1. Verses describing autumn rain, ancient poems
1. The sound of wind and rain at night can tell how many flowers have fallen. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
2. Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
3. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. ——Du Mu's "Qingming"
4. The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. ——Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
5. The water is bright and sunny, but the mountains are empty and rainy. ——Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and the Later Rain on the Lake"
6. When you asked about the return date, the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ——Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"
7. In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasty, many towers were in the mist and rain. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
8. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. ——Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence in Autumn"
9. After the banquet, the heartbreak in Lantang. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. ——Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"
10. The phoenix trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"? . ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"
11. Lying down in the late night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier. ——Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"
12. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
13. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"
14. The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
15. In the rustling autumn rain, there is a light pomegranate diarrhea. The jumping waves gradually spread out, and the egret fell back in surprise. ——Wang Wei's "Luan Jia Lai"
16. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs. ——Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
17. It's cold and rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guests in Chushan alone in the morning. ——Wang Changling "Farewell to Xin Jian in Furong Tower"
18. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. ——Wang Wei's "In the Mountains" 2. Poems about Autumn
Autumn Rain - the sky above the tall buildings is full of dusk, and the rain is rustling on the sycamore leaves.
Autumn night - I can't find the sound of autumn when I wake up, and the steps are full of phoenix leaves and the sun shines brightly.
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 the bamboos in the deep night, and the sound of thousands of leaves is filled with hatred.
Autumn color - the new moss in the urn damaged by rain 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 with the fragrance on the branches than blow down in the north 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 Sorrow - There is no way that I am always free, and I write about my sorrow every night with my solitary lamp.
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 Embrace - It’s a sigh of passage when I go out, and I see the leaves flying by the lake.
Autumn Dream——The first time I return to Qingmeng in the late autumn night, there is a burning lamp in front of my bed.
Memories of Autumn - The anvil and pestle beat the moon in the deep lane, and the sycamore trees shook down in the autumn of my hometown.
Autumn Enlightenment - Everyone explains the tragic events of autumn, but it is not like the poet who knows them thoroughly.
Taste of Autumn - Crickets alone know that autumn is early, and banana trees are raining heavily. 3. What are the poems about the Beginning of Autumn?
1. The crows of breasts scatter the jade screen in the sky, and a pillow is cool and a fan of wind blows.
When I wake up from sleep, I can’t find the sound of autumn, but the full moon shines in the sycamores.
From: "The Beginning of Autumn" by Liu Han (Song Dynasty)
2. Everything is gone outside the body, but life is in the mirror.
Only the snow on my temples will face the autumn wind tomorrow.
From: (Tang Dynasty) Li Yi's "Looking in the Mirror the Day Before the Beginning of Autumn"
3. This morning, I refrain from straying from the fire, Shang Biao has already been frightened.
The sky is gathering its summer colors, and the leaves of the trees are moving with the sound of autumn.
From: "The Beginning of Autumn" by Liu Yanshi (Tang Dynasty)
4. Summer forgiveness is like hearing the sound of descending virtue, and the coolness brings joy to the hearts of all people.
Although the parasol trees have fallen, the crickets will still sing.
On the first night of the Milky Way, the ox girl is in the right state, and the red sun tail is the ginseng in the morning.
The imperial court wanted to find Xuan Zhenzi, but the crab house and fishing coop were filled with mist and rain.
From: (Song Dynasty) Fang Hui's "The Beginning of Autumn"
5. The White Emperor rides on the golden horse, riding the wind under the purple sky.
Dewei Xuanzhan dew, the screen will be radiant.
The sudden start of the falling green trees will prompt the red geese to fly.
There is no need to be endowed with a round fan. Your kindness and care are as rare as yours.
From: (Ming Dynasty) Zhou Yuru's "The Beginning of Autumn"
6. Looking for poems alone in autumn, the fragrance of lotus flowers and the style of cold water.
I suddenly realized that it was difficult to write poetry, so I gave it to the sound of rain in the night of the parasol tree.
From: "The Beginning of Autumn" by Fang Yue (Song Dynasty) 4. Poems about Autumn
"Autumn Ci" by Liu Yuxi Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.
A crane flies above the clouds out of thin air, bringing poetry to the blue sky. "Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn to Send Zhang Wu" Author: Meng Haoran 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.
