Poems about the maple leaves are red 1. What are the poems describing the maple leaves are red like fire
Parking sitting in love with the maple forest at night, the frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Xunyang Jiangtou night to send guests, maple leaves hundred dixie flowers autumn serene.
Tomorrow, the sails go, the maple leaves fall one after another.
The maple leaves are a thousand branches and ten thousand branches, and the river bridge reflects the late twilight sails.
I painted the blue river water is long, love the evening pavilion on the maple leaves sad.
Maple Leaf Poetry
The path of the stone is slanting far away from the cold mountains, and there are homes in the depths of the white clouds. The first thing you need to do is to stop the car and love the evening of the maple forest, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers.
The sound of the clear sound to the threshold of the double stream, the autumn color to meet the eaves of the Yu Wan maple.
The first thing you need to do is to take a step back in time to enjoy the scenery and see the red leaves, and then you can express your feelings.
The red leaves are still in love with the old branches after a long time of frost. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
The red leaves of the western mountains are good, and the color of the frost is more and more intense.
The sun's twilight and the autumn smoke are rising, and the maple trees are in the forest.
The maple on the river into Yanxiong, the river maple from luxuriant, not competing with the inner strength of the Songyun.
Red maple like fire in the mountains, the cold autumn winds attacked the trees; Dan Ye Shunshi when the other branches to go, the next year full of ridge and maple red.
The maple leaves are a thousand branches and ten thousand branches, and the river bridge reflects the late twilight sails.
The maple leaves are a thousand branches, and the river bridge reflects the late twilight sails.
2. Poetry about maple leaves
JXunyang Jiangtou night to send guests, maple leaves and dixie flowers in the autumn serene ---- Bai Juyi "Pipa Xing"
Parking love maple forest evening, frost leaves red in February flowers ---- Du Mu "mountain line"
Tomorrow morning to hang sails to go, the maple leaves fall one after another ---- Li Bai "Night Mooring Niuzhu Huaigu"
Maple leaves a thousand branches and ten thousand branches, river bridge covers the late twilight sails
Maple leaves a thousand branches again, river bridge covers the late twilight sails. The river bridge covers the twilight sails late ---- Yu Xuanji "Jiangling sad hope to send Zi'an"
I painted the blue river water leisurely, love the evening pavilion on the maple leaves sad ---- Tang Yin "I love the fragrance of the autumn"
The mountain line
Tang: Du Mu
far up the cold mountain sloping rocky paths,
the white clouds in the depths of the home.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a journey to the mountains, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of a journey to the mountains, and the third time I was in the middle of a journey to the mountains.
Five Songs about Maple
Author: Li He Era: Tang
The autumn water at the root of the stone is bright, and the autumn grass by the stone is thin.
The fragrance of the wild bamboo is invading the clothes, and the sting is hanging in the wild.
The moon returns from the Cen, and the light of the toad hangs in the sky.
The moon in the sky is back, and the toadstool is hanging in the sky.
The gardenia fell, and the mountain skip wept.
The next Zhang Zhongwei, the book case will be rotten.
Xiangshan Mountain
Rain hit the green pine green,
Frost stained maple leaves red.
The wind is blowing and the clouds are moving,
and the wind is blowing and the clouds are moving,
and the wind is blowing and the wind is blowing.
The wind is blowing, and the wind is blowing, and the wind is blowing.
The wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing.
-- Du Mu
The maple on the river Cheng Yanxiong
The maple on the river is luxuriant, not competing with the power of pine and peony.
A leaf falls on the fisherman's house, and the remaining sun takes on the colors of autumn.
The autumn rain and sleep at night Bai Juyi
The cold has not yet risen at dawn, and the frosty leaves are full of red.
Du Mu (杜牧), the poet of "Mountain Walking"
The leaves are redder than the flowers in February, and it is a great pleasure to stop the car.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a trip to the south of the country.
