamore tree under a leaf. Li Bai presented three poems to Cui Qiupu. I love Cui Qiupu like Tao Lingfeng.
There are five willow trees in front of the door and two sycamore trees on the well. Mountain birds are busy in the hall, and flowers on the eaves are falling into the wine.
Huaijun cannot bear to leave, and I feel endless melancholy. Li Bai Climbs Xie Zhenbei Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn. The river city is like a painting, with mountains at dawn and a clear sky.
Two waters hold a bright mirror, and two bridges hold a rainbow. The crowds are cold, the orange and pomelo trees are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind. Li Bai's Autumn Love After a few days of separation, there was a sunflower in front of the door.
The cicadas are chirping in the sycamore trees, and they are chirping sadly day and night. The white dew wets the fireflies, and the clear frost wets the rabbit silk.
The sky is covered with purple robes, and the cry is endless. Xue Qitong's Two Poems on Chu Palace The parasol trees fell in the evening, and the slight cold entered the forbidden wall.
Three birds hang over the moon, and the frost covers thousands of autumn doors. Dance with love for your new favorite, look sad and weep for old favors.
It's unbearable to be in the deep palace, and it's dusk outside the curtain. When Du Fu sent Mr. Jiage out of Ruzhou, he planted a sycamore tree in the west and left a courtyard empty.
It is difficult to return to my hometown, but to live there will destroy my spring heart. The palace is separated by a green gate, and the clouds and mountains are deep in purple.
Life is precious, but don’t be invaded by two cents. Yang Juyuan Sends Tian Che to Tian Che in the Earthen Temple after Qingming Festival. Thousands of families will be in the prime of their lives during the Qingming Festival.
The elms and willows bloom like fire, and the phoenix trees bloom today. The temple is decorated with beautiful clouds, and the incense carts are carried on the streets.
When Tian Lang left melancholy, he returned to where the smoke and trees were leaning. Meng Jiao sent me off to the Chu land of my uncle, and my love for returning seemed to be in the sky, floating in the waves of Chu.
The feather fan sweeps away the light sweat, and the cloth sail screens the gentle breeze. The flowers in the river are folded, and the shadows of the sycamore trees are moored on the banks.
Uncle Yuan sings farewell, and the humble student is full of worries. Meng Haoran's sentence: The clouds are light and the river is thin, and the raindrops are sparse on the sycamore trees.
Zhu Fang's sentence The wind blows and the banana trees are torn apart, and the birds peck at the sycamore trees. (Also "Poetic Style").
Linghu Chu’s Miscellaneous Songs·Two Songs of Farewell and Farewell The golden ears of willows and the jade branches of sycamore trees. The news of spring is gone, and sooner or later it’s time to return.
*** Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics·Wall Flowers Crickets chirp in the bridal chamber, and parasol trees fall into golden wells. I cut my dance clothes for you, but the weather is cold and the scissors are cold.
Linghu Chu's two poems of "Farewell and Separation" have golden ears of willows and jasper branches of sycamores. The news of spring is gone, and sooner or later it is time to return.
Two poems by Zhang Hu: Flowers on the Wall. Crickets chirp in the bridal chamber, and parasol trees fall into the golden well. I cut my dance clothes for you, but the weather is cold and the scissors are cold.
Cao Ye got up early. The moon fell to the west of the waves, and the door was open and the trees were shadowless. At this time, I returned to Menglan and stood in Wutong Well.
Lu Yan Wutong Shadow The setting sun is setting and the autumn wind is cold. Whether the old friend will come tonight or not, I will teach people to set up all the shadows of the phoenix trees.
(See Zhang Wei's "Host and Guest Picture") Song Ruohua mocked Lu Chang. The twelfth floor leans against the green sky, with phoenixes and phoenixes facing the parasol trees.
Shuangcheng went to report to the prison guard that Wu Xi should not be allowed to enter the Han Palace. Zhang Ji's Songs of Prime Minister and Concubine Chu's Resentment The golden well is under the sycamore leaves, and the windlass is pulled across by the windlass.
When the beauty first wakes up, the sky is still dark, and the autumn water is cold as she brushes the silver vase with her hands. Liu Shiyuan's Poems on Prime Minister's Harmony·Two Songs of Complaints about Changmen The raindrops on the sycamore trees are long in the autumn night, and the sorrowful heart and the rain reach Zhaoyang.