Worry 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 Wugongtai Temple in Autumn and Viewing the Temple from afar" Author: Liu Changqing After the ancient platform crumbled, autumn entered the heart of looking at home. There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the cloud peaks are separated by deep water.
The setting sun is still shining, and the cold chimes are all over the forest. Sad about the affairs of the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River is alone today.
"Going to Que Ti Tongguan Posthouse in Autumn" Author: Xu Hun The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the Changting 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 hometown tomorrow, I still dream of fishing and woodcutter.
"Early Autumn" Author: Xu Hun The distant night is clear, and the west wind produces green roses. The remaining fireflies are perched on the jade dew, and the early geese are brushing against the golden river.
The dawn in the tall trees is dense, and the sunshine in the distant mountains is even brighter. Under a leaf in Huainan, there are waves in Dongting.
A poem describing autumn. The sky is blue, the leaves are yellow on the ground, the autumn colors are in waves, and the cold smoke is green on the waves. "Su Mu Zhe" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty. You must remember the good times of the year, the most orange and yellow when the orange is green. Orange-green hour: refers to the season at the turn of autumn and winter. "To Liu Jingwen" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: Don't rush back when we meet, the butterflies will also be worried about the yellow flowers tomorrow. Tomorrow's yellow flowers: refers to the chrysanthemums gradually withering after the Double Ninth Festival.
Butterflies are also worried: chrysanthemums are withered, and butterflies have nowhere to look for flowers, so they are called "sorrow". Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Nine Days Second Rhyme Wang Gong" Yuan song "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts" describing autumn Ma Zhiyuan dead vines old trees dim crows small bridges flowing water people's ancient roads west wind thin horses sunset west heartbroken people living in Tianya Mountain in the dim autumn ① Wang Wei After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat②.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay ③. [Notes] ①Qiu Ming: Autumn evening.
②Huàn female: a woman who washes clothes. ③ "Random" sentence: "The Songs of Chu: Recruiting Hermits" has "The king and his grandson have returned from traveling here, but they cannot stay in the mountains for long."
The meaning is used here instead, which means that if the spring fragrance is allowed to run out, the king and grandson will also Can stay for a long time. Xie: to rest and wither.
[Author] Wang Wei (about 692~761), whose courtesy name was Mojie, was originally from Qi County, Taiyuan (now part of Shanxi). His parents moved to Puzhou (now Yongji, Shanxi). After passing the Jinshi title, he was promoted to Shangshu Youcheng, and became known as Wang Youcheng in the world.
Wang Wei's poems are clear, fresh, exquisite and elegant, and are in a class of his own besides Li Du's. His name was taken from the layman Vimalakirti, who had a heart for Buddhism.
Although he was an official of the imperial court, he often lived in seclusion in Wangchuan, Lantian, living a life of a layman who was both an official and a hermit. Wang Wei was also an outstanding painter, proficient in music, and good at integrating music theory, painting theory, and Zen theory into poetry creation.
Su Shi said that "there is painting in the poem" and "poetry in the painting". He is a famous representative of the landscape pastoral poetry school in the Tang Dynasty. [Appreciation] This poem was written by Wang Wei when he lived in seclusion in Wangchuan in his later years. It describes the mountain scenery in late autumn to express the author's love for simple, quiet and indulgent mountain and forest life.
The poet describes the clear and clear moonlit night after the autumn rain in the mountains: the bright moon among the pines, the clear spring on the rocks, the coon girl in the bamboo forest, and the fishing boat in the stream organically form a bright picture. Returning to Songshan Mountain to be the king, Wei Qingchuan led Changbo, and his horses and carriages went leisurely.
The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
After a long journey, I returned to Song Gao and retreated. Note: Xianxian: From appearance.
Far away: distant view. And retreat: There is a sense of thanking guests behind closed doors.
Appreciation: This poem is about the scenery and mood seen on the way to resigning and returning to seclusion. Wang Wei was the first master in the Tang Dynasty.
He is good at describing scenes, and he is even better at writing about emotions and quiet leisurely feelings. In the poem, only two lines: "The water flows as intended, and the birds return to each other at dusk" describe this state of things vividly.
The first couplet describes the scene when leaving for seclusion. The couplet on the chin is written about water and birds. In fact, it is to convey feelings to something and express one's feelings of leisurely contentment in returning to the mountains. Just like the flow of water, the heart of seclusion does not change, like the birds knowing that they will return at dusk.
