1. Poems about fog and rain
1. Poems describing fog 1. Lingwu Xing (Wei Yingwu) The autumn city is covered with heavy fog, and the mission goes out early in the morning.
Just look at the white hair on the temples, and look at the dense clothes. There is no distinction between Taoist and horsemen, and all the trees in the suburbs are as if they were lost.
Fei Wei accidentally inhaled, and her skin was numb and she shuddered. 2. Fog (Li Qiao) Duke Cao was fascinated by Chu Ze, and the Emperor of Han came out of Pingcheng. The demonic atmosphere of Zhuolu is quiet, and the color of Danshan Mountain is bright.
Smoke-like flying is slightly heavier, while Fangyu-san is lighter. If it is not a sign of a bear, I would rather think of a mysterious leopard.
3. Ode to the Mist (Suweiwei) The dense mist rises from the cave and gullies, and descends into the plains far away. At first glance it seems to contain a dragon sword, but it also seems to reflect a mirage.
The forest is dense with rain, and the path is filled with smoke. Fang Xie Gong took the lead and finally followed Yan Fu to travel.
4. Sitting in the water pavilion at night and writing poems to understand the mist (Li Yi) The moon sets and the cold mist rises, meditating on the vast river. The birds are twittering and the trees are scattered, and the mountains and rivers are all blue.
On the road in Momosha, outside the fields of Yuyunzhou. Just like leaning against a distant tree, I want to stop and go to the sky.
5. Ode to the Mist (Dong Sigong) The Cangshan Mountain is silent at dusk, and the green view is about to sink. Leopards hide in the morning in the south, and monkeys sing at night in Wu Gorge.
The weather is cold and the scenery is dark and dark. After visiting the public supermarket, I will go to Huayin.
6. Lotte is the month of Changzhai, and I am worried now that my home is not far away, and the clouds and mist are difficult to cover (Liu Yuxi). , where is it now? There is drought and fog in Tingsha, and mountain fire shines on the plains.
8. Bodhisattva Man (Li Ye) Floating and under the three peaks, the autumn wind often touches it. Heartbreaking memories of the fairy palace, in the hazy smoke.
9. Tang Xiang Haotian Le? Fifth (Wu Zetian) The fog rolled in from the altar, and the smoke settled in Shuling. Set up a basket of coins to show your sincerity.
10. When I first entered Qinchuan Road, I encountered cold food (Li Longji). The smoke atmosphere filled the water hall, and I temporarily flicked the incense wheel to return. 11. An early ascent to the Taihang Mountains to express one’s ambitions (Li Longji) The white mist buries the gloomy valley, and the red clouds help the dawn light.
12. Bodhisattva Man (Li Yu) The bright flowers and the dark moon cover the mist, so I can go to Langbian tonight. 13. A visit to Shaolin Temple (Wu Zetian). Duo chanted and blew his hair, and his flags waved in the mist.
14. Stone Bridge (Li Yi) The chaotic flags can be seen in the mist, and the wild goose pagoda can be seen in the clouds. 15. Autumn is here (Li Shimin) The fog rises in the evening, and the twilight fills the house.
16. Endowed with mist in the flower garden (Li Shimin) The orchid energy has filled the palace, and the new stamens are half-dressed. The color contains light and heavy fog, and the fragrance attracts the wind.
17. Winter comes to Kunming Pool (Li Shimin) The morning fog condenses in the cold field, and the sunset glow disperses in the frosty sky. The joy has not yet reached its peak, and the setting scenery suddenly tilts to the west.
18. Yong Yu (Li Shimin) The harmonious air blows on the green fields, and the plum rain spreads on the fragrant fields. The new stream adds to the old stream, and Cebu is full of smoke.
19. Song of Harmony? Jiangnan Lane (Li He) The green mist in the river creates cool waves, and the mountains in the sky offer red peaks. 20. Jiangnan Lane (Li He) The green mist in the river rises in cool waves, and the sky is filled with red ripples.
Old bamboo grows in the water and wind, and the clouds grow like a sail in the dark. 21. Lanxiang Goddess Temple (Li He) We rode together in the mist and smelled it on Mount Yushan.
22. Fuwu Songs (Li He) Dancheng is a snake riding on the white mist, and it has transformed into jade well earth again after thousands of years. 23. Sentence (Su Ting) The red mist is flying over the air, and the blue clouds are floating over the sky.