If you don’t learn from your kindness, the tear stains will be wiped away thousands of times. Wang Changling's Song of Harmony · Changing Faith and Resentment The leaves of Jinjing sycamore trees turn yellow in autumn, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by the night frost.
The golden stove and jade pillow have no color, and when I lie down, I listen to the sound of Nangong’s clear water. Zhang Hu's Qin Songs and Songs·Sima Xiangru's Qin Songs The phoenixes are not without phoenixes, the mountains are heavy and the rivers are vast and immeasurable.
The sycamore trees are yin in the morning sun, the feathers are weak and the water is singing high. Teng Qian's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Feng Guiyun I saw Yu Yi beside the railing of the golden well. 2. Verses describing the sycamore trees in autumn
"The Book of Songs·Wind·Ding Zhi Fang Zhong": "Ding Zhi Fang Zhong was composed in the Chu Palace. He used the sun to create it in the Chu Chamber. The hazelnuts and chestnuts in the tree, The chair is made of tung and zither, and the harp is playing the harp
2. "The Book of Songs, Daya, Volume A": "The phoenix sings on that high hill. The phoenix trees are growing and the sun is rising there. Qi Qi, Yong Yong Jie Jie.
He Zhu's "Partridge Sky" "After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew without their companions"
3. "Peacocks Flying Southeast": "Plant pines and cypresses in the east and west, and pine and cypresses in the left and right." Wutong. The branches cover each other, and the leaves communicate with each other.
4. Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" "When the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain" 5. Gao Ming's "Farewell" "Prepare for the night." "The rain falls on the sycamore tree, and the tears often fall down."
6. Guangqun Fangpu·Mupu Liutong" "When one leaf of the sycamore tree falls, the whole world knows autumn. "
7. Zhu Shuzhen's "Bodhisattva Man·Autumn": "The sound of autumn suddenly rises, the leaves fall, and the chirping of crickets adds to the desolation. "
8. Liu Yong's "Jade Butterfly": "The water breeze is gentle, the flowers are getting old, the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are floating yellow. "
9. Zhao Changqing's "Bu Suanzi: Deep Autumn": "Where do you know autumn best? The wind is in Wutong Well. "
10. Meng Jiao's "Autumn Huai": "The withered sycamores are towering, and the sound is like mourning bombs. "
11. Wen Tingyun's "Genggluzi": "The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and true suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the empty steps drip to the light. "
12. Zhang Ji's "Sparse Curtain and Pale Moon" "The rain is thin on the sycamore trees. Gradually the drops make the sound of autumn, shattered by the wind."
13. Zhou Zizhi's "Partridge Sky" "It rains on the sycamore leaves at midnight, and the sound of the leaves is parting."
14. Liu Guo "Congratulations to the Bridegroom" "Sleeping in the guest house with a new pillow, listening to the trembling of the sycamore rain and the autumn wind" 3. Poems describing the sycamore tree in autumn
1. Shadow of the sycamore tree·the setting sun
Tang Dynasty Generation: Lu Yan
The setting sun is setting, and the autumn wind is cold. Tonight, my old friend will not come, but I will leave the shadows of the parasol trees.
The sun has set in the west. As we are about to go down the mountain, the autumn wind blows, and I feel even more lonely. After waiting for so long, why haven’t my old friends come yet? Have we waited for a long time? The night has fallen and the moon is shining all over the ground. I don’t know how long it has passed, but the shadow of the phoenix tree has become sparse, and even the shadow of the moon has disappeared.
2. Ode to the phoenix tree
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
The towering sky is a hundred feet tall, and the autumn stars are sweeping away the dawn frost.
Why not plant the green-haired Yaofeng Huang upside down in Xizhou?
Translation
The tall sycamore trees can sweep away the stars of the autumn night in the sky at dusk, and the dawn frost can fall.
Why not plant it in Yangzhou to attract phoenixes to live there?
3. Huanxisha·When the rain breaks, the sycamore trees burst into tears
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
When the rain breaks, the sycamore trees burst into tears, and I reminisce with nostalgia. From scratch. Pick flowers and hate the old fashion.
The peach people in the curtain shadow have gone, and the traces of the grass and the moss path remain empty. Where between the eyebrows is the moon like a hook?
