Ancient poetry is a general term for ancient Chinese poetry. It refers to Chinese poetry works before 1840 in terms of time. From the perspective of meter, ancient poetry can be divided into ancient poetry and modern poetry. Below I will share with you some poems about autumn for your reference and study. Autumn Poems 1
"Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
When Gui Po was born, the autumn dew was faint, and the light ruffles were already thin and the clothes were not changed. The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty room.
"Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
"Midnight Autumn Song" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes. The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two.
On what day when the barbarians are defeated, a good man will stop his expedition.
"Climbing the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The river city is like a painting, with mountains at dawn and a clear sky. The rain catches the bright mirror, and a rainbow falls on the two bridges.
The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are cold, and the autumn colors are old sycamore trees. Who wants to be in the north building? I feel grateful to you in the wind. Autumn Poems 2
"Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.
Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn and sending a picture to Meng Haoran from the Five Tang Dynasties
In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. When we look at each other, we climb high, and our hearts follow the wild geese.
Sorrow arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?
"Climbing High" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky howl in mourning, and the white birds fly back from the clear sand in Zhugistan. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and is alone on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.
"Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
"Mid-Autumn Moon" by Tang Bai Juyi
The clear light thousands of miles away is unimaginable, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world. Who has been garrisoning outside Long for a long time? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court?
The old lady who fell out of favor returned to the courtyard at night, when the old general did not go upstairs. The Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away from his knowledge. Autumn. Poetry 3
Song of Songs by Cao Pi in the Wei and Jin Dynasties
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning to frost. The flock of swallows bid farewell and return to the south to fly. I miss you so much when you travel as a guest.
I miss my hometown so much that I want you to stay and send me somewhere else. The humble concubine stays alone in the empty room, worrying about you and not forgetting about you.
Unconsciously, my clothes are stained with tears. The sound of the piano's strings brings forth the Qing Dynasty, but the short songs and slight chants cannot be long. The bright moon shines brightly on my bed,
The stars are drifting westward into the night. The morning glory and the weaver girl look at each other from a distance, how can you live alone in the river beam?
The Autumn Wind Says a Farewell to the Two Han Dynasties by Liu Che
The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, the grass and trees turn yellow and the wild geese return south. The orchids are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and I can’t forget the beauty I have in my heart.
The floating boat is coming to the Fen River, and the Su wave is flowing across the middle. The flutes and drums are singing, and the music is singing, and there is great joy and much sadness.
How can you be old when you are young?
Rewarding Liu Chaisang, Tao Yuanming in the Wei and Jin Dynasties
Being poor and widowed, people forget about the four directions. There are many fallen leaves in the palm garden, and I am relieved to know that it is autumn.
New sunflowers bloom in the north, and Jiazhong supports the south. I am not happy now. Do you know that there will be a new year?
The fortune-teller will take a weak child with him and travel far away on a good day.
An Autumn Day in Shi'an - Questions from the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty
The scenery in Guilin is unique, and autumn is like spring in Luoyang.
The weather is good in Jijiang in the evening, but I am obviously worried about killing people. Cirrus Mountain Corner Ji, gravel water phosphorus.
The world's career is old, and the good years are lonely and secluded. Returning to lie in the sea, what value is there to my body?
Wangchuan's leisurely residence is presented to Pei Xiucai and Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty.
The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows day by day. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, I listen to the evening cicadas in the wind.
The sun is setting over the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins. After returning home, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees. Autumn Poems 4
A long letter of resentment to Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn leaves of Jinjing Wutong are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by the night frost. The jade pillow of the golden stove has no color, and I can lie down and listen to the sound of Nangong's clear water.
When the Golden Palace opens with a broom, I will temporarily fan Pei back. The jade face is not as bright as the color of a jackdaw, but still carries the shadow of the sun.
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty in the mountains
White rocks emerge from Jingxi, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather. There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
Looking at Qinchuan by Li Qi of the Tang Dynasty
Looking towards Qinchuan, the sun rises on the due east peak. The mountains and rivers far and near are pure, and the winding city is heavy with towers.
Autumn sounds like thousands of bamboos, and Wuling pines look cold. The guest returns and sighs, feeling sad that the frost and dew are thick.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty ascended the Xieyao North Tower in Xuancheng in autumn
The river city is like a painting, with mountains at dawn and a clear sky. There is a bright mirror between two waters, and a rainbow falls over two bridges.
The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are cold, and the autumn colors are old sycamore trees. Who wants to be in the north building? I feel grateful to you in the wind.
A gift from Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty to Pei Shiyu when he felt the rain.
The rain is cold in autumn, and the wind is clear and the river is cool. The aloof man embroidering clothes enjoys the cool and unrestrained Qingxia.
I am grateful throughout my life. Loyalty is not an external reward. Misfortune arises from accumulated resentment, and things end in Kuchuan.
There are strong men in the state of Chu, and Yan Ying sweeps them away. Shen Bao weeps in Qin Ting, and he weeps blood and will look forward to peace.
The corpse has been whipped and humiliated, and Luo Sumang appears in the hall. Quite like today's people, cheating thieves and trapping loyalty.
How can taxes be returned to martingale even though they are separated by water? Listen to the ape's complaints day and night, and cherish your dreams. Autumn Poems 5
Autumn Rain - The moon is shining on the tall buildings at dusk, and the rain is rustling on the sycamore trees.
The sound of autumn - I haven’t realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the phoenix leaves in front of the steps have already sounded the sound of autumn.
Autumn Leaves - The wind blows on the bamboo in the deep night, and the sound of the leaves and leaves is filled with hatred.
Autumn colors - the new moss in the fish-infested urn is green, and the leaves in the horizontal forest are red in autumn.
Autumn Moon——The moonlight soaks into the water and soaks into the sky, creating a clear and bright atmosphere that echoes with each other.
Autumn chrysanthemum - I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the wind.
Qiu Si——There is no news about my old friend thousands of miles away, so I went to the river to ask Duanhong.
Autumn - the west wind blows leaves all over the lakeside, and I am so excited to change into autumn clothes for the first time.
Autumn Dream——The first time I return to Qingmeng in the late autumn night, there is a burning lamp in front of my bed.