1. Poems about fields, autumn scenery
2. Poems about autumn scenery and wind
Poems about fields, autumn scenery 1. Poems describing the scenery of rice fields in autumn
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"A poem falls silently"
Leaves in the golden sunshine
Begin to dance wildly
Invisible wind
Playing the sounds of nature
This is the season
for the purification of living beings in the world
A poem
But In this way, the dust has settled
The wind shadow moves
The fields sing the silver autumn
A bunch of rice ears sways the beauty of autumn
In the moonlight
I feel the eyes of a poet
"The Back of Late Autumn"
In the afterglow of the setting sun
A loneliness
Is this a gift deliberately dropped by God
Haizi
This song of walking life
is like A Silent Falling Poetry
The Unbearable Lightness of Life
"The Last Poet"
The sunny days are about to pass
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A drop of bird song drops in the withered forest
I sit and taste the flowing time
The Situation of Life and Death
The rhythm that Haizi did not take away after leaving
"Into Autumn"
Into Autumn
Infinite poetry
Like the golden waves of wheat in the rice fields
Let all the girls who harvest joy
Be the bride of my poetry
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I will hold the guitar and play it
Floating in the fields
Rumors look at the face of the city
I sink into the soil
It is a kind of selfish escape
Like stepping into a sacred hall
No sound can be heard
But poetry will not die
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Villas and fields are like happiness and joy
Looking at each other
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The most beautiful scenery
2. Ancient poems describing the autumn pastoral
1. Two quatrains (Du Fu)
Chi Ri Jiang Shan Beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
2. Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei)
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.
3. Passing by my old friend’s village (Meng Haoran)
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
4. A gift to Pei Xiu Caidi (Wang Wei) from Wangchuan's leisurely residence
The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.
Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.
The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.
On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willows.
5. Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 1 (Tao Yuanming)
The birds in the cage miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside.
The square house covers an area of ??more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall.
6. Pastoral Yanhuai (Li Bai)
Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class exceeded ten thousand miles.
How to lead a white calf and drink water from a clear stream.
7. Lu Chai (Wang Wei)
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.
Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
8. Autumn in the Mountains (Wang Wei)
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
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 off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
9. April in the countryside (Weng Juan)
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.
10. Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons (Fan Chengda)
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are sparse and white cauliflowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
11. Tour to Shanxi Village (Luyou)
Moxiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
12. The pastoral scene of mid-autumn rain (Geng Mao)
The desert is covered with heavy clouds and the rain is drooping.
The ancient road of Linyan is full of wasteland.
When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will be able to cook.
The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches.
In the evening, new woodcutters are wet, and in the morning, the old fishery is moved.
Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence.
13. Xinyiwu (Wang Wei)
There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
14. The pastoral scene in Qishang (Wang Wei)
Sitting on the water in Qi, there are no mountains in the vast wilderness to the east.
The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is bright in the well.
The shepherd boy went to look at the village, and the hound returned with him.
What's the matter with a quiet person? The thorns fly through the daylight.
15. Returning to Songshan (Wang Wei)
The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.
The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk.
The deserted city faces the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
After a long journey, Song Gao came back and retreated.
16. Cui Puyang’s brother Ji Zhong came to visit the mountains in front of Weimen (Wang Wei) (Wang Wei)
The autumn scenery is beautiful, and Kuang Junchi is free.
Longing under the west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door.
Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.
17. Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei)
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
18. Zhongnan Mountain (Wang Wei)
Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas.
The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing.
The peaks in the field are changing, and the clouds and sunshine are different.
If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.
19. Pastoral Works ① (Meng Haoran)
Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I am laboring on the woodcutter road.
There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong?
20. Since Dasan, the bamboo-studded road in the deep forest winds forty or fifty miles to Huangniu (Wang Wei)
The dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and there will be three breaks within a few miles.
Turning around, I saw my disciples, hidden in the forest hills.
The rain falls on the pines and gurgling on the rocks.
Quiet words in the deep stream, roaring high in the mountains.
3. Poems describing autumn pastoral ancient poems
Wang Wei's "Lu Chai" No one can be seen on the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.
Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. In the Zhuli Pavilion, I sit alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. Autumn is dark in the mountains. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
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 off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas connected.
The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshine are different.
If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water. Passing Xiangji Temple I didn’t know Xiangji Temple, but I entered Yunfeng within a few miles.
Where is the bell in the deep mountains where there are no people walking on the ancient trees? The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green. In the dusk, the music of the empty pool is used to calm the poisonous dragon.
