Author: anonymous
A maple leaf
Blown away by the wind
Say goodbye to the roots' affection.
Single comb
A vague past
Pick up the unruly and frivolous.
Watch a meteor
Cut through the vast sky
Ren yueliang
Turn over a gentle heart.
The moonlight evoked memories of maple leaves.
Yesterday's happiness
The feeling of great changes in personnel and scenery
Those so-called love stories
Quietly wet with dew
Miss,
Can only be washed repeatedly in autumn.
Naked Jane
Be used as a bookmark
Sandwiched in the title page full of love.
Open your eyes.
But I can't appreciate the beauty in the book.
Yellow leaves
Unable to erase
Traces of vicissitudes of life
2 "Maple Leaf"
Author: tap the strings
The fiery red subverts the green.
A misty mountain is full of abyss.
Standing between smoke and red leaves
But I can't see anything.
You can't turn a blind eye.
When the rustling sounds, the red leaves flutter.
Yes, you can't see it in the abyss.
If there is a rope, it will climb.
The maple leaf swept overhead.
Can you tell the difference between green and abyss?
2. A modern poem describing maple leaves.
Another flaming maple leaf
Floating with blessings
Christmas tree in colorful clothes
Because you are more intoxicated.
This flaming maple leaf
Light the whole winter.
In the white season
Jump out of the romance of youth
This flaming maple leaf
Flights drifting into memory
be lost in thought
Coagulation-precipitation-
Take this flaming maple leaf
It was wet for a long time.
The season when maple leaves are lit.
Is real-forever.
3. Modern Poet Praising Autumn Red Leaves Author: Cang Zijun, leaning against autumn, came a hope, HongLing floated quietly and put on spring clothes for autumn. I can't help but walk into the long-lost red. The soft heart door opens instantly, and you see waves of spring water rippling and a string of summer love overflowing. The wind is telling a story, and it is falling in the wind. I don't know whether this is the sigh of love in autumn or Xiao Liang's silent sadness. Destroy an immortal and proud autumn. How many people can read those sad stories that are adjacent to beauty? Autumn guests are also easy to get carried away. They are used to listening to the flowers of Chunfang and pretending to be elegant green leaves. Who has heard the sound of red leaves? She said, I am the dreamer who hurts autumn. As long as there is a faint reverie, I can call the breeze before the cold, make the dream more round and the red leaves more red. The autumn that I can't hold on to is still pervasive. Spring, summer and winter seem to be swallowed up in it, like thorns and knives. How much do I want to leave graffiti in the arms of red leaves forever? The wind scar is carved into a ball that can't tell the years, and then it rolls freely across borders in a simple way. Looking back at the distant red leaves "Love of Maple Leaves" Author: Jia Tiancheng's unique love clock among the maple leaves, because the maple leaves are enchanting and gorgeous, and the autumn frost dyed its leaves red. Autumn wind has withered its gorgeous clothes, and autumn rain has quietly destroyed its face and turned it into mud. Maple leaf has a beautiful and moving appearance, and the blood seems to be passionate, which makes your heart bright, orange-red, like a glass of wine, mellow and lingering. Maple leaf! You are neither a flower nor a flower. You have a magnificent atmosphere. Dress up in autumn. You are a beautiful flower, pleasing to the eye and full of praise. Let it have a long dream in the book of red maple leaf. Keep your love, which makes beautiful natural autumn treasure. Maple leaves in autumn and sunset glow in my heart. How charming the maple leaves are in the world. Your love is too strong, too loyal and too long. Maple leaves are red. Author: Murong Yixi In this strange city, autumn has arrived. The lonely maple trees on the roadside began to turn red. I stood under the tree, looking carefully for the reddest maple leaf and the most beautiful one. When you receive this red leaf, it may have withered, leaving only withered veins. Please don't throw it in the wind. Because that's my miss and your concern. "Dancing alone in the maple leaf" Author: Free and unfettered swordsman, autumn wind, throbbing green, dyed with the pure beauty of the fiery red season, the spring dream faded into emptiness. Stubborn maple leaf, it is difficult to give up the sweetness of meeting in the past. How can we try to find the trace of butterflies like water? Only lonely shadows are lonely, and countless people write with romantic youth. Tenderness is now a dry vein, and only pain has a soft spot for it. I buried all my vows in the cold winter, Gently flows through everything, ..........................................................................................................................................., but who would have thought The hidden maple leaf is like an elegant lie, which no longer makes me believe. I once fantasized that if I were a maple leaf and walked with you in Shan Ye, immersed in the sea of red maple, you could attach yourself to the maple leaf, become a butterfly and fly to the boundless forest alone. How many times have I traveled around Hanshan Creek, looking for your affectionate smile? I stared into the distance, but I didn't see you. Flying maple leaves and butterflies, where do you live? Can you give me some information, even a little dark red? Can you find the happiness of the past in your promise without regret? Can you light a heart lamp for me? Even a little light? Don't think that the flying maple leaves bring me a touch of sadness. Don't think I'm secretly crying. In fact, the dew on the leaves is just a pipa tune played in my heart, which is full of beauty in spring, summer and autumn. Next year's branches will take away all my beauty.
4. Red maple poems, or modern poems. I see guests off on the Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustle in autumn-Bai Juyi's pipa trip.
Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.
Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".
Thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shadowy river bridges, and late sails —— More than Jiangling's Sorrow for Peace.
I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.
Travel in the mountains
Don: Du Mu
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
There are people in the depths of white clouds.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Five songs about feeling maple trees
Author: Li Henian Author: Tang
The autumn waters in Shi Gen are bright, and the grass is thin on the rocky shore.
Invasion of wild bamboo incense, stinging and hanging wild thick.
When Cen Zhongyue returns, the toad hangs in the air.
Gui Lu made fun of Xian E and the clouds under the starry sky.
The bleak gardenia falls, and the mountain cries.
And Zhang Zhongwei, the book case will be rotten.
Fragrant Hill
Rain hits the pine trees,
Frost dyed the maple leaves red.
The wind blows white clouds,
Wan Li sends tenderness.
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
-Du Mu
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.
Bai Juyi stayed overnight in autumn rain.
The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
Xing Shan Dumu
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Send Zhou Zi to Lodi to meet Cen Can in Jingnan.
Orange blossoms in Shandian and new maple leaves in Jiangcheng.
On the moonlit night in Jianglou, I heard Liu Cang's flute.
Think of the bright moon, the waves are white, and the sound enters the autumn maple leaves in Yun Lan.
Yushanling Zuo Huang Fu Zeng
Autumn flowers are like snow, and maple leaves can't help frost.
Guo Man Dong Song Wenzhi
The forest is covered with maple leaves and the garden is covered with orange blossoms.
Wang Changling who sent Meng Haoran to Lingnan.
Dongting is far and near, and maple leaves are in early autumn.
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
Looking at the oriental maple trees in the mountains, I had a trip to Chengdu.
At the west corner of the Wumen Gate, under the Red Chamber, there is a Feng Dan tree.
Land tour in early winter
The better the maple leaf, the more fragrant the plum blossom.
A land tour in late autumn
Maple leaves want to suffer first, chrysanthemums don't support it.
Wen Zhiming Shanshui Gan Long
Go to the summer pine to shade the old and order the new autumn maple leaves.
Send Masuda back to Lu Xun.
Fusang is just like the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan.
In autumn in Jiangnan, chestnuts are as ripe as fists. Maple leaves are red, rosy, light reeds and white waves are flowing.
Fengxiang was in Hua Jing late, and Jinshan was in the shadow.
The red Ye Feng forest is full of tongues, and the yellow mud is wild and dances with chickens.
Frost-dyed crow maple is drunk in the sun, and cold rushes to Jinghe River with ice flow.
Wild geese fly high, the sun and the moon are white, and the green maple turns red in the frosty sky.
5. What are the poems about maple leaves?
1, Jiangling is worried about sending her son to a safe place.
Don, Yu.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
2. Night berth near Fengqiao.
Don, people.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
3. hiking.
Don, Du Mu.
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
4. Listen to the flowing tones.
Tang, Wang Changling.
Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided.
The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep.
5, youth travel Lin Feng red through the evening smoke green.
Song Dynasty, Jie Jiang.
The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.
The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.
6, partridge day, maple leaves fall into the river, water falls into autumn.
Song Dynasty, Su Dong.
Maple falls into the river, water falls into the wild, and autumn falls. The faint smoke and rotten grass are connected with the hills in the suburbs.
Drunk sleep in Xiaowu Huangmaodian, dreaming of leaning on Hongye Building in Gaocheng.
