1. Ancient poems about red leaves
The red leaves in Xishan are beautiful, and the dew is heavy and the color is strong----Chen Yi
Thirty miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves rain leisurely ---- Cheng Hao
When the white-headed alchemist arrived, the red leaves in Maoling were already sparse. ----Cui Tu
The yellow flowers add joy to the wine, while the red leaves bring sorrow to the full stage. ---Bai Juyi
Red leaves cover the tiles one after another, and green moss seals the walls. ----Bai Juyi
Don't ask about what happened in Huaqing today. The mountains are covered with red leaves and the palace gates are locked. ----Bai Juyi
White flowers splash in the Toutuo Temple, and red leaf forest cages Parrot Island. ----Bai Juyi
After the red-leaf trees flutter in the wind, the white-bearded man stands in the bright moonlight. ----Bai Juyi
Birds perch on red-leaf trees, and the moon shines on the moss ground. ----Bai Juyi 2. Ancient poems describing red leaves
Sauvignon Blanc
Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains,
Mountain The sky is high in the sky and the water is cold.
I miss the maple leaves.
The ju flowers are blooming, but the ju flowers are withered,
The wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned,
A curtain of wind and moonlight is idle.
"Autumn Moon" by Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty
A clear stream flows through the top of the green mountain, and the empty water is as clear as the autumn color.
Thirty miles away from the mortal world, white clouds and red leaves linger.
"Giving Yuan Jiu in the Autumn Rain" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The red leaves and moss fields are unbearable, and it is a cool windy and rainy day.
Don’t blame me for being so bitter in my autumn thoughts. I am nearly 20 years older than your school.
Seeing off guests on the first night of the Xunyang River, maple leaves and flowers rustling in autumn——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Tour"
Parking and sitting in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are red in February flowers- ---Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"
The Ming Dynasty hangs sails, and the maple leaves fall one after another----Li Bai's "Night Mooring in Niuzhu Nostalgia"
Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, Jiangqiao Covering the late afternoon sail----Yu Xuanji's "Jianling is sad and looking forward to sending children to peace"
I paint the long blue river water, and love the sad maple leaves on the evening pavilion----Tang Yin's "I Love the Fragrance of Autumn" 3. About the red leaves What are the beautiful poems of
1. The maple leaves are red in the morning frost, and the mist is cloudy in the evening. ——Xie Lingyun, Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty, "Leaving Xishetang at Night"
2. The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Pipa Xing"
3. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, and the towers on both sides of the strait are covered with red maple leaves. ——Ming Dynasty Xu Lin's "Xiu Ru Ji·*** Su Post Pavilion"
4. In the Ming Dynasty, sail mats were hung and maple leaves fell one after another. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Night Parking in Niuzhu Nostalgic"
5. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers. ——"Mountain Travel" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
6. One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the maple leaves. ——Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty, "Song of Love"
7. The maple leaves have fallen, the dill flowers have dried, and the fishing boats are drunk and do not feel the cold. ——"The Fisherman" by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty
8. The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail. —— Yu Xuanji of the late Tang Dynasty, "Jianling is sad and hopes to send children to peace"
9. I paint the long blue river water, and I love the sad maple leaves on the evening pavilion. ——"I Love Autumn Fragrance" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty
10. Xiaofeng stole the wine all night, but his love was so lonely that the pine trees concealed the drunken guests. ——Song Dynasty Yang Wanli in "Red Leaves" 4. Ancient poems describing maple leaves
"Mountain Journey" Du Mu
Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
"In the mountains, the maple trees on the east side of the fence are pregnant with Chengdu" by Lu You
Under the red building in the west corner of Wumen, there is a red maple tree.
Looking back on old travels is like in a dream, with the west wind blowing tears and leaning against the balcony.
"Maple on the River" by Cheng Yanxiong
The maple on the river is full of flowers and cannot compete with the power of the pine tree.
A leaf falls on the fisherman's house, and the setting sun brings autumn colors.
"Jianling Worry and Hope for Children" Yu Xuanji
Thousands of maple leaves turn into ten thousand branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
"Nostalgia for Ancient Times in Niuzhu" by Li Bai
At night on the Xijiang River in Niuzhu, there is no cloud in the blue sky.