Qingxi When entering Huanghuachuan, I chase the water of Qingxi. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.
Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
Looking at the new clear fields (one night) The new clear fields are vast. Extremely untainted.
Guomen faces the crossing. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.
Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.
There is no idle person in the farming month. The whole family is in trouble.
Traveling in early spring, the purple plum blossoms are blooming for the first time, and the yellow bird songs are still astringent. Whose family loses their Yang daughter, it would be too late to have spring.
I love the water and look at the makeup while sitting, and I am ashamed of the flowers standing in front of me. The fragrance is afraid of being blown away by the wind, and the clothes are worried about getting wet with dew.
In the jade boudoir's gate, the sunset and the incense car enter. You Yanyi is lovesick and cries towards the colorful curtain.
I fall into a dream when I remember you, and I am even more suspicious when I return late. Not as good as the Red-Eaves Swallow, when it roosts on the green grass.
Let’s take a look at some of Meng Haoran’s poems, “Inscribed on the empty guest room in Cuiwei Temple in Zhongnan” by Meng Haoran. In Cuiwei Zhongnan, it is better to return to the sun after the rain. After being in seclusion for a long time, I climbed up and looked out.
Then I built a secluded room, and then I realized that tranquility is wonderful. Although Confucianism and Taoism are different schools, Yunlin is quite similar.
The two are happy with each other, chatting and laughing. When I sleep under a high window in the dark, I can see the mountains burning in the distance.
Remembering the Akagi logo, and remembering Linhaiqiao even more. There is a clear sound in the wind and spring, so why should the Su family roar?
"The old master's mountain house, the future will never come" Meng Haoran The sun set over the west ridge, and the ravines were dimmed. The pine moon is cool at night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds.
The woodcutter wants to return home, and the smoke and bird habitats are beginning to settle. When the son comes, Gu Qin waits for Luo Jing.
"Roading on the Yexi River" by Meng Haoran. The sunset leaves a clear glow, and you can swim lightly along the stream. If you love water clearly, how can you tolerate it in the presence of floods?
A fisherman with a white head, a girl with new makeup and gauze. They looked acquainted, but couldn't speak.
"Wuling Rafting" Meng Haoran The road in Wulingchuan is narrow, and the front rafter enters the flower forest. In the mysterious source of darkness, how deep the faith of the immortal family is.
The water returns to the green peaks, and the clouds reach the green stream. Sit and listen to the roar of the ape, and clear your mind from the dust.
"Pastoral Work" by Meng Haoran The house is isolated from the dust and noise, but you must first cultivate your tranquility. There are three paths nearby, and thousands of trees are planted with fruits.
I have been promoted to other places in Guangdong, but I have not met him in my thirties. It's getting late when I write and write swords, and it's already dusk in Qiuyuan.
When you wake up in the morning, you will have many thoughts, but when you sit down during the day, you will often have few thoughts. The swans in the sky are envious of the swans, and the chickens and swans are ashamed of each other as they compete for food.
Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I sing and work on the woodcutter road. There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong? Chinese landscape and pastoral poetry has a long history, with many poets and different styles.
Poets such as Tao Yuanming formed the Pastoral Poetry School of the Eastern Jin Dynasty in my country, poets such as Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao formed the Landscape Poetry School of the Southern Dynasties in my country, and poets such as Wang Wei and Meng Haoran formed the Pastoral Poetry School of the Tang Dynasty in my country. Poets take landscapes and pastoral areas as their aesthetic objects, and cast their delicate brushstrokes on the quiet mountains, forests, and leisurely fields, creating a pastoral life to express their dissatisfaction with reality and their yearning for a quiet and peaceful life.
Taking it carefully, these poems have more or less the same characteristics. First of all, they all showed great interest in landscapes, paying attention that other poets and writers could not achieve, and they did not hesitate to describe the mountains, rivers, plants and trees of nature with rich ink and color.
For example, Meng Haoran's "Passing an Old Friend's Village": An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
After the first couplet of the poem explains the cause of the incident, the last couplet describes the natural scenery the poet saw when he entered the village. The poet seems to have picked up common rural scenery at his fingertips, but deep skill and careful tempering can be seen in the plainness.
These two sentences not only accurately and vividly describe the dense green trees beside the village and the sloping green hills outside the village, presenting us with a fresh and bright mountain village landscape; but also a " The word "合", as well as the word "Xian", also embodies the appearance of the mountain village surrounded by green trees and the green mountains slanting across the village. It seems that the natural scenery is harmonious and harmonious with the people in the mountain village, and is filled with strong sentiment and kindness. Feeling and appeal. The neck couplet describes the scene of the host and guest chatting freely after entering the house.