It's a long day and a long road. Fan Song, Tang Zheng, waits for leisure.
Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Pu Yuan Furong Ye is sad.
6. Ask for both ancient poems and modern poems about maple leaves. It is better to have an interpreter. The red leaves in the western hills are good, and the frost is heavier.
The same is true of the revolution, and the struggle sees the hero. ——————— Rola Chen Falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers.
—————————— Gong Zizhen's "Send Zengtian to the Countryside" Fusang is just right in Qiu Guang, and the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan. However, I turned to Yang to send my guests back, and my heart followed Dong Zhuo's New Year memory.
——————————————— Lu Xun's red leaves are frosty for a long time, and he still loves the old branches. Open the window to listen to birds, and lower your head to pick up new poems.
—————————— Guo Moruo's new yellow persimmon leaves are red, and they are also tallow and Feng Dan. —————————— Yang Wanli's forest faces the city blankly, and the red leaves and yellow flowers come from a river.
————————— Zhou Ang Temple is good because of its location. It is worth setting the sun when you climb it. Castle Peak is the Zen Pavilion, and the red leaves are full of monk corridors.
The bamboo color is even, and the sound of insects is on the floor. The most regrettable thing is that the east is quiet and close to the Chu city wall.
—————————— Zhu Qingyu Qingxi Qu Fenglin turned around, and the red leaves fell into the boat without wind. ——————————— Fan Chengda stopped to sit in the maple forest late, and the frosty leaves were redder than the February flowers.
———————— Du Mu is on the yellow, red, purple and green rocks, among the pine and bamboo trees far and near, the mountains should not be old in autumn, and the peaks are in childhood. ———————————— Zhao Chengde Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was lonely and drunk.
-Yang Wanli is lying in the lotus leaves, and he is trapped in the western hills in the cold autumn and summer. From then on, the sunshine grows on the branches warmly and quietly, and the affectionate eyes are easy to turn red with the maple leaves. A mountain is just a distant autumn, and the cold wind rustles in the mountain, betraying the attempt to put out the frost of the red regime. However, if you participate in the plot, how can the red leaves in the afterglow tremble and solidify the sound of a season? You are always reluctant to give in to the autumn life that should be so warm. How should life work? If it weren't for your persistence in the bleak cold night, how could I light the warm candlelight and pick some red leaves for your beloved? I said there was something on my mind, and you said it was your infatuation with me. It's three o'clock in the afternoon in Li Danping, Shandong, and every red cotinus coggygria leaf still exudes the fragrance of sunshine. You told me quietly that this must be the place where the sun takes a lunch break. We all said there was no need to take it to heart. Gold is buried in the land of red leaves in Xiangshan to welcome the winter. You spin silently and believe in flame-like love.
Boiling blood passes through the heart of Xiangshan, and your fiery eyes are wrapped in the black of dawn. You fall quietly, pursuing closeness in the soil.
Autumn wind cries and kisses you goodbye, and tears reflect your warmth. When you fall into the horizon, you think of cicadas, and the rotting corpse in the shell brings you a lifetime of piano music.
It's too late for you to wake up, and finally you look back and see your figure, or another red leaf-start falling in love.
7. Poems about Maple Leaves: The Rhythm of Danes Blooming in Maple Leaves
Man Fang Ting. Maple leaves are dripping with Dan:-In Sarutobi Kurenai, in summer, autumn leaves are flowing with Dan. I want to drift away, but my dream is broken. Simple and noble, who knows, without hatred, dead leaves are lonely. Clouds cover tears, winds promote haggard, and water cries. Worried. Fall in love with this world as soon as possible, look around sadly and be alone. You can't sue anyone if you want, so you cry and sing poetry. The waning moon is silent and cold, the eyebrows are difficult to show, and it is as sad as a disease. Turn the roots, swing without leaking, and be silent until winter.
Autumn rain, alcohol and tobacco,
Endure to listen to the complaints of the sunset.
Thinking about yourself, worrying about classics, being alone,
Wishful thinking.
Candles dim dreams.
Who cares about the situation and increases the pain,
Depression,
Cold peak tears a thousand lines.
The soul swings half a silk, drifting with the heart.
Worried,
In first frost, the solitary geese are even more boundless.
That night, I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's pipa trip.
Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.
Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".
Thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shadowy river bridges, and late sails —— More than Jiangling's Sorrow for Peace.
I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.