Translation
The autumn rain has stopped, and the sycamore leaves no longer drip rain, as if they have stopped dripping tears. Re-remember and release your feelings. I remember that I had a wonderful romantic past with the person I missed. (Recall) That beautiful figure and peach blossom-like face, but the person has left (but I don’t know where the person has gone). Only the tiny shoe marks were left on the moss-covered path. Where is the person who misses you, there is only a lonely person like a bright moon.
4. Picking mulberry seeds·The windlass goes to Jinjing and the sycamore trees are late
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
The windlass and the sycamore trees are going to fly in Jinjing late, and a few trees are startling autumn. The rain brings new sorrow during the day, and a hundred-foot shrimp's whiskers are on the jade hook.
The Qiong window is broken and wrinkled in spring, and I look back. If you want to send your scales to swim, the nine winding cold waves will not follow the current.
Translation
In late autumn, under the sycamore tree and beside the golden well, the ground is covered with fallen leaves. Trees change in autumn, and people feel sad when they see the autumn colors. Holding on to the hundred-foot curtain, looking at the drizzle outside the window, new sorrows are added to the old sorrows.
The longing woman in her boudoir stood alone at the window, thinking that her time was passing by and her wishes were hard to come true, so she frowned and felt worried in her heart. Looking back at the border area, there has been no news from Zhengren for a long time. She wanted to send a letter, but the cold waves of the Yellow River were surging and it was difficult to go upstream. The missing woman could only keep watch in loneliness.
5. Happy meeting·Wu Yan went up to the West Tower alone
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Wan Yan went up to the West Tower alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.
Translation
The lonely man was silent and slowly climbed up the west tower alone. Looking up at the sky, the waning moon is like a hook. The sycamore tree stands alone in the courtyard, and the deep courtyard is shrouded in the cold and desolate autumn colors.
What makes people feel confused and confused is the pain of country subjugation. This kind of sorrow of divorce and longing has a different feeling in my heart now. 4. Poems about the sycamore tree
Farewell to Li Langzhong Xue Tao's flowers have fallen from the phoenix tree and the phoenix has fallen from the phoenix tree. It is even more desolate to climb to the Qinling Mountains.
Even though Anren had poems and poems, half of them were mixed with mourning for his death. Beginning of Autumn Liu Han's breasts and crows' crows scattered across the jade screen, a pillow with a fresh coolness and a fan of wind.
There is no place to look for the autumn colors when I wake up. The steps are full of sycamores and the moon is shining brightly. Summer Book Tent, Chen Shulan's Curtain, the wind is gentle and the sun is growing, the front of the court is filled with the fragrance of lotus.
It is said that the man is in the sycamore tree, and I wish to transform myself into a phoenix. On an autumn night, Chen Wenshu saw the Milky Way under the leaves of the sycamore tree, and the dew air was cold and blue at the window.
The sound of insects and two rows of wild geese on the four walls, I don’t know where to get more autumn. Sentence: Meng Haoran, the clouds are light and the river is pale, and the raindrops are sparse on the sycamore trees.
Zhu Zhu Huai good control, Xiao Xiao Gu Leming. Happy Meeting Li Yu silently went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked deep in the courtyard in the clear autumn.
Continuous cutting and chaos are the sorrow of divorce, [there is no ordinary feeling in the heart. Sitting at night, there is no one in Zhang Lei's courtyard. The autumn moon is bright, and the night frost is about to clear up.
The phoenix tree is really unwilling to wither, and its leaves still make a sound in the wind. 5. Words to describe the leaves of the sycamore tree
...There seems to be no special word
The leaves of the sycamore tree are big, like a palm. The layers and strings are densely packed, like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, and like huge green velvet umbrellas.
In spring, those sycamore trees began to sprout, and the green buds were like small green flowers. The trunk is so thick and straight, and the top of the tree is so high. It seems that the trunk has shed a layer of skin. When illuminated by the sun, the silvery white flashes with a little gold... When you walk next to the sycamore tree, it seems to be saying: "Classmates , Spring is here! Come and welcome Miss Spring! ”
In summer, the fierce sun shines brightly. With the plane trees, the scorching sun can only cast little spots of light. Some of these spots look like tigers, some like clouds, and some like spiders... We look at these spots under the plane trees and find them interesting and cool. .
In autumn, the sycamore tree bears many sycamore fruits, and there are small thorns on the round fruits, like longans. The golden leaves set off the small brown fruits, which is very beautiful.