The neck couplet describes the ancient ferry in the deserted city and the sunset over the autumn mountains. It embodies the emotions in the scenery and reflects the poet's emotional twists and turns. The last couplet describes the height of the mountain, pointing out the nobility and isolation of seclusion and the purpose of not caring about worldly affairs.
Describe scenes and feelings at the same time, embodying deep feelings in the descriptions of scenes. The levels are neat and the scene is bleak.
Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn and Posting Five ① Meng Haoran In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy ②. Looking at each other and trying to climb high, our hearts will fly away with the wild geese.
Worry arises in the dusk, and excitement comes in the autumn ③. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest ④.
The trees on the horizon are like water chestnuts, and the boats on the riverside are like the moon⑤. Why should I bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival⑥?
Meng Haoran (689~740), also known as Haoran. A native of Xiangyang, Xiangzhou (now Xiangfan, Hubei).
He lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain in his early years. At the age of forty-eight, he went to Chang'an to rush for the exam but failed. Frustrated, he returned eastward and traveled east from Luoyang to Wuyue. Zhang Jiuling left the town of Jingzhou and was recruited to work. He later died of gangrene.
He was unwilling to live in seclusion, but ended up living in seclusion. Most of his poems wrote about the quiet realm of landscapes and pastoral areas, but from time to time they revealed a sense of frustration. His poems were elegant and majestic, and were highly praised by the poetry circles at that time.
Meng Haoran is as famous as Wang Wei in describing landscapes and countryside, and is known as "Wang Meng" in the world. [Notes] ①Lanshan: It should be Wanshan. In Xiangyang, Hubei, the poet's garden is near Xian Mountain, not far from Wanshan. The poet spent most of his life here.
Zhang Wu: Named Zirong, ranked fifth, living in seclusion on Baihe Mountain south of Xian Mountain in Xiangyang. ②Beishan: Dang. 5. Poems about the Beginning of Autumn
"The Book of Songs" Gourd Leaves
Gourd leaves are harvested by flags and banners. A gentleman has wine, so he can taste it.
If there is a rabbit with a head, it can be burned with a cannon. If a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words.
If there is a rabbit's head, burn it. If a gentleman has wine, drink it with your words.
If there is a rabbit with a head, it will be burned with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he will reward him with words.
"The Book of Songs" There are bitter leaves in the beetle.
There are bitter leaves in the beetle, and the benefits are profound. Deep is severe, shallow is exposed.
There are rivers and rivers flowing, and there are pheasants and pheasants singing. The rails are not wet when the economy is full, and the pheasants cry in search of their mates.
The geese are singing and the sun is rising. If a scholar returns to his wife, the ice has not yet melted.
Recruiting boats, people are involved. Whether a person is involved or not, he must be my friend.
"Early Autumn Guest House" by Du Mu
When the wind blows a leaf, everything is startled by autumn. I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about my guests every year.
Where do we end up leaving? How long will it last? Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free.
"Falling Leaves" by 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.
He Du Lu Shi Titled Red Leaves by Bai Juyi On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new for a while.
It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring. There are rows of crimson tents, and red scarves are cut randomly.
When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind.
"One Leaf Falls" by Bai Juyi
The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen. Cold and temperature, as well as prosperity and decline, are related to the exterior and interior.
Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves. Don't say it's falling slightly, it's starting from now on.
"Drunk to Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi
Autumn trees stand in the wind, and people drink wine for a long time. The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.
"Leng Tao of Sophora japonica Leaves" by Du Fu
Green and tall Sophora japonica leaves are picked and handed to the Chinese chef. New noodles come to the market, and they are all delicious.
If you are too mature to enter the capital, you will have no desire to add a meal. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included.
The meridian teeth are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu.
The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small and the algae are bright.
In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed.
"Cold dew is seen on the leaves of the phoenix tree on a moonlit night" Dai Cha
On the leaves of the sycamore tree, the white dew of the moon has just begun to appear. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold.
The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night.
The congealed sky flows everywhere, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don't be tired of looking at the approaching tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi.
"One Leaf Falls" Li Cunzhen
One leaf falls, and the pearl foil is wiped. At this time, the scenery was desolate.
The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain. Blowing the curtain, thinking about the past.
"Lotus Leaf" Li Qunyu
The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew. Plant in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.