Liu Cang heard the flute on the moonlit night of the Jianglou building
Thinking of the bright moon and the white waves, the sound of the maple leaves into the blue clouds in the fall.
Jade Mountain Ridge, Huangfu Zeng
Autumn flowers are like snow, maple leaves can not help frost.
Song Zhiwen (宋之问)
The forest is dark with maple leaves, and the garden is fragrant with orange blossoms.
Send Wang Changling to Lingnan Meng Haoran
The cave goes far and near, the maple leaves startle the fall.
The maple on the river Cheng Yanxiong
The maple on the river is luxuriant, not competing with the power of pine and peony.
In the mountains, looking at the maple trees east of the hedge, there are Huai Chengdu Lu You
Under the red building at the west corner of the five gates, a tree of maple on the horse to see.
Early winter Lu You
The maple leaves want to residual look better, the plum blossom has not moved the first fragrance.
The Book of Twilight Autumn Lu You
The maple leaves want to be dan first, and the chrysanthemum bushes are half-fallen without support.
Wen Zhengming Landscape Qianlong
Get rid of the summer pine shade old, point autumn maple leaves new.
Sending Zengtian Shibijun back to China Lu Xun
Fusang is the autumn light, maple leaves such as Dan Shine tender cold.
In the autumn of the Gangnam season, the chestnuts are ripe as big as fists. The maple leaves are red, the pale reed white wave river
The maple fragrance evening Hua quiet, Jinshui Nanshan shadow
Red leaves maple forest hundred tongue, yellow mud wild bank sky chicken dance
Frost dyeing crow maple to welcome the sun drunk, cold rushing jingshui with ice flow
Hong Fei meditative sun and moon white, green maple leaves red sky rain and frost
3.
1. Jiangling's sad hope to send Zian.
Tang, Yu Xuanji.
The maple leaves are a thousand branches and ten thousand branches, and the river bridge covers the late twilight sails.
The heart of the king is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
2, Maple Bridge Night Mooring.
Tang, Zhang Ji.
The moon is falling and the crows are crowing and the sky is full of frost.
Cold Mountain Temple outside Gusu City, the sound of bells to the passenger boat at midnight.
3, mountain line.
Tang, Du Mu.
The stone path on the cold mountain is slanting in the distance, and there are homes where white clouds are born.
The leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
4. Listen to the flowing water tune.
Tang, Wang Changling.
Lonely boat micro-moon to the maple forest, divided into song zheng and guest heart.
The colors of the mountains are so heavy with rain that the broken strings are collected with deep tear marks.
5. The young man's tour - the maple forest is red through the evening smoke.
Song Dynasty, Jiang Jie.
The maple forest is red through the evening smoke, the guest thought full of gulls. In the past twenty years, no family planted bamboo, but still borrowed the name of bamboo.
The spring breeze has not yet arrived in the autumn wind, old age, light. I only put my life, idle chanting and singing, and composed it into the sound of anchorage.
6, partridge sky - maple fall river beam wild water autumn.
Song Dynasty, Su Ziang.
The maple falls on the river and the wild water in the fall. The grass and the smoke are on the outskirts of the countryside.
Drunkenness sleeps in the yellow thatched store of the small dock, dreaming of leaning on the red-leafed building of the high city.
The sky is far away and the road is long. The road is long, the sky is far away, and the kite and the fan are not to be seen.
The Ba Bridge willows are full of hate every year, and the hibiscus leaves of the ducks are full of sorrow.
4. Poems describing the maple leaves in autumn
1. [Ming] Liu Ji's "Songs on the River (Four Songs)
Selected excerpts from the original text:
Red polygonum maple color in the autumn, the Chu clouds and the Wu water **** long.
Interpretation:
Red polygonum and golden maple leaves, a clear yellow color in autumn, the clouds in the sky of Chu and the Wu River are distant and endless.
2, [Song] Wang Yan "to send Xu Lieutenant moved book Baling and Jane Deng Qixian Wang Jianshan"
The original selection:
The departure from the eyes of the river road is cold, the autumn air wants to red maple at the head of the river.