In winter, the north wind blows loudly, and the sycamore trees have fallen leaves. The withered yellow leaves are swirling and falling continuously, like golden butterflies flying in the north wind. There are also layers on the ground. At this time, we swept the leaves together and piled them at the foot of the wall. During the campfire party, the students lit piles of leaves. Light smoke curled up, and brown flames sprang up. The dancing smoke and dancing flames reflected on our smiling faces, causing us to ponder: Indus tree, indus tree, how much happiness and expectations you have given us! You once announced spring to us, you once provided us with shade; now you burn yourself again, giving us happiness and warmth.
6. Sentences describing the leaves of the sycamore tree
The green leaves of the old sycamore tree are overwhelming, like clouds floating down from the sky.
The small sycamore tree that had overcome the majestic cold wind had its young leaves blooming from its terminal buds. The young leaves turned from brown to yellow, and soon turned to emerald green, waving to us like little hands. Under the sun, the leaves of the sycamore tree are particularly eye-catching. They are palm-shaped and dark green, like big green hands guiding people.
When the breeze blows, the sound of "rustling" is endless. The sycamore leaves gently swayed its petite body and danced on the branches, as if they would fall down accidentally.
Sometimes it looks like a strong guard, standing upright on the branches, not afraid of wind and rain, which makes people feel shocked. The delicate sycamore flowers bloom in the drizzle, like a girl in love, dancing on the branches, dancing in spring.
Looking from a distance, the sycamore flowers are as white as snow and as pink as clouds, with a faint hint of purple. What surprised me was that the phoenix flowers at this time were dense and compact, with not a single leaf visible, but just squeezing in and out.
A little light pink and swaying branches give people a hazy beauty. Clusters, clusters, dancing up and down in the sky, like a girl's beautiful skirt, shy yet generous, brilliant and gorgeous, with steaming clouds and rosy clouds, intoxicating.
"The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the farmyard sycamore trees are beginning to bloom." In spring, those sycamore trees began to sprout, and the green buds looked like small green flowers.
The trunk is so thick and straight, and the top of the tree is so high. It seems that the trunk has shed a layer of skin. When illuminated by the sun, the silvery white flashes with a little gold... When you walk to the sycamore tree, it It seems to be saying: "Classmates, spring is here! Come welcome Miss Spring!" What a tall sycamore tree! You sacrifice yourself, but give others happiness and convenience! Your spirit will always be in our hearts, taking root and sprouting like a seed. In autumn, the sycamore tree bears many sycamore fruits, and there are small thorns on the round fruits, like longans.
The golden leaves set off the small brown fruits, which is very beautiful. After the rain, the sycamore leaves look so green and lovely.
It is like taking a warm bath, full of vitality. The dark green leaves danced in the wind and rain, as if they were happy with their outfit? Some leaves curled up together, like a little girl's fluffy skirt, showing their beauty after the rain.
Some leaves still have a few water drops rolling on them. Looking from a distance, they look like a few crystal pearls on green jade. It is really wonderful! The leaves of the sycamore tree behind the fog are extremely beautiful. They are as petite as a newborn baby. There is a thin layer of water mist on the leaves. When you touch them gently, they are wet. There are a few more water drops in the middle of the leaves. They are extremely beautiful. They look like As petite as a newborn, there is a thin layer of water mist on the leaves. When you touch it gently, it is wet, and there are a few more water droplets in the middle of the leaves. When the wind blows, the leaves sway back and forth, like a "little baby" in a cradle, unable to be blown by the wind or protected from rain.
The leaves of the sycamore tree are like a shy girl who refuses to show her face. When the sycamore leaves are middle-aged, they are half yellow and half green, which is pleasing to the eye.
The leaves of the sycamore tree are so big that they can cover a person's face. The edges are uneven, and the highest point is also the sharpest. Generally, a sycamore tree leaf is 17 cm high and 19 cm wide, and looks like a big fan.
The leaves of the sycamore tree are big, like palms. The layers and strings are densely packed, like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, and like huge green velvet umbrellas.
In spring, those sycamore trees began to sprout, and the green buds were like small green flowers. The trunk is so thick and straight, and the top of the tree is so high. It seems that the trunk has shed a layer of skin. When illuminated by the sun, the silvery white flashes with a little gold... When you walk next to the sycamore tree, it seems to be saying: "Classmates , spring is here! Come welcome the spring girl! "In summer, the fierce sun is shining brightly.
With the sycamore tree, the scorching sun can only cast little spots of light. Some of these light spots look like tigers, some like clouds, and some like spiders... We look at these light spots under the sycamore tree. , I find it interesting and cool. In autumn, the sycamore tree bears many sycamore fruits. There are small thorns on the round fruits, like longans.
The golden leaves set off the small brown fruits, which is very beautiful. In winter, the north wind blows loudly, and the sycamore trees have fallen leaves.
The withered yellow leaves are swirling and falling continuously, like golden butterflies flying in the north wind. There are also layers on the ground.
At this time, we swept the leaves together and piled them at the foot of the wall. During the campfire party, the students lit piles of leaves.
Light smoke curled up, and brown flames jumped up. The dancing smoke and dancing flames reflected on our smiling faces, causing us to ponder: Indus tree, indus tree, how much happiness and expectations you have given us! You once announced spring to us, you once provided us with shade; now you burn yourself again, giving us happiness and warmth.
The leaves of the sycamore tree fall on the ground like flying butterflies; the leaves of the maple tree are as red as balls of fire. The leaves of the sycamore tree are as big as the palm of your hand and have serrated edges.
There are still a few leaves that have not fallen. It seems that they are unwilling to leave the arms of the big tree mother and want to "sleep" again. The companions are already "rolling" on the ground, as if calling their compatriots! The leaves on the tree are a bit greedy, and I want to be taken by Grandpa Feng to play with everyone! A breeze blows, and the leaves hold Grandpa Feng's hand and start their own happy journey. In late spring, the huge leaves of the sycamore tree are piled up on the branches and treetops. They are densely packed and really beautiful. The sycamore trees look like mighty trees. Sentinels stood on both sides of the street, as if guarding the city, and as if they were deliberately shielding pedestrians from the sun. In winter, the north wind blows loudly, and the sycamore trees have fallen leaves.
The withered yellow leaves are swirling and falling continuously, like golden butterflies flying in the north wind. There are also layers on the ground.
At this time, we swept the leaves together and piled them at the foot of the wall. During the campfire party, the students lit piles of leaves.
Light smoke curled up, and brown flames jumped up. The dancing smoke and dancing flames reflected on our smiling faces, causing us to ponder: Indus tree, indus tree, how much happiness and expectations you have given us! You once announced spring to us, you once provided us with shade; now you burn yourself again, giving us happiness and warmth.
The leaves of the sycamore tree are like golden crowns, swaying on the branches. Seeing it reminds me of gold. 7. Excerpts of poems describing autumn maple leaves, sycamore leaves, ginkgo leaves and other leaves
The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in the Dongting are under the wooden leaves - "Nine Songs of Mrs. Xiang" by Qu Yuan of the Warring States Period
There are many fallen leaves in the palm garden, and I feel relieved to know that it is already autumn - "Repay Liu Chaisang" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
The sycamore leaves fall all over the courtyard, and the red gate is locked in the deep courtyard. It was a place of hard work in the past, but I will not lose sight of my original intention today. ---Wei Fu Gongyuan title
The parasol tree falls in dew and dies first, while the pine and osmanthus pine and osmanthus wither after relying on the frost. It's not that things last forever in the world, so what's so special about being temporary and fragile. ---Pei Yizhi's message
The pavilion follows the phoenix, and the square pot crosses the ao. I borrowed ginkgo leaves and gave me brocade and hanging grapes. ---: "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty" Author: Yuan Zhen
In early autumn, the fallen leaves are startling, and they are falling like a guest's heart. Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest. ——"Falling Leaves" Kong Shaoan
The red maples shine like fire in the mountains, and the cold autumn wind hits the trees; the red leaves will separate branches at the right time, and the maples will be red all over the mountains next year.
——Hongfeng (Yu Shao)
Seeing off guests on the Xunyang River on the first night, maple leaves and flowers rustling in autumn——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Tour"
Parking and sitting in the maple forest at night, Frost leaves are redder than flowers in February----Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"
The Ming Dynasty hangs sails, and maple leaves fall one after another----Li Bai's "Night Mocking in Niuzhu Nostalgia"
The maple leaves cover thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the evening sails----Yu Xuanji's "Jianling is sad and wishes to send children peace"
I paint the long blue river water, and love the maple leaves in the evening pavilion----Tang Yin's I love Qiuxiang》