24. Recruiting instructions and gifts to fellow travelers (Li Yi) The obscene rain will fly at night forever, and the poisonous mist will evaporate in the morning. 25. Fenghe climbed to the top of Lishan Mountain to watch Yingzhi (Li Yi). The city gate is close in the fog, and the Guanhe River is connected to the outside.
26. In Nanzhong when sending to Hu Hao (Li Yi) There are pictures of birds going south, but no one sees them coming north. The sea is singing behind closed doors, the clouds and mist are waiting for you to open.
2. Poems describing rain: The cold rain flows across the river into Wu at night, and I see off my guests in Chushan in the bright light. Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian in Furong Tower" The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.
Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sand" The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen. Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn" Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Du Mu: "Qingming" The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new.
Wang Wei's "The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" It's beautiful when the water is clear, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. Su Shi: "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake" The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
"Quatrains" by Monk Zhinan In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temple in the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the mist and rain. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" You asked about the return date but it was not yet scheduled. The night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond.
Why should 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" A small building listens to the spring rain all night, and apricot flowers are sold in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs bear the sorrow in the rain. Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and the remaining wine was not consumed by the heavy sleep.
Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream" The sycamore trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important! "Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao.
2. What are the poems about rain and fog?
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
-----Du Mu's "Qingming" The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. ――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake" The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain is hitting the rafts――――Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn————(Wang Wei : "Mountain Residence in Autumn") There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") The cold rain is falling on the river at night, and I see off the guests in the Chushan Mountain in the clear day————(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"). The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Residence in Autumn") 3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
(Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") 5. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle No need to return. (Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song") 6. At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
(Lu You: "Wind and Rain on November 4th") 7. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. (Du Mu: "Qingming") 8. It's cold and rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guests in Chushan in the clear day.
(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 9. The morning rain in Weicheng brings light dust, and the guest houses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi") 10. The water is clear when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange.
(Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake at the First Sunny and Later Rain") The river is raining heavily, the river grass is all over the mountain, the sky is empty, the rain is strange, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind is filling the building, the rain is passing, the sky is clear, the clouds are broken, but it rains at night in Bashan. Late at night, I lie down and listen to the wind blowing and the heavy rain falling. The swallows are white and the rain is falling. The beads jump into the boat. The rain knows the season. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. The rain falls heavily during the Qingming Festival. People on the road want to lose their souls. The fallen flowers are independent, and the swallows are flying together. Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, two or three o'clock. In front of Yushan Mountain. The cold rain comes on the river at night, and I see off my guests in the lonely Chushan Mountain. The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is sluggish and smokey. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It may be sunny but there will be clear rain and there will be mist and rain in my life. There will be no wind or rain in my life. There is no clear sky and the cicadas are miserable. Facing the pavilion at night, the rain showers on the pavilion have begun to break, and the wind and rain are always blown away by the wind.
I was so angry that I leaned against the railing and the rain stopped. It was already dusk and I was alone and worried, and it was even more windy and rainy. Green Ruo Li, green coir raincoat, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. The red building looks cold across the rain. Pearl foil floating lanterns return alone. Ruo Li, green coir raincoat, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle.
——Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——Monk Zhinan's "Quequatrains" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new.
——Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and there are many towers in the mist. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" In the late night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
——Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th" Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
——Du Mu's "Qingming" The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and rainy. ——Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake" The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs.
——Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" and Wei Yingwu's "Secluded Residence": Although the nobles are different, they all have camps when they go out. There are no external things to hold in, so I live in seclusion.
The light rainy night comes, and I don’t know whether the spring grass will grow. Suddenly dawn has dawned on the green hills, and birds are singing around the house. Sometimes they are walking with Taoist puppets, or following the woodcutter.
When you are safe and careless, who can call you Bo Shirong? Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. Bai Juyi's "The White-Haired Man in Shangyang": "The shadow of Geng Geng behind the broken lamp on the wall, the sound of dark rain hitting the window" (excerpt) Jiang Kui's "I don't want to go when I see the move": I don't want to listen to the orchestra when I am old, and I don't want to have a glass of wine when I am sick. Convenience.
Life is a rare pre-autumn rain, so beg me to sleep comfortably in the empty hall. Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo": Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.
Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The steep spring breeze blows and wakes me up. It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there is no wind, rain or eyesight. (My favorite, haha) Fang Yue's "Listening to the Rain": Listening to the rain while sleeping in the bamboo studio, moss grows in the dream.
The door is facing the lonely mountain, and the body is idle and the birds don’t guess. Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream": There is only a secluded grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. One of Wang Zao's "Two Poems on Immediate Matters": The swallows will speak of their young in the deep summer, and there is not much shade in the green locust garden.
No one can see the rain outside the west window, and the plantains are spread out for several feet. Wen Tong's "Hokusai After the Rain": After the rain, two birds come to occupy the bamboo, and in the deep autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.
Zheng Wenbao's "Liu Zhi Ci": Pavilions and pavilions are tied to the spring pool, until the pedestrians are half drunk; regardless of the smoke and wind and rain, they will cross the Yangtze River south of the Yangtze River.
Xu Fu's "Spring Tour to the Lake": When will the swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water.
The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, and the small boat pulls out of the willow shade. Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside": The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation": It rains every house during the Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the green grass pond.
I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. (What a beautiful artistic conception) Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower": It's cold and rainy night when I enter Wu, and I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot. Wen Tingyun's "Geng Liu Zi": The sycamore tree and the rain in the middle of the night represent the bitterness of separation and love.
One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. (So ??beautiful that I am speechless) Dai Shulun's "Suxi Pavilion": It's late in spring when the swallows don't return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the mist and rain.
Li Shangyin: When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
There are many lyrics, June rain, winter rain in Taipei, meteor shower, rain keeps falling, red rain, blue rain, rain not tears, how are you in a foreign country, in the wind There is a cloud made of rain, etc. These songs all have lyrics about rain. You can check it out. It’s so simple. 1. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Residence in Autumn") 3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
(Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") 5. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle No need to return. (Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song") 6. At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
(Lu You: "Wind and Rain on November 4th") 7. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. 3. Poems about red leaves in the rain
Stop and sit in love with wind chimes at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers
Bai Juyi's "He Du Lu Shi Ti"
Red leaves in the cold mountains On the first day of October, the frost leaves are new. It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower not waiting 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.
Bai Juyi's "Giving Yuan Jiu in the Autumn Rain"
It's unbearable to see red leaves and moss, and it's a cool windy and rainy day. Don't blame me for thinking about the hard work of singing alone in autumn, which is nearly two years older than your school.
Bai Juyi's "Reminiscences of New Chrysanthemums in Reward for the Emperor's Doctor"
The master who loves chrysanthemums sings the beautiful rhyme, and the guest who is sick in autumn feels sad. The yellow flowers add to the joy and bring wine, while the red leaves add to the sorrow. Now that the meat and fish smell of lay people has been cut off, who will arrange the cups and ladles for the immortal man? I am ashamed to remember you under the east fence, and I plan to abolish the one-day fast on the Double Ninth Festival.
Bai Juyi's "Lonely Night in Autumn"
The infinite youth is not my companion, and it is pitiful that I will be with him in the clear night. There are few joys and pleasures in the center, and relatives and friends are withered and empty on all sides. After the red leaves of the trees are blown by the wind, a man with a white beard stands in the bright moonlight. There are more depressed things ahead, with only a few clusters of old chrysanthemums and declining orchids.
Cui Tu's "Continuation of the Han Dynasty"
It is clear that the three birds are under the control of Xu, and it feels like a dream in the sky. When the white-headed alchemist arrives, the red leaves in Maoling have become sparse. 4. I am looking for poems describing rain and maple leaves. The master wrote them himself. I need three poems
Walking in the Rain
- The Spiritual Escaper
It rains softly Xiaoyu
Some old people said that this is a lover telling a story
The storyteller
must be hiding in this misty rain environment
When we get closer
He goes further again
He may even hide in the pomegranate
Long and other pomegranates As pink as the seeds
We walked in the rain like this
The pomegranates in our hands are sweet
The storytellers also become sweet
p>But the storyteller must have been lonely
and also sad for love
Otherwise, he would not keep telling so fluently
Such rain
filled the earth
No matter where the person he loves is
you can definitely hear what he is saying
A walk in the rain will make sense
Make two happy people happy
Make two sad people sad
But the storyteller in the rain
p>
He will leave slowly after all
In the end, he is still unwilling to leave a rainbow
The person he can’t find
will see it Rainbow walks past
Two people walking in the rain
Understand the beauty of this place best
Even on a dark and cold night
Find the seven-color rainbow in each other's eyes
Excerpted from the poems of Ling Dunzhe, an independent scholar, poet, writer, and famous Chinese scholar.