If the chin couplet depicts the general environment of the entire village, the neck couplet outlines the small environment of the old friend’s farmhouse: outside is the threshing field and vegetable garden, and indoors is the farmer’s wine, food and farming conversation. The strong Tianjia flavor is clearly revealed. Facing the typical farmhouse scenery outside the window and the sumptuous farmhouse meals in the house, the poet felt happy and joyful in his heart. In addition, the host and guest were acquainted with each other and had similar temperaments. They frequently raised glasses to drink and talked about mulberry and hemp. His mood was so happy and warm.
The last couplet tells about the promise of the future, with a profound emotional charm. The human emotions, objects and scenery in the poem are all integrated into the sounds of nature.
Secondly, the landscapes, vegetation, birds and flowers described by the poet are not isolated, but constitute a harmonious whole, forming a picture full of life consciousness. Let’s take a look at Du Fu’s poem-as-painting work - "Quatrains": Late in the day, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. At the beginning of the poem, he writes from a broad perspective, describing the bright and beautiful spring scenery in the Huanhua River area under the bright sunshine in early spring.
In the second sentence, the poet further uses the warm spring breeze, the first blooming flowers, and the green grass to show the bright spring scenery. In the third sentence, the poet chooses the most common and characteristic dynamic scenery in early spring to outline.
Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, the mud is melting and the soil is moist. The swallows returning from autumn to spring are busy flying around, carrying mud in their mouths and building nests. The fourth sentence outlines a static scene.
The spring is warm, the sun is beautiful and the sand is warm. The mandarin ducks also want to enjoy the warmth of spring and sleep quietly on the sandbank by the stream. Judging from the description of the scenery, this sentence contrasts with the dynamic flying swallows in the third sentence. The alternation of movement and stillness makes each other interesting.
The third and fourth sentences use fine brushstrokes to describe the flying swallows and the sleeping mandarin ducks, which are combined with the broad and bright scenery outlined in the first and second sentences to make the whole picture harmonious and unified. A picture of early spring scenery with bright colors, flourishing business and beauty, thus reflecting the poet's peaceful mood after a long period of ups and downs and wandering, and also the poet's joyful feelings towards the vitality and prosperity of nature in early spring. of expression. Furthermore, also.
4. Ancient poems about autumn rice fields
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1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. (Cao Cao: "Guan Cang Hai")
2. The three autumn leaves have fallen, but the February flowers can bloom. (Li Qiao: "The Wind")
< p> 3. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")4. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow flowers will wither their leaves. ("Han Yuefu? Changge") "Walking")
5. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the boat thousands of miles away from Dongwu is moored at the door. (Du Fu: "Quequatrains")
6. The lake and the autumn moon are harmonious, and the pond There is no goggles on my face. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")
7. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Poems")
< p> 8. The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, and the small light fan flutters the fireflies. (Du Mu: "Autumn Eve")9. When are the spring flowers and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past. (Li Yu: "Poppy Beauty") 》)
10. I wanted to give up, but I said it was a cool autumn. (Xin Qiji: "The Ugly Slave? Shubo Mountain Road")
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5. Poems about pastoral scenery in autumn
Wang Wei's "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu": There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": People are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village": An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany (1)": The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons (2)": Farming in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
6. What are the ancient poems describing "paddy fields in autumn"
1. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Tian Jia Shao Xian month, May People are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
Women and aunts carry baskets of food, children carry pots of pulp, and go to the salary fields with them. Young men and women are in Nangang.
The weather is full of rustic heat, and the sky is burning on my back. I am exhausted and don’t know the heat, but I regret that the summer is long.
There is a poor woman with a child beside her, holding an earring in her right hand and a basket hanging on her left arm.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. When all the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I never did farming or mulberry farming. The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year. I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
2. "Mowing Wheat" Southern Song Dynasty·Fan Chengda
I plant wheat when the plum blossoms bloom, and the peach and plum blossoms fly and the wheat bushes are green.
I have been ill for ten days and have not been able to go out, and the clouds in the east slope have turned yellow.
The waist sickle is harvested and returned when the weather is clear. The rain will come tomorrow and the wheat will be soaked in mud.
Plow the fields and wait for the rain to plant late rice, and move the seedlings in the morning to eat wheat at night.
3. A gust of autumn wind blows, carrying the fragrance of rice.
Smelling the fragrance and looking from a distance, the land is golden.