"Odd title of "The banyan leaves have fallen off in February in Liuzhou" by Liu Zongyuan
The thoughts of official affairs are so desolate, half-spring turns like autumn. After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the banyan leaves are all over the garden and the orioles are singing.
"Red Leaves" Luo Yin
But by the deserted city, the evening light shines on. The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain.
Wandering on Baling Road, beauty Changxin Palace. Living leisurely at the end of the year, there is endless meaning.
"Falling Leaves" Qi Ji
It's late in autumn, and you can see your neighbors outside the window. No one in the world is so shocked, I am alone in the forest.
Xiao Sao Wei moon night, overlapping morning frost morning. Yesterday it was overcast, and the orioles were singing and the trees were springing.
"Falling Leaves" Wang Jian
The old green is in different directions, and the first red has overlapped. The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree.
"Red Leaves" by Wu Rong
The dew-stained frost dries lightly, and becomes bright in the setting sun. The smoke is falling and the autumn colors are falling, and the love for thousands of miles is spread with the waves.
There are shadows of birds hidden in the moon for several nights, and the sound of crickets is heard in every family. For a moment, I didn't feel much regret, watching the breeze cut the flowers.
"Looking at the Yellow Leaves in Yuezhou" Zhang said
Looking at the yellow leaves with a white head, the complexion of the face is complex. Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song.
"Frost Leaves Flying" A Thousand Miles Away
The clouds are hanging down to the ground, the embankments are full of smoke, and Yan Hong is crossing the river for the first time. The dew lotus leaves, the wind and the willows are sparse, and the terraces and pavilions are still quiet.
Hate Maimai, separation and resentment. Lovesick soul dreams on a small screen. The tired guest collects his clothes, dust flies all over him, and the jade mirror shines shamefully.
Infinitely quiet and secluded streets, chasing pleasure and seeking rewards, arriving first before others fall behind. The young man's thoughts turned empty, and Kuang Lao came to embrace him.
All the green leaves and red flowers have passed. The sound of separation was relaxed and tidy at that time. Ask about the beauty, from being haggard, to reducing the waistline, how much like a man.
"Looking into the Mirror the Day Before the Beginning of Autumn" Li Yi
Everything is outside the body, but life is in the mirror. Only the snow on the temples will face the autumn wind tomorrow.
"The Beginning of Autumn" Linghu Chu
In ordinary days, there is much hatred, but in the new autumn, it is easy to be sad. Yan's words are like saying goodbye, and Liu's meaning has faded.
Serving the country is of no use, and there is no time to return home. The old smell in my heart feels like it was last year.
"Reminiscences of Yuanjiu in Qujiang on the Beginning of Autumn" by Bai Juyi
Dismounting from the horse, under the willow shade, he walked up the embankment alone. Old friends thousands of miles away, new cicadas chirp every now and then.
The city is surrounded by Qujiang River, and Jiangling City is above the river. The new autumn thoughts of the two places should be the same as this day.
The Beginning of Autumn [Song Dynasty] Liu Han
The crows of milk crows scatter the jade screen in the sky, and a pillow is cool and a fan of wind blows. When I woke up, I couldn't find the sound of autumn, but the full moonlit sky was filled with parasol trees.
Three days bring one autumn, and there are twenty-four autumns.
Looking into the Mirror the Day Before the Beginning of Autumn [Tang Dynasty] Li Yi
Everything is outside the body, but life is in the mirror. But with the snow on my temples, I will face the autumn wind tomorrow. 6. What are the poems about "The Beginning of Autumn"
1. Visiting the Garden on the Beginning of Autumn by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Walking alone at the head of the Qujiang River, returning to the horse for a long time. With the cool breeze and the faded temples, who can teach me how to make a fortune?
2. "Autumn Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky.
3. "Mountain Travel" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, 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.
4. Royal Street Walk·Autumn Nostalgia Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty
Falling leaves are fragrant. The night is silent and the cold sound breaks. The pearl curtain rolls up and the jade building is empty, the sky is pale and the Milky Way hangs down to the ground. Every year and tonight, the moon shines brightly, and people are thousands of miles long.
There is no reason for me to get drunk when my heart is broken. Before the wine arrives, I will burst into tears. The remaining lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned on, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and there was no way to avoid it.
5. People from Siyuan·Red leaves and yellow flowers suggest late autumn by Yan Jidao of Song Dynasty
Red leaves and yellow flowers suggest 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 my feelings, the red paper was colorless.