5. Poems describing the red leaves in Xiangshan Mountain
Poems describing the red leaves in Xiangshan Mountain include:
1. "Drunken on the Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn trees are blown by the wind, People who drink wine for a long time. The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.
2. "Mountain Journey" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Far up the Hanshan 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.
3. "Autumn Mountain" by Yang Wanli of Song Dynasty
Wujiu, an old dyer in his life, mistakenly made iron soap scarlet red. Xiaofeng drank a lot of wine all night long, but her face was hidden by a lonely pine tree.
4. "Hechunfu Red Leaves" by Qiangzhi of the Song Dynasty
There are no bright colors in the autumn garden, and the west wind blows specially. Sometimes the forest is green with smoke, and sometimes it is red with frost flakes. The rays of light are set against the blue sky, and the lanterns and torches are green with sarongs. I don't know how to follow the pines and cypresses, and dye and cut the chemical industry.
5. Water Dragon Song - Red Leaves in Fragrant Mountain
The broken clouds fly down thousands of mountains, and the afterglow dyes the maple forest drunkenly. The sunny branches are still warm, while the shady branches are cold, with red, yellow and vermilion green. The shadows are traced by the flowing light, the charming figure is standing in the frost, and there is a sense of autumn. Suddenly the cold wind blows wild geese, gently holding the red sleeves, throwing them in the air, and crying. The sweet dreams are crushed by ice wheels, drifting into darkness, and the nights are long and sleepless. The desolate ditch is silent, the Milky Way is dim, and the big city is far away. Only the clear stream holds up the waves to support the wine, and pours the cup to comfort each other. Let's leave the dark valley together, rush to catch up with the spring floods, and meet the plum blossoms.
6. The mountains and forests are facing the city, and the red leaves and yellow flowers come from the same river. The wild water takes advantage of people's appointments, and the long pine trees read the world without knowing the year. Thousands of poems are left unfinished to repay the debt of poetry; a chat over a meal forges a lasting relationship. If you want to ask An Xin, who knows the handwriting is from before he was alive?
7. The red leaves of Xiangshan
The red leaves of Xiangshan dance in the cool autumn, the wind blows through the branches like streams of fire, the bells of the ancient temple come out of the mist, and the birds start flying to disturb the morning tranquility. 6. Poems about the red leaves in autumn
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night
Frost leaves are as red as the February flowers
Tang Dynasty in the Mountains - Du Muyuan goes up to the cold mountain rocks The path is slanted, and there are people living where the white clouds are. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers. The red leaves stand proudly in the frosty cool mist like a phoenix dancing for nine days, showing the long passing of years, pursuing intoxicating hope and ordinary love, looking for With the passion of life and selfless detachment! It’s the time when the red leaves are like fire again. It was rare that we had free time this weekend, so we decided to go see the red leaves. Everyone else was tied up with various affairs. This time, it was just my wife and I. We were really not used to going out in such a deserted way, and I couldn't help but feel a little lonely. Along the way, there are slender weeping willows and graceful slender willows. The rich green that was once like splashing ink has long lost its former appearance, and the floating golden yellow is smearing the autumn scroll wantonly. Driving into the deep mountains and reaching the 18th plate, the car started to shake violently. Each bend was more than 300 degrees. One side of the road was a steep mountain, and the other side was an abyss. No one who has ever walked on a mountain road would come here. I was so scared that I didn't even dare to open my eyes. However, the scenery is extremely beautiful. The mountains are winding and steep, and the steep peaks are like shavings. The rich green of the mountains has been combed by the autumn wind into a delicate and beautiful color, stretching gently before my eyes like brocade. However, I don’t know what happened today. I shouldn’t be a person who gets carsick, but now I feel so uncomfortable. I actually got carsick. I stopped on the side of the road several times. When my lover saw this, he said, “If it doesn’t work, just go back.” How can this happen? It can’t just be like this. What a disappointment! Reprinted from: Wuyou Life Network () Finally arrived at the scenic spot. See that clear blue water again. The water surface is not big, but it is clear and attractive. There are green water plants floating under the clear water surface, wisps of them slowly swaying, so your soul and your thoughts , at this time, he