A few crickets chirped, and the sounds of nature spread good news.
The golden autumn is full of prosperity, and the farmers are smiling.
4. The farmers welcome summer, and Miyata announces autumn for the first time.
Jiasheng supports Yao County, and the crops are all over the sky.
The rain is shining in the sky, and the wind is blowing.
He was appointed to report to Tianzhu, and he was sent to the provincial capital to visit the king.
Zizhou was in a state of concentration, and Dan Shu visited Daoxiu. ——Northern Song Dynasty·Song Qi's "Poetry of Entering the Xingnan Garden to Watch the Cutting of Wheat"
5. "The Journey of Cutting Wheat" Southern Song Dynasty·Dai Fuxu
On the waist sickle, mowing Huangyun, Dongjia Xijia’s house is full of wheat.
The widow in the former village picked up the stagnant bamboo raft, and there was leftover cake and bait for the porridge.
I heard that Huainan has the most wheat, and the wheat fields are now being used for fighting.
If you are full of food and don’t know the pain of war, this is a true paradise for growing up.
Poems about autumn wind 1. Poems about autumn wind Ancient poems
1: The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
2: The morning smoke in the cold city is light, and the leaves in the valley are red.
3: Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn.
4: There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen in the forest. At this time, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count the hair.
5: The white moon is reflected in the cold pool, and the moss is covered with autumn rain.
6: The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, the grass and trees turn yellow and the wild geese return south.
7: Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and people are alone in the corner this night.
8: The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
9: The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
10: Go up to the west tower quickly, fearing that the sky will release and the clouds will cover the moon. But if you call for a jade fiber flute and blow it, it will crack... If you have a long and round night like this, the favor may not be appreciated. ——Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong"
11: The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
12: Sitting in the wilderness of autumn, the desolate place turns into a mountain of pale yellow wild chrysanthemums.
13: The old trees are in autumn colors, and the empty pond is bathed in moonlight. ——Liu Deren of the Tang Dynasty, "Suspension on the Pond"
14: Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner. ——"Mid-Autumn Moon"
15: In the world, everything will fall when autumn comes.
16: Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night.
17: Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner.
18: On the night of the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day; in the moonlit willow branches, people gathered around after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same; without seeing the people from last year, my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears. Song Zhu Shuzhen's "Sheng Cha Zi"
19: In the old days, the moonlight shone on me several times, and the flute played by the plum blossoms evoked the beauty, regardless of the cold and the picking. He Xun is getting older now, and has forgotten all the spring breeze. Words and pens. But it is strange that flowers are sparse outside the bamboos, and the cold spring enters the Yao mat. The country of the river is silent. Sighs are sent to the road far away, and the snow is beginning to accumulate at night. The green statues are easy to weep, and the red calyx is silent to remember each other. I always remember that we have joined hands. There are thousands of trees. The plum lake is cold and green, and the patches are blown away. When can we see it?
20: Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
2. Poems about the autumn wind
Last night the west wind carved green trees. Climb a tall building alone and look out to the end of the world. ——Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers· Chrysanthemums on the Threshold Weeping with Mist and Orchids Weeping Dew"
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I want to write a book with great meaning. ——Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts"
The scenery is different when autumn comes in Saixia, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
The swaying Wu leaves send off the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river stirs up the sentiments of the guests. ——Ye Shaoweng's "What I Saw in the Night Book"
The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snow at night, and the iron horse is dispersed by the strong autumn wind. —— Lu You's "Five Poems of Indignation·One"
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning to frost. ——Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing"
The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, the grass and trees turn yellow and the wild geese return south. ——Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci"
Last night it was windy and rainy, and the curtains and curtains rustled with the sound of autumn. ——Li Yu "Crying in the Night: Wind and Rain Last Night"
Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao sends the wild geese off. ——Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Wind"
Nanpu is a sad farewell, the west wind is blowing in autumn. ——Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Nanpu"
The autumn wind entered Hanguan last night, and the moon filled the western mountains beside the new moon. —— Yan Wu's "Early Autumn in Military City"
3. Complete poem describing the autumn wind
1. At Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge, the wind is blowing and the rain is rustling. ——Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·A Boat Crossing the Wujiang River"
2. The long winds send autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the Secretary Shu Yun at Xietiao Tower in Xuanzhou"
3. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. ——Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts"
4. If life is just like the first sight, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan. ——Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci·Cambodian Friends of Bigu Jue Jue Ci"
5. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the high places will be too cold. ——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival"
6. The world is a big dream, how many autumns are there in life? At night, the wind leaves are already singing. ——Su Shi's "Moon over Xijiang: A Big Dream of Worldly Affairs"
7. It was windy and rainy last night, and the curtains rustled in autumn. ——Li Yu "The Cry of the Black Night, Last Night's Wind and Rain"
8. There are many green lotuses in the sunset. I know that I am the one concentrating on hatred and bearing the west wind. ——Qin Guan's "Yu Meiren"
9. The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snow at night, and the iron horse is dispersed in the autumn wind. ——Lu You's "Five Poems of Indignation·Part 1"
4. Poems about autumn scenery
"Autumn Night Song" by Tang Wangwei
Gui Po's first autumn The dew is slightly exposed, and the light Luo has been thin and has not been changed.