Interpretation:
Everywhere I look, I see sadness; the road by the river is so cold and clear, and the air of autumn depression seems to be reddening the maple leaves at the head of the river.
3, [Ming] Liu Huangshang "send Wang Chengfu on behalf of the book"
The original selections:
Wujiang maple cold autumn Hong fly, poor words guest foreign county.
Interpretation:
Wujiang sullen autumn wind blowing the maple leaves, the geese began to fly south, good at words I am lonely and poor in a foreign country.
4. [Song] Chao Shuozhi's "Sending Fan Bashi to the West"
Selected passages from the original text:
The maple trees at the head of the river are in autumn, and the king's grandchildren of the Eastern Wu are sad.
Interpretation:
The golden maple leaves at the head of the river signify that autumn has come, and the princes and kings and grandsons of Eastern Wu are worried.
5. [Song] Chao Gongsu's "Occasional Title Huai Zi Jie Di"
Selections from the original text:
Autumn colors by the side of the Dan Maple, sadness by the white geese.
Interpretation:
The maple leaves on the shore turn yellow in the fall, and the sad geese want to fly south.
5. Ancient poems describing the red leaves
In ancient times, there is a leaf to know the autumn, so often use the red leaves to describe the magnificent scenery of autumn, the following is a list of some representative works:
1. "Stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, the frosty leaves are redder than the flowers of February." ---- Du Mu, "Mountain Walk".
2, "The mountains are clear and the water is clean and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red out of light yellow-"---- Liu Yuxi, "Autumn Lyrics"
3, Xunyang Jiangtou sends off the guests at night, and the maple leaves and dirigible flowers are in the autumn. ---- Bai Juyi, "Pipa Xing"
4, "The paths of the rain and green barrens are combined, and the frosty garden is red and leafy Much."----- Bai Juyi "Sima Residence"
5, and smoke drifting down nine autumn colors, with the waves will be flooded thousands of miles of love." ---- Tang Dynasty Wu Rong "Red Leaves"
6, Ming Dynasty hanging sails to go, the maple leaves fall one after another ---- Li Bai "Night Mooring Niuzhu Huaigu"
7, maple leaves thousands of branches re-ten thousands of branches, the river bridge to cover the twilight sails late ---- Fish Xuanji "Jiangling worry lookout to send Zi'an"
8, I painted the blue river water long, love the evening pavilion on the maple leaves sad ---- Tang Yin "I love the aroma of autumn"
9 ---- Anonymous "Fragrant Hill"
10, the river maple from luxuriant, do not compete with the power of pine and筠. A leaf falls on a fisherman's house, and the remaining sun takes on the colors of autumn. ---- Cheng Yen-hsiung "Maple on the River"
11, Dawn clear cold has not yet risen, frost leaves full of red ---- Bai Juyi "sleep at night in the autumn rain"
12, Autumn flowers like snow, maple leaves can not help frost. ---- Huangfu Zeng 《玉山岭上作》
13、洞庭去远近，枫叶早惊秋。 ---- Meng Haoran 《送王昌龄之岭南》
14、五门西角红楼下，一树丹枫马上看。 ---- Lu You 《山中望篱东枫树有怀成都》
15、the maple leaves want to residual look more good, the plum blossom has not yet moved the first fragrance. ---- Lu You "Early Winter"
16, maple leaves want to Dan first miserable, chrysanthemum bushes half down does not support. ---- Lu You "Twilight Autumn Book Affairs"
6. Sentences describing the maple leaves are red
1, pure, the color of the maple, lingering and transparent heart, listening to the leaves and the autumn wind rewards singing, that the dusty and spotless mirror like the heart of the naked child, that line of song like a song of gentle wanderer's homesickness, telling, the love of the naked heart.
2, when the leaves are gradually thinning, the autumn forest showed their elegance, that is a do not need any embellishment of the free and do not care about the world of prosperity of the arrogance.
3, the maple leaves, the most beautiful for the fall, she, with the frost of the weather, decorated with the mountains of autumn scenery magnificent; she, with a piece of maple leaves piece of love, followed by a poem of praise, but know it inside the bleak, but not many.
4, the maple leaves you as adventure island maple leaves as not open me, your red color, make me think back to the year of me.
5, the maple leaf for the fall when the most serious feelings, a lifetime of hardship, half a lifetime of emotion, wind and rain, frost, invasion of no complaints, simple and unadorned, for the people chanting, into a piece of love, piece of love of the mountains flow Dan. Who is more beautiful to recall the memory of love, the evening sun and red leaves passionate and sound. The red maple leaning on the evening sun, colorful love love.
6, the tall maple tree has been covered by the red maple leaves, after the rain wash, the original red maple leaves appear particularly bewitching, coupled with the thick leaves on the ground, heaven and earth as if it has been connected as one. With the rain and mist between the maple forest, it gives people a feeling of being in a fairyland.
7, I casually picked up a piece of maple leaves just falling, feel a hint of helplessness. Maple leaves were originally part of the maple tree, and the alternation of the seasons but mercilessly separate them, although each other are very reluctant, but there is nothing to be done. After all, without the maple leaves of the maple tree, no one may appreciate it, and without the maple tree it is even more unlikely that there will be maple leaves. Now they can only look at each other from afar, maybe they are sad, maybe they are crying, they are how they hope to be able to long box private, never separate, but the reality is cruel, mercilessly separate them.
8, a ray of sunshine, such as water, clear path next to the maple. Who used the red haze of the morning sky of the barracks, the white clouds of the morning sun in late fall, weaving this piece of condensed scarlet light image.
9, a breeze blew, the maple leaves like a small bell issued a crisp ringing, the heavenly maiden scattered flowers fell to the ground. I picked up a maple leaf, touch with my hand, neither smooth nor rough, red from the leaf root to the center of the leaf extension, the five corners of the leaf slightly withered, root root veins in a radial shape from the leaf root upward extension.
10, October, the most beautiful is the maple leaf. The maple leaves are red, the mountains are red, the forest is full of color; the evening breeze, close your eyes, your mind is full of river and lake Bitou spring waterfalls flow clear like poetry. The moon has fallen, the crows are still cawing, the curtain color hazy sky frost color, the night parked on the Maple Bridge Zhang Ji sighed at the riverside maple trees and the boat fishing fire alone, tossing and turning.
11, days of the Great Wall because of the fame of the mountain red maple leaves, they are rooted in the crevices of the rocks, strong, like the ignition of the wildfire spreading inside and outside the Great Wall, stained the Great Wall, but also stained the red lonesome fall. Unlike the strong green of plants, maple trees, dazzling green, red is a mess, rosy and endless.
12, I praise the maple leaves, it is red like fire, red like blood. Bright red, bright red maple leaf ah! You ignite the passion of the fall, you salute the passion of the fall. I love your intensity, I love your passionate exuberance, it is you who dyed the autumn color, it is you who gave me the reverie of autumn, the sigh of autumn! When I look at the boundless maple leaves illuminated by the setting sun as a burning flame, my heart is drunk, drunk with the blood of the whole body is boiling and stirring.
13, maple leaves, for the most beautiful in the fall. She, with a full of frost grinding, decorated with the mountains of autumn scenery magnificent; she, with a piece of maple leaves piece of love, followed by the poetry of praise, but know it inside the bleak, but there are few.
14, the maple leaf, the most sad for the fall, she, with their own will be that the soul of the residual breath of the falling leaves, and constantly talking about their own coolness, but no one understands and take care of. People still appreciate the flavor of the maple leaves, withered maple leaves day by day, still suffering from the frost, until the soul of the falling leaves to the earth.