could not help but sink to the bottom of the water, and followed the soothing soft waves to move leisurely among the water plants. We were here last year at this time. At that time, the road to the top of the mountain had not yet been completely opened, so I only saw the scenery halfway up the mountain. However, this clear water poured into my heart and has been lingering in my mind for a whole year. Now and now, I stopped by the pond and took a look. The fatigue and tiredness on the road had already been sent to the sky by this time. So we walked up the stairs. Both sides of the road were covered with red leaves, which extended our field of vision. There seemed to be someone talking in front of us, and after a while, we saw a couple about the same age as us resting on the stone strips under the tree, so they walked up the stairs while we followed. From time to time, the woman would break a red leaf and splendidly fixate herself on the scenery. Their gentle whispers and leisurely joy made me suddenly feel that our trip for the two of us was actually so romantic this time. For many years, I have been burying myself in various affairs and family relationships. I have never taken care of each other and myself so intently. Today, with the gentle mountain breeze and the whirling red leaves, I suddenly said to my lover as if I was falling into a dream. : "It's just the two of us today, so nice!". So we kept choosing scenic spots, arbitrarily positioning ourselves with the scenery. When we reached the middle of the mountain, just where we went back last year, the pair couldn't hold on anymore, and I was in high spirits, climbing deeper and higher. The scenery in front is the first time we meet. The dense primary secondary forest spreads before our eyes. Thick leaves are falling on each stone step, like butterfly wings, and the final beauty is splendid in silence. Finally reached the top of the mountain! When we climbed the last stone steps out of breath, we reached the top of the mountain - it was so open! This is indeed a scenic spot for red leaves. But I saw that the eyes were full of bright red, and the trees and clumps were glowing like fire and clouds all around. There were several stone benches placed appropriately under the red leaf trees, and there was an oval stone carving in the middle - Hongyeping. .
Oh, this is Hongyeping! I looked around excitedly, surrounded by mountains, white clouds floating in the air, and flowers swaying on the hillside beside the flat. So I ran to the hillside, carefully picked mountain flowers, randomly folded a red leaf, and paired it with a few leaves of green grass at my feet. A large bouquet of flower arrangements was created beautifully. So amidst the flowers, we strolled slowly in the grounds, leaving behind our whispers and beautiful shadows under the red trees, on the steep rocks, and in the colorful grass. At this time, we had already forgotten our age. Like a child who has reunited with his mother after a long absence, his first and purest affection is released unobstructed in the mother's generous palm. Oh, I really want to lie down on the stone bench like this, completely let go of the mountains and fields, let the warm sunshine gently bathe my dusty state of mind, let the mountain wind weave an elegant cloak for me, and watch the white clouds leisurely It is curled up above my head, and the chirping of insects brings out the distant dream that has been deep in my heart for a long time. Oh, I'm drunk! Drunk in it, no longer thinking about the mortal world, no longer thinking about the journey back... 7. Ancient poems about red leaves in autumn
Mountain Walk 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. The courtyard is full of fragrance. The maple leaves are flowing red. The sunset is red and the autumn scenery is magnificent, even with the cold frost color flowing red.
The dream is gone, but the dream is over. Who knows the simplicity and elegance? No resentment, only pity for the dead leaves.
The clouds cover my tears, the wind makes me haggard, and the water weeps to express my sorrow. Worrying.
Love is attached to the world, sorrow and hope are everywhere, and I am alone. I want to complain that I have no one to accompany me, so I cry and chant poems.
The waning moon shines silently and coldly, making it difficult to raise the eyebrows, like a sick couplet. Transformed into soil, no thoughts left, waiting in silence before winter.
Night mooring in Niuzhu, nostalgic for the past, Li Bai Niuzhu Xijiang night, there is no cloud in the blue sky. Climbing the boat and looking at the autumn moon, I recall 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.
Jiangling is worried and looking forward to sending children to safety. Yu Xuanji The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail. Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. Jiang Feng, the fisherman, sleeps in sorrow. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at midnight Sanlv Temple Dai Shulun The flow of Yuan and Xiang is endless, how deep is the resentment of Qu Song.
