In early September and autumn,
I am here. I am here,
Wandering on this loess land,
Wandering between wheels and footsteps.
The melancholy girl held me in her hand.
The rain in her hair
Dropping on my heart.
I am a fallen leaf,
With the autumn wind in northern Shaanxi,
I came early,
The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed,
Chongyang is far away,
Cold autumn wind
And cold rain,
Diffuse in the yellow land of northern Shaanxi.
I slipped from the girl's hand,
In the end, there was only one wet road left.
I didn't know it was a girl's tear.
Or the cold autumn rain.
I am a fallen leaf,
I stopped wandering,
Stay in this dark corner,
Slowly rotting,
Waiting for the sun next spring.
The red leaves fluttered in the dusk and passed the pavilion where I drank.
A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range.
The color of the trees changes with the passage of time, and I can hear the river looking for the sea.
Tomorrow, we can reach the prosperous capital Chang 'an. I am still at ease with the dream of fisherman and woodcutter!
To annotate ...
1, Changting: it is often used as a farewell place, and later refers to roadside pavilions.
2. Taihua: Huashan.
3. Zhongtiao Mountain: the name of the mountain, in Yongji County, Shanxi Province.
4. hey: far.
5. Hometown: refers to the capital city.
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Maple trees rustle in the wind in autumn night;
Spending the night in Tongguan Post House has its own bouquet.
A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain;
Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiao Mountain.
From a distance, the tree color extends with Tongguan Mountain;
The Yellow River flows into the sea, and the sound of the waves whirls and stirs.
Tomorrow, you can reach the bustling capital Chang' an;
I'd better dream of fishing and collecting firewood!
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This is a poem from Tongguan to Beijing, staying at a post station overnight and asking for heaven. Although there is no word "stay" in the poem, it is obvious between the lines that you spend the night in the post house, and it is raining in autumn night, looking around and touching the scenery. Zhuan Xu writes about the momentum of Tongguan mountains and rivers. What you see and hear in the writing of necklaces is boundless from near to far. The two couplets are neat and natural. The couplet finally points out that going to Beijing is not what you want, which is implicit and euphemistic.
Poetry about autumn 3 sunny autumn day
Like falling ice
The ambition in my heart
Long lost.
No ideal person.
Where are you going?
I am now.
How to find it?
Original dream
Once the heart becomes impetuous.
Buddha said, never wipe it off, don't create dust.
But I can't shake off the dust in my heart.
Poem 4 on Autumn Although autumn has arrived, the sunshine at noon is still unusually warm.
It even makes people sweat.
Only the wind in the morning is a little cold. Like mist, or fresh after rain.
So, early in the morning, I walked along the Bianhe River and saw a tree with green leaves.
The flowers are still blooming for the second time, and the leaves are still attractive in green.
Even the elderly who do morning exercises are still short-sleeved shorts. There is no artistic conception of autumn chill.
The water by the river is still very clear, and the soil on the shore is still very fragrant.
Even the Bianhe Bridge without any decoration still looks like a summer scenery.
It's just that the half-hidden morning fog blends with pedestrians, which has blurred the' blank space' in summer.
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In this way, I stayed on the bench sitting quietly on the river bank.
I praise the beauty of autumn unscrupulously.
I don't think that simple flower is as bright as summer.
But it is also implicitly open.
Even if there are occasional yellow leaves or rotten purple,
Instead, it sets off a gorgeous early autumn!
What a cool night,
The noise of summer is long gone,
Couples who go home in the summer.
I don't know why.
But I picked up the lingering early.
On this moonless autumn night
Disappear without a trace ......
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Now that you have smelled your first cold,
So,
Autumn is much quieter.
Cicada stopped chirping,
Flowers no longer smile.
The birds on the river bank are very quiet.
Even dragonflies that hit her face everywhere on weekdays.
I didn't see it flying in front of my eyes.
Only the string of lost dew
It feels desolate,
A lonely man crawled on the autumn grass.
In autumn, all the noise will soon be silent.
In autumn, a new date is about to begin.
Autumn is a fruitful show.
The curtain is about to open!