Whether in school or in society, everyone must be familiar with all kinds of ancient poems. Ancient poems after the Han and Wei dynasties are generally based on five or seven words, with certain rhymes and rhymes. So what kind of ancient poetry is a good ancient poetry? Below are the beautiful ancient poems about the Beginning of Autumn that I have compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Beautiful Ancient Poems on the Beginning of Autumn 1
Beginning of Autumn
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yanshi
This morning, I will stop being angry, Shang Biao has already been frightened.
The sky is filled with summer colors, and the leaves of the trees are moving with the sound of autumn.
About the author:
Liu Yanshi (about 742 to 813 AD), a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Bibliophile, native of Handan, Zhaozhou. He lived from about 742 to 813 AD, from the first year of Tianbao by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty to the eighth year of Yuanhe by Emperor Xianzong of the Tang Dynasty. If you don't respect your integrity, you won't be promoted to Jinshi. At the same time as Li He, his poems are so beautiful and magnificent that nothing can compare with his self-congratulations. He is also friendly with Meng Jiao. When I first came to Zhenxiang, I tried to make Wang Wujun, the Jiedushi envoy. Wu Jun was good at poetry and was buried in Xiangyang after his death. Meng Jiao composed a song and cried. His historical works include six volumes of songs and poems, and the "New Tang Calligraphy and Literature Chronicle" has been handed down to the world. He once traveled to Jinling, Xiaoxiang, Lingnan and other places. When Wang Wujun was appointed as the military governor of the German Army, he was quite good at literature and invited officials for him. He was appointed magistrate of Zaoqiang County and was known as "Liu Zaoqiang" in the world, but he did not take office. Beautiful Ancient Poems on the Beginning of Autumn 2
Looking into the mirror the day before the Beginning of Autumn
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
Everything is outside the body, and life is in the mirror.
But I will have snow on my temples and face the autumn wind tomorrow.
There is nothing more tragic than being wasted years and failing to achieve your ambitions, or even being hopeless. If you believe it is hopeless, you will turn to detachment and see through the world of mortals. Among the feudal scholars, most of them knew that there was no hope, but still held out hope, still pursued official careers, and were willing to suffer the pain of being reduced. Li Yi wrote this poem with this in mind.
On the second day of autumn, when looking in the mirror on the first day, it goes without saying that there is a sense of sadness for autumn. The poet saw that his temples were as white as snow and he was old. But he was neither surprised nor sad, but calm and indifferent, even a bit joking and self-deprecating. After all, the face in the mirror only represents past experiences, known experiences. He felt that he was alive, and that was enough. All the past events outside his body could be written off. There was no need to think too much, no need to worry, just let it stay in the mirror. However, the poet outside the mirror has to face the next day and the future, not knowing what to do. He felt that the next day was just like the previous day. In the past, there was no achievement and no gain; in the future, there is no need for success and no loss. What's more, time is ruthless. Autumn begins the next day. With the autumn wind, all things wither. So is your own destiny. You cannot escape from it and have no choice. You can only face the chilling autumn wind in this glorious year with a heart that has been chilled by disappointment. , accept the fading future. This conscious hopelessness made him go from being sad and indifferent to being extremely calm and sober. Although he was not desperate, he became futile. He put the bitterness of his life outside of himself, and there was infinite bitterness in his words. This is the feeling of the poet in this poem.
The title of the poem "The Day Before the Beginning of Autumn" indicates the date of writing, and it is mainly used to express the poem's Bixing meaning in the sad autumn. "Looking in the mirror" is a metaphor for looking at the past and coming. The first two sentences summarize the past where ambition is lost, which is looking towards the past; the last two sentences express the hopeless future, which is looking towards the future. The first sentence actually expresses all the emotions about life experience, and then uses specific images such as "in the mirror", "snow on the temples" and "facing the autumn wind" to express the indescribable experiences and future. These metaphors are both clear and implicit, making the whole article both realistic and interesting, coherent and coherent. Beautiful ancient poems on the Beginning of Autumn 3
Visiting the Garden on the Beginning of Autumn
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
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 knows how to plan for a period of time?
About the author:
Bai Juyi (772-846), courtesy name Letian, also known as Xiangshan Jushi, also known as Mr. Zuiyin, was originally from Taiyuan, and moved to Xiagui when his great-grandfather was here. Born in Xinzheng, Henan. He was a great realist poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three major poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen jointly advocated the New Yuefu Movement, known as "Yuan Bai" in the world, and "Liu Bai" together with Liu Yuxi. Bai Juyi's poetry has a wide range of themes, diverse forms, and simple and popular language. He is known as the "Poetry Demon" and the "Poetry King". He became a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy and a doctor of Zuo Zanshan. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. There is "Bai's Changqing Collection" handed down from generation to generation, and his representative poems include "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", "Charcoal Seller", "Pipa Play" and so on. Beautiful Ancient Poems on the Beginning of Autumn 4
"The second rhyme is Zhang Wu'an's Beginning of Autumn"
Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty | Author: Fang Hui
Not a single leaf of the west wind is thick, The accumulated rain and cold make guests think about autumn.
Try to look at Yan Lei through material conditions. But if you don't have anything to worry about, send it to Tuqiu.
How can an inkstone handle three qian of water? How can a bamboo surpass ten nin towers?
My husband is really happy to return home, and he should not be like me with a snow-covered head.
"On June 23, at the beginning of autumn, I heard that the thieves had defeated the town and general Kai had returned to the government."
Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty | Author: Fang Hui
Rebellion began The apricot blossoms fall, and the thieves flatten the Wu leaves.