Autumn smoke rises at dusk, Xiao Xiaofeng woods, Li Shangyin Who can accompany you when you are lonely on a cold night? It’s hard to break up with the rain. When Feng was drunk and had yet to wake up, he fell in love with the world and regretted that he had no chance.
"A Presentation to Huainan Li Pushe" by Zhao Xia of the Tang Dynasty. In his early years, he paid homage to the wealthy marquis, but today it is hard for him to be ashamed. The new promise is like a mountain and I can't bear it, and the old kindness is like water flowing all over my body.
The red leaves of horses neigh in the evening, and the sunshine shines on the Yangtze River in autumn. The merits and virtues are so great that they know nothing about them, but a single word can bring about hundreds of lives of sorrow.
Send Wen Shangshu to Luo, Song Dynasty Kou Zhun flies in front of Xiaoxiao Hongye Horse, and sends Wangsun Zhoujin back home. However, I was disappointed when I visited the old place. The stream was full of fish and moss in autumn.
"Moving to Residence" Song Dynasty Author: Wu Zeli I have been around for a long time and have no strong plans for repairing the door, so I invade Xunhua and want to donate books. The Diaoqiu is covered in dust on weekdays, and the thatched hut is surrounded by rivers and lakes in its old age.
After the moon falls in the blue sky, the red leaves flutter and the wild geese arrive. The old friend brings wine and good deeds, and sends me to forget the old house. Jinling Nostalgia Wang Gui, Song Dynasty Nostalgic visits to the ancient times are leisurely, and I go to the river city alone to see the autumn.
A bird brings smoke to leave Zhugisa, and a few sails and rain return to the boat. Xiaoxiaomu is shocked by the red leaves, and the miserable cold clouds are pressing down on the old building.
Who can ask about the desolation of our motherland? People’s hearts will never be more romantic. Mr. Lu Xun wrote in the poem "Sending Mr. Zengtianshe Back to the Country" that the hibiscus trees are in good autumn, and the maple leaves shine like red leaves in the tender cold.
But the hanging willows are folded to see off the returning guests, and my heart follows the east pole to recall the past. Guo Moruo once wrote a red leaf poem: The red leaves have been frosted for a long time, but they still love the old branches.
Open the window to listen to the dawn birds, and bow your head to write new poems. Modern people's poems praising red leaves are also very popular: the autumn mountains reflect the clouds and the river is red; the fallen leaves are flowing with the maples on both sides of the river.
Suddenly, it was like a night of wind and frost, like the ink falling on a painting. ★There are no fallen leaves in the small pavilion in the wind, and the caterpillars are relatively spinning autumn silk. Small pavilion; a small room with a window sill.
"Autumn Day" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty ★Autumn appearance is all over the hibiscus courtyard, and the frost and flowers on the grass are evenly like needles. Autumn appearance: Autumn color. Old: Deep.
"Magnolia" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty ★There are many green lotuses in the setting sun. I know that person who is holding hatred and bearing the west wind. Who is that person?
Back to the west wind: Turn your back to the autumn wind. Refers to the lotus leaf being blown by the autumn wind so that its stems are bent.
"Poppy Beauty" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty ★The mountains are covered with light clouds, the sky is sticky with decaying grass, and the sound of paintings cuts off Qiaomen. Decaying grass: withered grass. Painted horn: a horn used in the military.
Broken: completely. Qiaomen: Drum tower on the city, used to keep an eye on the enemy.
Three sentences about the autumn scenery of the lonely city. "Man Ting Fang" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty ★When the west wind falls, people are all thin in the green mountains. "The Resentment of Zhaojun" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty ★I feel that everything in the world will fall when autumn comes Rhyme ★It is not inevitable that the autumn air will be sad, but the mild cold is just a pleasant thing.
The green pond has fallen away and the red flowers have fallen, but the fallen leaves are still blooming. The smallest money is pleasant: agreeable. Red lotus (pronounced the same as "qu"): lotus.
But: open to the end. Minimum coin: Newly grown lotus leaves are as big as a small copper coin.
Song Dynasty Yang Wanli's "Late Steps in the Cool Autumn" ★The gardener should not fold the autumn lotus, because he will cover the setting sun with the swimming fish. Song Dynasty Zhou Mi's "Xicheng Abandoned Garden" (also "Xicheng Abandoned Garden"). Field stalks.