6. Partridge Day·The cold sun is rustling and the window is locked. Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
The cold sun is rustling and the window is locked. The phoenix tree should hate the frost at night. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are over.
Autumn is over, but the days are still long. Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more miserable. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence. 7. What are the poems about the Beginning of Autumn?
"One Leaf Falls"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has begun. Cold and temperature, as well as prosperity and decline, are related to the exterior and interior.
Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves. Don't say it's falling slightly, it's starting from now on.
The irritating summer heat has not yet receded, and the coldness of autumn has secretly arrived. The prosperity of summer and the depression of autumn at this time are interdependent. Perhaps where there is prosperity, there must be depression. In the cold autumn woods, a leaf suddenly fell to the ground. Please don't say that these are the only leaves that have fallen to the ground. I think the real depression of autumn starts now!
The leaves fall in the autumn wind and the scenery is desolate. Feeling nostalgic about the scenery can not bring back memories of the past! "Thinking about it" has an endless aftertaste and is thought-provoking. This short poem expresses emotions through scenery and reflects on people when seeing things. "Moon Shadow in the Painting House" and "Falling Leaves in the West Wind" have beautiful artistic conception and long-lasting sentiment, expressing the author's memories of the past and his feelings about autumn. 8. Are there any poems about the Beginning of Autumn?
Everything is outside the body, life is in the mirror. Only the snow on the temples will face the autumn wind tomorrow.
When I wake up from sleep, I can’t find the sound of autumn, but the full moon shines in the sycamores.
The summer heat welcomes the thin autumn, and the cool breeze is drifting in the sun.
I even heard that under the golden temple, the Buddhist temples were whistling in the evening.
It rained at midnight last night, and there is a chill today.
Are the crabapples blooming? Lie on your side and look at the roller blinds.
The sky is gathering its summer colors, and the leaves of the trees are moving with the sound of autumn.
The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
When the geese are flying across the sky again, the sky is full of lovesickness.
The rain is cold in autumn, the wind is clear and the river is refreshing.
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is in autumn.
The autumn wind did not feel cool all night long, and the days were still long after several sounds of uterine leakage.
The autumn wind blows the rain across the south building, and the cool night is the beginning of autumn.
Walking alone in search of poems in autumn, I sometimes paint fragrant and cold wind and water. 9. What are the poems that the ancients used to describe autumn?
Today it is the same as chrysanthemum wine, but tomorrow it should be called Duan Pengfei. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Nine Days of Farewell"
Autumn smoke rises at dusk, and the smoky maple trees bloom. ——Dai Shulun's "Passing the Sanlu Temple"
When Gui Po was born, the autumn dew was faint, and the light Luo was already thin and had not been changed. ——Wang Wei's "Autumn Night Song"
Pedestrians are endlessly thinking about the autumn wind, and the green mountains across the water feel like their hometown. ——Dai Shulun's "Inscription on the Landscape of Zhichuan"
The late night wind blows through the bamboos and brings out the rhyme of autumn. Thousand leaves and a thousand voices are filled with hatred. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Jade House Spring·I don't know whether you are far or near after farewell"
After the ancient platform is shaken, I look back at my hometown in autumn. ——Liu Changqing "A View from the Wugongtai Temple in Autumn"
The autumn wind blows thousands of miles across the Lotus Country, and the dusk rain brings thousands of families to Xili Village. ——Tan Yongzhi's "Autumn Stay on the Xiangjiang River and Encountered Rain"
Don't ask about the old guests of Liangyuan. Maoling is suffering from autumn rain. ——Li Shangyin's "Send to Linghu Langzhong"
Today is the day when the world is home, so the fortress is rustling and the reeds are in autumn. ——Liu Yuxi's "Nostalgia for the Ancients in Xisai Mountain"
The chrysanthemums on the horse's path through the mountain are beginning to turn yellow, and trust in the horse's leisurely and prosperous life. ——Wang Yucheng's "Travel to the Village·Chrysanthemums are starting to turn yellow on the horse crossing the mountain path"
Outside the sparse forest of Xiao Xiaoyuan, half of the autumn mountains are covered with the setting sun. ——Kou Zhun's "The Pavilion Wall on the River of Books"
The white clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, and the white dew drops drop the autumn moon. ——Li Bai's "Singing under the Moon on the West Tower of Jinling City"
Under the slight sun, the trees reveal the autumn mountains hidden in the distance. ——Ma Dai's "Wandering at Sunset"
The west wind disturbs the leaves of the trees on the creek bridge. Autumn is in the shy place where the yellow flowers are shy - Zhang Ju's "The Green Jade Case· Being Sent out of the Suburbs and Inscribed on the Chen Family's Mountain Residence"
Fireflies fly in autumn and the windows are full, and the monthly frost is late. ——Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Sai"
The heart is still strong under the setting sun, and the autumn wind disease is about to fade away. ——Du Fu's "Jianghan"
The boat is moving, the lake is shining with autumn light, and the young people who are greedy to watch the boat flow. ——Huangfu Song's "Collecting Lotus Seeds·The Boat is Moving on the Lake and the Light is Glittering in Autumn"
There is only one Wuye, but I don't know how many autumn sounds there are. ——Zhang Yan's "Qing Ping Le·Hou Xun Qi Duan"
If you don't see me in the clouds, I feel sad for autumn at night. ——Ma Dai's "One of Three Nostalgic Poems on the Chu River"
Bamboo leaves have no distinction between people, and chrysanthemums no longer need to bloom. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems in Nine Days Part One"
Autumn hair is white with frost, and the fading face is red with wine. ——Yin Shi's "Farewell to Chang Shi of the Song Dynasty"
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, yesterday's dream was different, but in the blink of an eye, the autumn scenery is like this. ——Wen Zhengming's "Nian Nujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon"
When I visit Qiu Shi on an autumn night, I first hear the sound of the water. ——Yuan Mei "Borrowing the garden at night to see the master sitting under the moon and playing the flute"
In the past I saw the yellow chrysanthemums and said goodbye to you, but now I hear the black cicadas and I return. ——Liu Yuxi's "The First Smell of the Autumn Wind"
Unconsciously, it is dusk in the blue mountains, and the autumn clouds are darker. ——Li Bai "Listen to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin/Listen to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin"
Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains and curtains rustled with the sound of autumn. ——Li Yu's "Crying of the Night·Last Night's Wind and Rain"
The Xia Ming sword on the bowed back shines on the frost, and the autumn wind comes out of Xianyang. ——Linghu Chu's "Four Poems for a Young Man, Part 3"
The sky and the autumn light turn around the sadness of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching. ——Li Qingzhao's "Xingxiangzi·Sky and Autumn Light"
Today the mountain city is weeping, and the sadness is not only the sadness of autumn. ——Li Yi "Going to the Ruzhou County Tower"
The phoenixes are withered and the green willows are sad, and the dew-stained yellow flowers are full of smiles. ——Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky·Nine Days of Sadness and Autumn Unexpectedly"
If a close friend is not rewarded, he will return to his hometown in autumn. ——Jia Dao's "After the Poetry" 10. Poems about autumn, poignant history
Qiu Si Zhang Ji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang City, and he wanted to write a book with great meaning.
I am afraid that I can’t finish my story in a hurry, and travelers return to Kaifeng before leaving. A poem describing autumn: "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" After the new rain in the empty mountains of the Tang Dynasty, the weather came late in autumn. 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. Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
"Autumn Night Song" The autumn dew of King Wei Guipo of the Tang Dynasty was slightly light when he was born, and his clothes were already thin and thin. 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.
"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 cannot blow away, but there is always love between the two.
On what day when the barbarians are defeated, a good man will stop his expedition. "Ascend the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. In the picturesque river city, you can see the clear sky at dawn over the mountains.
The rain caught the bright mirror, and the rainbow fell on the twin bridges. 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. "Staying at Jiande River" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.
The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people. Climbing Lanshan Mountain in autumn sent a picture to Meng Haoran of the Five Tang Dynasties. In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy.
Climb high only when we look at each other, and our hearts will fly away with the geese. Worry arises in the dusk, happiness arises 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 you bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? "Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty, silver candles painted the screen in the cold autumn light, and small fans fluttered at the flowing fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega. "Climbing High" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty. The wind is strong and the sky is high. The ape whistles in mourning, and the white bird flies back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage.
Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy. "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. The dusk clouds are all overflowing with coldness, and the silver man is turning the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? "Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi's 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 concubine 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.
Words describing autumn: "Su Mu Zhe" Fan Zhong of the Song Dynasty flooded the sky with blue clouds, yellow leaves on the ground, waves of autumn colors, and green smoke on the waves. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, except every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
"The Proud Fisherman" Fan Zhong of the Song Dynasty was flooded with water and the scenery was strange when autumn came. The geese in Hengyang left without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.
The ground is covered with frost. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
Era: Tang Author: Li Qiao Works: Wind Content: Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers bloom. Thousands of feet of waves are crossing the river, and thousands of bamboo poles are sloping into it.
Mountain Walk Du Muyuan went up the sloping stone path of Hanshan Mountain, and there were people living deep 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.
A poem describing autumn "On the River in Autumn Evening" Liu Dabai's birds returning to their nests, even though they are naked, still carry the setting sun back. With a flip of the wings, the setting sun falls on the river; the white-headed reeds also turn into a flash of beauty.
(1923) "Pigeon" Hu Shi The clouds are clear and the sky is high, what a late autumn atmosphere! There is a group of pigeons playing in the sky. Watching them in twos and threes, going back and forth in circles, they seemed to be in a hurry - suddenly, the ground turned over and reflected the sun, and the white feathers lined the blue sky, which was very bright! (1918) "Autumn Morning" Farewell to Gengyu, on a dark night filled with stars and frost, I have endured the evil that cannot be washed away by holy water, and you have stepped on my back. Welcome, Dongshu, you are here again. Resurrected! In this last moment, I opened my eyes and hugged the sun's feet with both hands, watching the leaves tremble, the flowers dancing, and listening to the sound of the market, I was intoxicated until I shed tears of joy! (1934) "Cars in Shanghai and Hangzhou" Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Urgent! Urgent! A cigarette, a mountain, a few cloud shadows, a stream of water, a bridge, the sound of an oar, a forest of pine trees, a clump of bamboo, and red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, as clear and blurry as a dream, Blanking,—hurry, hurry, hurry! Is it the wheel or the time? It makes Qiurong grow old and makes her life grow old! (1928) "Whispers" Xu Zhimo listens to his affectionate and cordial chattering in the autumn rain in a first-class cold autumn pond, in a haggard autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, and on an autumn leaf that is about to turn yellow. Whispering, whispering about the love affairs and plots of Sanqiu, before gently blowing him into the autumn halo of the autumn water, swirling and half-turning, and following the autumn flow.
The whispers of the autumn rain, the sentiments of the three autumns, and the plots of love poems also fell into the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves, swirling and turning, and followed the autumn flow. (July 21, 1922) "Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo Autumn Moon! Who can withstand the romantic tickling of silver fingertips? I don’t believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea. I can’t help but caress them with their jade fingers, and they are lingering and crying there! That's it: the boring clouds and smoke, the beauty of the autumn moon, warmed my heart and cold eyes, and I put on light clothes coldly to participate in this happy marriage and funeral.
(October 6, 1922) "Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo is also in the moonlight, tonight, because we are all looking up - look at it, a plump and charming , rising from the clouds that were as black as mobs - they looked extraordinarily bright and round. It unfolds on the road, it floats on the water, it is immersed in the water bottom where the water plants are entangled like melancholy; it stares at the battlements of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its clarity, it touches the scattered In the tomb ruins outside and inside the city, amidst the constant calls of the old birds, old and new ghosts who want to see each other are standing close to each other like us, with their eyes shining, chewing the bone-chilling coolness: the lingering silvery poetry is like Star phosphorus on the water surface dances in the dew-filled sky.
Listen to the chants of the four fields - the eternal humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, darkness and darkness embracing fire and lightning, in this quiet autumn night and the autumn fields In the vastness, the greatness of "dissolution" unfolds a baby's smile in the depths of all subtleties! (October 1930) "Autumn Dream" Dai Wangshu's distant shepherd's bell shook the light leaves. The dream of autumn is light, it is the love of a graceful shepherd.
So my dream came quietly, but it carried the heavy weight of the past. Oh, now, I have some chills, some chills, and some blues.
(January 1931) "Frost Flowers" Dai Wangshu The frost flowers in September, the frost flowers in October, the pretty girls of fog, bloom at my temples. Decorating the autumn leaves, you decorate the monotonous death. The charming girl of fog, come and hairpin your beautiful flowers for me.
Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun no longer reignites the ashes of death. I watched the hair on my hair fall off.