I have been playing with the silver zheng diligently for a long time, but I am too timid 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 never blows away, but there is always love.
On what day when the barbarians are defeated, a good man will stop his expedition.
"Ascending Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The river city is like a painting, with mountains at dawn and a clear sky. The rain catches the bright mirror, and a rainbow falls on the two bridges.
The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees. Who wants to be in the north building? I feel grateful to you in the wind.
"Staying on the Jiande River" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. The trees are low in the open sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.
Climbing Lanshan in Autumn and sending a picture to Meng Haoran from the Five Tang Dynasties
In the white clouds of Beishan, 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?
"Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters 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 of the Tang Dynasty
The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky howl in mourning, and the white birds fly back from the clear sand in Zhugong.
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 hundreds of 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 have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
"Mid-Autumn Moon" by Tang Bai Juyi
Thousands of miles of clear light cannot be thought of, 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?
It was the night when the old concubine returned to the hospital after falling out of favor, and the old general did not go upstairs.
According to him, how many people have broken hearts, the Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away.
5. Ancient poems about "autumn wind"
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. ——Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea"
2. To speak loudly and stay far away is not to borrow the autumn wind. ——Yu Shinan's "Cicada"
3. Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao sends the wild geese off. ——Liu Yuxi's "The Autumn Wind"
4. The grass is low and the golden city is foggy. Kinoshita Yumen style. ——Fan Yun's "Farewell Poems Part 2"
5. The way to heaven and earth is tangible, thinking about the changes in the wind and clouds. ——Cheng Hao's "Autumn Day"
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I want to write a book full of ideas. ——Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts"
7. When the west wind falls, people and green mountains become thinner. ——Xin Qiji's "The Resentment of Zhaojun"
8. In the middle of the night, people are so drunk that they are unconscious, and the lotus leaves in the pond are moving in the autumn wind. ——Dou Gong's "Autumn Evening"
9. I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind. ——Zheng Sixiao's "Painting Chrysanthemums"
10. The autumn wind cannot blow away, but there is always the love of jade. ——Li Bai's "Midnight Wu Ge·Autumn Song"
11. The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning to frost. ——Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing"
12. How do you know that there is no rain or wind thousands of miles away? ——Li Qiao's "Two Poems on the Mid-Autumn Moon·Part 2"
13. The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface that has not been polished. ——Liu Yuxi's "Looking at the Dongting"
14. The wind is getting cold and frosty, Guanhe River is desolate, and the remaining light is shining on the building. ——Liu Yong's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou"
15. The trees are falling and the wild geese are heading south, and the north wind is blowing cold on the river. ——Meng Haoran's "Wood on the River in the Early Cold"
16. The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, the grass and trees turn yellow and the wild geese return south. ——Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci"
17. The late night wind blows the bamboos into the autumn rhythm. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Jade House Spring: I don’t know how far you are after leaving"
18. The autumn wind is blowing thousands of miles, and the sunset is yellow and the clouds are high. ——Cen Shen's "Gongbei Qiuxing Sends Cui Mingyun"
19. At the head of Qujiang River at the mouth of Zhaitang Gorge, thousands of miles of wind and smoke meet the plain autumn. ——Du Fu's "Eight Autumn Poems"
20. The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in the Dongting are under the wooden leaves. ——Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs·Mrs. Xiang"
21. There are no fallen leaves in Fengding Xiaoxuan, and caterpillars are spinning autumn silk. ——Qin Guan's "Autumn Day Part Two"
22. The hibiscus is not as beautiful as the beauty, and the wind in the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and green. ——Wang Changling's "Autumn Resentment in the West Palace"
23. The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the west wind is worried about the green waves. ——Li Jing "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"
24. Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is tonight.
——Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival"