Poems with "Ye"

Leaves are mixed, they are harvested. A gentleman has wine, taste it. There is a rabbit head, a gun to burn, and a gentleman has wine, which can be offered as appropriate. There is a rabbit head, which is burnt, and a gentleman has wine. There is a rabbit head, a coke gun, and a gentleman has wine, and his words will be rewarded. One leaf fell in Licun, and all the other leaves fell. At this time, the scenery is bleak. The painted building has a cold moon shadow and the west wind blows the curtain. Open the curtains and think about the past. Frost leaf Wu Fei Wen Ying broke off the cigarette and left her mood. Care about things, the sunset is red and the frost tree is hidden. Half a pot of autumn water recommends yellow flowers, which are fragrant and windy. Longitudinal jade, light and fast feathers. Who is sad? I remember being drunk and stepping on Nanping, smoking with colorful fans, feeling cold and tired, and not knowing what to do. Talk about the old festival, pass the cup, dust injection tube, worn-out day. The little toad turned sideways to the east fence, and the night was very cold. Early gray hair, worry. Jingbiao left from Wusha. Manxijiang, Cornus officinalis can be seen, but next year, it will be slightly taller. When a leaf falls, it is easy to get bored, but the depression of summer has not subsided, and the cool diving has begun. Cold and warm and ups and downs are the same. Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed. Don't say anything, shake it down, shake it down from here. Title Fallen leaves "Sikongshu" Frost scenery urges dangerous leaves, and today the tree is half empty. Depression makes countries different, and scattered travelers are the same. Cold water floats on the shore, and night insects hold it in order. You can enjoy the wind and get Luoyang Palace. When a leaf falls, it can be light and the leaf is alone, the sky is high and the shadow flows. Come with the wind, and the tree will fall first. The discolored yellow should be close, and the green of Linz is still relatively strong. No one floats on the water like you. You are lonely. It's hard to feel sincerity at first, but it will fade away gradually. Who wants to ask new troubles? Li Qunyu's lotus root is jade in the mud, and its heart bears nectar. It was planted in Tang Jun and buried in Ren Chunpu. Leaves are falling, Wu Rong's red shadow is floating, and the shadow of jade is faint. Leave the forest and don't know where to go back. The colorless smoke with sadness is still there, and hatred has turned into crying. If the current should follow Wan Li, don't fly alone because of the wind. In the suburbs of Chu, the autumn sound of thousands of trees is urgent, and the guest clothes make the evening. Meteorite leaves can't bypass the lane, the stream is red, and the depression drives the north wind. Birds stay in other forests, and singing insects are carried in floating water. Small stones are first buried, but long branches are not finished. Lishi, holding a frosted book, is reading in the white clouds. I smell fallen leaves and clear snow, and there is a rustling night wind. Because of the memory of the night of the old country, several plants are empty by the water. Boil the tea and simply burn it, and the moss will turn red. I won't leave here next year, I will see green bushes. Before the leaves fall in autumn, you can see your neighbors outside the window. Who is surprised in the world, Lin alone sweeps the frequency. Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning. It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of singing birds gave the trees a breath of spring. Fallen leaves repair rain and idle fields, heavy leaves are red. Looking back at spring, I believe there is autumn wind. Several places follow the running water, and the river is in chaos. You should only be on your own, not with you. Fallen leaves with clear frost moonlight across the earth, lying listening to residual leakage seems to be love. Leaves rustle for no reason, it makes rain and sad people make sounds together. Poems about leaves are blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors and cold smoke on the waves. -Fan Zhongyan "The leaves are fragrant, and the night is silent and cold. —— Fan Zhongyan's pond is covered with moss at three or four o'clock, and there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves. The days are long and the birds are light. -Yan Shu doesn't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest. Why don't you sing and go? -Su Shi's chrysanthemum is black and frosty all night, and new buds and green leaves shine on the forest. —— Su Shi Ye Chuyang has been raining all night, and the water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus are at one stroke. -Zhou Bangyan's "Nine Chapters", two flowers, two leaves and two branches. -The nameless leaves of the banyan tree are full of egrets, and the curtain is half covered with yellow rain. -Li Mixun shows that Mai Liangang's mulberry leaves are cheap and look at the new cocoons. —— Fan Chengda, under the pond with autumn cold and red leaves, grows together with the clouds. -Jiang Kui is untitled, and all the fallen leaves are sad. -Zhang Yanfeng quilt long, green leaves cover Zhu Ke. -Yang Fang Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs": The autumn wind is curling, and the Dongting waves under the leaves. Xie Zhuang Yuefu: Dongting makes waves, and the wood industry is slightly detached. Lu Jue's Song of Jieshi King in Linjiang: Under the leaves, Jiang Bolian, the autumn moon shines on the clouds and rests on the mountain. Wang Bao's Crossing Hebei: Autumn wind blows the leaves, and the cave is like waves.