Climbing the boat and looking at the autumn moon, I remember General Xie.
I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it.
In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another.
"Composition on the Yushan Ridge" by Huangfu Zeng
He drove his horse leisurely and conquered the mountains along the road.
The late green is deep in the clouds, and the cold terrace is clear of stone beams.
Autumn flowers look like snow, and maple leaves cannot help but feel frost.
I am worried about the long future and the sunset in the empty suburbs.
"Shu Strings" by Li He
The evening flowers of liquidambar are quiet, and the shadows of the southern mountains on Jinshui are reflected.
The ape is sad when the rock falls, and the bamboo clouds are sad for half the ridge.
Qiupu is born in the cool moon, and the jade sand is sparkling.
Whose red-tears guest cannot bear to cross Qutang.
"Sanlv Temple" Dai Shulun
The flow of Yuan and Xiang is endless, how deep is the resentment of Qu and Song.
Autumn smoke rises at dusk, and the maple trees slump. 5. Ancient poems about maple leaves
Ancient poems about maple leaves: 1. "Sauvignon Blanc·Yizhong Mountain" Five Dynasties: Li Yu Yizhong Mountain, Two mountains.
The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold, I miss the maple leaves and red leaves. The chrysanthemum blooms, the chrysanthemum dies.
The flying geese have not yet returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain. Vernacular translation: one layer after another, overlapping mountains.
The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, and the mist and water vapor are cold and cold, but my thoughts are like flaming maple leaves. The chrysanthemums bloomed and fell, and the days passed.
The wild geese in the north of Saibei flap their wings and fly south, but the person I miss has not come back yet. The bright moon shines on the curtain, fluttering in the wind.
2. "Jianling's sorrow and hope are sent to Zi'an/Jiangling's sorrow and hope are there" Fish Mystery of the Tang Dynasty The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the late evening sails. Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Vernacular interpretation: On a desolate late autumn day, maple leaves floated on the river. At this time, a gust of west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain made a rustling sound. When I heard this scene, I, little girl, felt sad.
Looking far into the distance, you can see the river bridge hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, why haven't I seen my lover return by boat?
My little girl, I am anxious when I don’t see my lover return. My longing for my lover is as endless as the water of the Xijiang River. My longing for him is as long as the flowing water is.
Maple leaves are leaves of the maple tree. They are generally palm-shaped and five-lobed, about 13 cm long and slightly wider than an adult palm. The lobes have a few protruding teeth, the base is heart-shaped, the leaf surface is rough, and the upper surface is rough. It is medium green to dark green with hairs on the lower veins, turning yellow to orange or red in autumn. But a few areas are dark, dark green.
The degree to which maple leaves turn red is related to factors such as time, drought, pollution, especially lack of nitrogen. The reddening of maple leaves is actually the result of the maple tree's response to stress in nature.
The reddening reaction actually acts as a sunscreen, causing the maple leaves to stay on the tree longer, allowing the tree to absorb more nutrients. Research has found that nutritional pressure, especially the pressure of nitrogen deficiency, causes maple leaves to turn red earlier and redder. 6. Poems describing the red leaves in autumn
"Autumn Mountain" [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli
Wujiu, an old dyer in his life, mistakenly made iron soap scarlet red.
Xiaofeng drank a lot of wine all night long, but his face was hidden by a lonely pine tree.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February----Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"
Hanging up the sails in the Ming Dynasty, the maple leaves are falling in succession----Li Bai "Night Parking at Niuzhu Nostalgia"
Seeing off guests on the first night in Xunyang River, maple leaves and flowers rustling in autumn——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Tour"
"Autumn Evening" Tang Dynasty
Du Mu's silver candle painted the screen in the cold autumn light,
A small fan of light Luo fan fluttered at the flowing fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega. The maple leaves cover thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the evening sail
----Yu Xuanji's "Jianling is sad and wishes for peace"
I paint the blue river water and love the maple leaves on the pavilion at night Sorrow----Tang Yin's "I Love Autumn Fragrance"
"Staying on the Jiande River" Tang Meng Haoran
Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. The trees are low in the wild sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to people. 7. Poems describing red leaves
"Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers" come from the fourth and fifth sentences of the ancient poem "Tianjingsha·Autumn" by the Yuan Dynasty poet Bai Pu. The full text is as follows: < /p>
The setting sun in the isolated village is covered with light smoke and jackdaws in the old trees.
Under the shadow of a little Feihong.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Translation
As the sun gradually sets in the west, the sunset on the horizon gradually begins to dissipate, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting the quiet and lonely villages in the distance, dragging out the long long shadow. Light smoke floated faintly into the air, a few crows were perched on the rickety old trees, and a wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky. Look at the sky and the earth, the mountains are green and the water is blue, the white reed flowers are flying, the red maple leaves are gorgeous, and the golden chrysanthemums are blooming.
"When white rocks emerge from Jingxi River, the sky is cold and red leaves are sparse" comes from the first two sentences of "In the Mountains" by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Cold red leaves are sparse.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
Translation
The flow of water in Jingxi River is getting less and less day by day, white stones are exposed on the river bed, the weather is slowly getting cooler, and the red leaves on the branches are gradually becoming scarce. It hadn't rained on the winding mountain road, but the thick green pines and cypresses were filled with mist and mist, and the water vapor was so heavy that it seemed to be dripping, soaking the clothes of pedestrians.
"The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the long pavilion" comes from the first and second sentences of the ancient poem "Going to the Que in Autumn to Tongguan Post Tower" by the Tang Dynasty poet Xu Hun. The full text is as follows:
< p> The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the pavilion.The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle section.
The color of the trees changes with the pass, and the sound of the river flows into the sea far away.
When I arrive in the Imperial Township tomorrow, I still dream of fishing and woodcutting.
Translation
The evening breeze of late autumn blew in my face, and the red leaves rustled in the wind. I sat in the ten-mile pavilion, raised my glass and drank. Inadvertently, the remaining clouds in the sky slowly drifted towards Taihua Mountain, and bits of rain fell on Zhongtiao Mountain with the wind.
"A song of labor explains boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids" come from the first and second sentences of the ancient poem "Farewell to Xie Ting" by the Tang Dynasty poet Xu Hun. The full text is as follows:
A song of labor explains the meaning of boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids.
At dusk, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I am going down to the west building.
Translation
After singing a farewell song, you untied the faraway boat. There are green mountains on both sides of the bank, and the mountains are covered with red leaves. The water is on the ground. Eastward flow. When dusk fell and I woke up, I realized that the person had gone away. At this time, the sky was full of wind and rain, and I was the only one who left the west building alone.
"Siyuanren·Autumn Night with Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers" comes from "Three Hundred Song Poems". The full text of his ancient poem is as follows:
The red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles. The flying clouds have passed away, and I have no letter when I return home. Where can I send a letter?
Tears streamed down the window. Just spin the inkstone and grind the ink. Gradually I wrote goodbye. Deep in this feeling, the red paper is colorless!
Translation
The forest leaves are turning red and yellow chrysanthemums are blooming everywhere. It is late autumn again, and I can’t help but miss the wanderer thousands of miles away. The clouds in the sky kept drifting into the distance, and the returning geese didn't bring any news about him. I didn't know where the wanderer was, so where could I send the book? The more disappointed I became, the more I missed him. I was so sad that I shed tears at the window. The tears kept flowing and dripped onto the inkstone, so I used it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, I kept writing until after the separation, the love reached the depths, and the tears became uncontrollable. They dripped onto the letter and even faded the color of the red paper.
The author of "Inscribed on the Red Leaves of the Western Mountains" is Chen Yi. The full text of his ancient poem is as follows:
The red leaves in Xishan are beautiful, and the more intense the frost, the darker the color. The same is true for revolution. Heroes are found in struggle. Red leaves are all over the Western Mountains, and flowers are as red as February. There is green all around, and a family of anti-riot policemen. Red leaves are all over the mountain, and the color in the middle and right is hazy. The west wind blows on the left bank, and the cheers are completely red. I reach out to pick the red leaves, and I pick them with red bottoms. Light red and gray red, I will not take them away. There are red leaves in the book, and the red leaves are of good color. Please take a look at it every other year. It is really red and not withered. The red leaves fall into the dust, so it cannot be said that they are absolutely red. The flowers bloom again in the spring, a thousand reds and purples. The poem is written on a red leaf, praising the revolutionary red. The sky is red with revolution, scaring the poor people to death.