I suddenly forgot about the three-day summer heat and suddenly solved the siege of thousands of mountains.
The general was wounded by a stray arrow, and the troops were dragging their bloody clothes.
If you don’t do this first, how can you return triumphantly?
"Reminiscences of Yuanjiu in Qujiang on the Beginning of Autumn"
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Bai Juyi
I dismounted my horse and walked up the embankment alone under the willow shade.
Old friends thousands of miles away, there are only a few new cicadas.
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.
"There is a dream at the beginning of autumn"
(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
The dew mat is clear, the bamboo is clear, and the fan is light.
As soon as we say goodbye to old friends, we meet again with the sound of new cicadas.
It’s the evening coolness that sets in, and the leisurely environment enters into a tranquil mood.
I turned back to the lamp and saw the crane, and heard the sheng playing through the bamboo.
One or two ladles of night tea and three autumn chants.
Thousands of miles away, the city of Changzhou is beyond the clouds.
"The Beginning of Autumn"
(Tang Dynasty) 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 declined.
Serving the country is of no use, and there is no time to return home.
The old smell in my heart is like studying hard last year.
"The Event with Wang Qing at the Beginning of Autumn"
(Tang Dynasty) Sikong Shu
Where can I see Qiu Yi? Let me ask Baiyun Guan. The cicadas chirp in the dark trees, and the butterflies slightly invade the orchids.
Moving towards the cool breeze, the heat has lingered in recent days. The floating air on the nine roads is reduced, and the Qianfeng peak is full of refreshment.
Changing clothes to prevent bamboo twilight, Shen Guo is surprised by the cold spring. The sound of the flower pestle is heard in the palace, and the dew plate appears in the clear sky.
The tall bird is leaning against the side, and the swimming tuna is leaning against the railing. Once you play the investment song, it will be difficult to continue singing with empty orders.
"There are works in the Li Qiu Yuyuan"
(Tang Dynasty) Du Fu
The mountains and clouds are no longer blocked, and the fire is flowing west again. The rain shakes the beautiful house, and the beams and plummets fade.
I feel ashamed of my confidant when I am at the end of my road, and I can use the help of others to make progress. I have spent the early morning to pay homage to those who grow up.
Undress and open the door to the north, take a pillow and face the south building. The trees are wet, the wind is cool, the river is noisy and the water is floating.
The etiquette is gentle and the heart is comfortable, and the festival is refreshing and the disease is slightly relieved. The Lord will return to adjust the tripod, and I will also visit the old hills.
"Returning Home from Beijing after the Beginning of Autumn"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Ying
When the fence falls and I return home in autumn, I see the bean blossoms, and the bamboo gate serves as a horizontal bridge on the water bank.
When it rains in the Songzhai, it is better to clear the mat, and in the Buddhist chamber, the solitary lamp faces the crimson gauze.
Holding the sorrow all day long is like a mouse, and when the time comes, it is as lazy as a snake.
Is there any bass near the Xijiang River? Zhang Han arrived home in his boat.
"Enjoying the Garden on the Beginning of Autumn"
(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
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 knows how to plan for a period of time?
"Reminiscences of Yuanjiu in Qujiang on the Beginning of Autumn"
(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
Dismounted from the horse and walked up the embankment alone under the willow shade.
Old friends thousands of miles away, there are only a few new cicadas.
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. Beautiful Ancient Poems on the Beginning of Autumn 5
Red Leaves Luo Yin
I am helpless by the deserted city, which is worthy of the evening light.
The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain.
Wandering on Baling Road, beauty Chang Xin Palace.
Waiting for the end of the year to live leisurely, feeling endlessly disappointed.
The Book of Songs: There are bitter leaves on the beetle.
There are bitter leaves on the beetle. Deep is severe, shallow is exposed.
There are rivers and lakes 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, whether people are involved or not. Whether a person is involved or not, he must be my friend.
Early Autumn Guest House Du Mu
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is startled by autumn.
I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about the guests every year.
Where will we leave? How long will it last?
Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free.
If there is a rabbit with a head, burn it 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 can be fired with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he can reward him with words.
Frost leaves fly thousands of 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 pulse pulse, separation love resentment dawn. 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 streets and secluded streets, chasing pleasure and seeking rewards, arriving first before others leave you 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.
Fallen Leaves by Kong Shaoan
In early autumn, the leaves fall, falling like a guest’s heart.
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.
Red curtains are arranged in rows, 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, rise and fall, are related to the exterior and interior.
Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves.
Don’t say it’s falling, it’s starting from now on.
sleeper of the autumn trees in the face of the wind, a person who has been drinking wine for a long time.
It looks like frosty leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.
The cold locust leaves are harvested by Du Fu
The green and tall locust leaves are picked and handed to the Chinese chef. New noodles come to the market, and they are all delicious.
It is too mature to enter the capital, and you 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.
On a moonlit night, cold dew can be seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree 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 all over, 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 fell, Li Cunzhen
One leaf fell, and the pearls and foil were 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.
"The banyan leaves have fallen off in February in Liuzhou" by Liu Zongyuan
"The love of official affairs is sad and 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.
Fallen 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 that the frequency is scanned 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.
Fallen 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 autumn colors fall from the harmonious smoke, and the love spreads thousands of miles along with the waves.
On several nights, the shadows of birds are hidden in the moon, and the sound of crickets is heard in every family.
For a while, I didn’t feel much regret for my decline, watching the flowers being cut in the breeze.
Looking at the yellow leaves in Yuezhou, Zhang said
Looking at the yellow leaves with a white head, the faces are complex and geometric.
Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song.