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★The sky and water are blue, dyeing the river with autumn colors dyeing: dyeing. Song·Zhou Mi's "Hearing the Magpie's Joy·Wu Mountain Viewing the Waves" ★Only one Wushan leaf, I don't know how many sounds of autumn Song·Zhang Yan's "Qing Ping Le" ★Thousands of valleys and springs sound outside the pines, and several rows of autumn colors are coming from the wild geese (sounds are the same as "Congratulations") "):valley.
"Two Poems about Dreaming of Climbing the Mountain" by Saduzi of the Yuan Dynasty ★The autumn wind blows white waves, and the autumn rain destroys the lotuses. Thirty miles away from Pinghu, passers-by feel the abundance of autumn. Baihe: residual lotus.
"Nine Miscellaneous Odes of Crossing Gaoyou Sheyang Lake" by Saduzi of the Yuan Dynasty ★The setting sun in the isolated village is covered with light smoke, jackdaws in the old trees, and under the shadow of a flying dragon. The setting sun: sunset glow. Jackdaw: A crow that returns to the woods after cold weather.
Feihong: Wild Goose. "Autumn" by Bai Pu of the Yuan Dynasty★ Taking advantage of the cold wave to cross the river at night, the sound of wild geese with yellow leaves in the forest is clear. Wang Shizhen's "On the River"★The color of the mountains is shallow and deep with the sunset, and the river flow changes day and night. The sound of autumn changes: the river flows as the river follows. The sound changes as summer passes and autumn comes.
Qing Dynasty and Song Dynasty Bowl "Nine days together with Jiang Rulong, Wang Xiqiao, and Cheng Muqing went to Huiguang Pavilion to drink in the bamboo garden to share the charm" ★The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow, and the wild geese return to the Han Dynasty· Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci" ★The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and the dew turns to frost. Wei Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms · Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing" ★There are many fallen leaves in the Palm Garden, and I am surprised to know that the Autumn Palm Garden is the Palm Lane Courtyard. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty "Repaying Liu Chaisang" ★Far and Far Away On the new autumn evening, the moon is about to be full Far and Far Away: describes the long night.
Tingting: distant appearance. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty "Encountering Fire in the Sixth Month of the Year of Wushen" ★The whereabouts of the hibiscus dew fell, and the willows were sparse in the moon. Hibiscus: lotus.
"Autumn Thoughts" by Xiao Cui of Qi Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties ★ Looking out at the cold city, the plain and clear state of Chu is clear. Cold city: The cold has invaded the city gate. Look: look into the distance.
Pingchu: Pingye. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation.
Two sentences describe the scene of early autumn. Xie Tiao of Qi Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties "Wang Wang in Xuancheng County" ★Under the leaves of Tinggao trees, the autumn clouds fly in Longshou Tinggao: flat land beside the water.
Konoha: leaves. Longshou: The name of the mountain, between today's Shaanxi and Gansu.
Liang Liu Hun's "Poetry of Tamping Clothes" of the Southern Dynasties ★The grass is low, the fog in Jincheng, the wind at Yumen under the trees The grass is low: the grass is withered. Kinoshita: The leaves are falling.
Jincheng: The name of an ancient county, located between present-day Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu Province today.
Two sentences describe the cold autumn scenery in the northwest. "Farewell Poems" by Liang Fan Yun of the Southern Dynasties ★Autumn sounds of trees and cold mountains Autumn sounds: In autumn, the west wind blows, the vegetation falls, and there are many chilling sounds.
Northern Zhou Dynasty·Yu Xin's "Epitaph of the Duke of Zhou Qiao and his Lady Bu Lu Gu" ★It was September in Wei, and the preface was in the third autumn. Wei: a auxiliary word, meaningless. Order: Season.
Flying together: The setting clouds are falling from the sky, the lonely birds are flying from bottom to top, and they are flying together.
One color: The autumn water is blue and reaches the sky, and the sky is blue and reflects the water, forming one color. Tang Dynasty Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to the Knee King Pavilion of Hongfu in Autumn" ★The trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with sunset. Tang Dynasty Wang Ji's "Ambition" ★The hanging forest scenery is unique.