15, maple leaves for the fall when the most serious feelings, a lifetime of hardship, half a lifetime of emotion, wind and rain, frost, invasion of no complaints, simple and unadorned, praised for the people, into a piece of love, a piece of love, a piece of love of the mountains flow Dan. Who is more beautiful to recall the memory of love, the evening sun and red leaves passionate and sound. Red maple leaning on the evening sun, colorful Xia love love ......
16, ah, maple leaves! You to me enthusiastically described the beauty of autumn, the splendor of autumn, autumn gold. You show me the bosom of autumn, the richness of autumn, the life of autumn ah! As long as there is the persistence of the maple leaf, it will also be red to the sky, red into a burning flame. I would like to become a maple leaf, singing in the fall, free and passionate burning in the fall. Yes, I am no longer sad for the autumn of life, I will be every day in the future for the red color of autumn, I praise the autumn, I praise the maple leaf!
7. Modern Poems Praising Autumn Red Leaves
Autumn Red Leaves By: Cang Zijun She leaned on the autumn and came as a red silk fluttering lightly, and quietly put on a spring coat for the golden autumn into the long-lost red, you can't be careless, and the door of that soft heart was instantly opened, and saw a wave of spring water rippling, a string of summer overflow, and a sandy wind speaking, and the far corner of the wind drifting away, I don't know if it is the sigh of the autumn love, or the silent sorrow of the coolness, but it's not the wind, it is the wind. I don't know if it's a lament to the autumn love or a silent lament to the coolness of the world, but how many people can read and understand the sad and sour stories of those who stand in front of the red leaves, who are accustomed to listening to the flowery language of the spring and watching the green leaves pretending to be light and elegant, and who has ever listened to the red leaves? She said, "I'm a dreamer of the wounded, and as long as I carry a vague reverie, it will bring the wind to make the dream more complete, and the red leaves more red. The red leaves are even redder, and the overwhelming feeling of autumn still pervades the spring, summer and winter seasons, which seem to be swallowed up in them, like a caress, like a thorn, like a love, like a knife, how I would like to leave that scribbled love forever in the embrace of the red leaves, to wipe away the traces of the wind, to sculpt it into a ball of indistinguishable age, to roll freely across borders in the simplicity of the world, and then to look back to the red leaves in the distance. Maple Leaf Love By Jia Tiancheng Maple Leaf Love Maple is the only one that is in love with maples, and it is because of the alluring and gorgeous maple leaves that it is in a league of its own. Autumn frost dyed its leaves red Autumn wind withered its beautiful clothes Autumn rain silently destroyed its face into mud Wandering around the maple forest is full of poetry The appearance of maple leaves is delicate and beautiful The red ones seem to be hot and free-spirited blood rippling in your heart The yellow ones seem to be golden radiance which makes your chest open up The orange-red ones seem to be a cup of fine wine The mellow aroma penetrates into the heart and soul Ah! Maple leaves! You're not a flower, you're more like a flower, you're a magnificent autumn decoration, you're a huge flower, you're a colorful flower, you make people's eyes enjoy it, you can't stop talking about it, pick a piece of red maple leaf and treasure it in a book, let it make a long time dream in the fragrance of the book, keep your love, keep your love, make the beautiful nature of autumn treasure in your heart, autumn maple leaves and evening sunlight, the world's thousands of scenes are very charming, maple leaves, you're a piece of love, it's too strong, it's too sincere, it's too long, maple leaf, maple leaf, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red. In this strange city, autumn has already arrived, and the lonely maple tree by the roadside has begun to turn red, slowly falling in a graceful dance. I stood under the tree and searched carefully, looking for the reddest maple leaf to send to the most beautiful you. The pure beauty of that season has withered away, and the dream of spring has become empty. The stubborn maple leaf can't let go of the sweetness of the past meeting, and tries hard to find the trace of the butterfly, but the fate is gone like water, and only the lonely shadow is drifting away. The countless tenderness that was written with the romance of youth, is now sealed in the shriveled veins, and the love of love is only traumatized, and the only thing that comes in return is the pain of burying all the vows into the winter, and the time gently passes by. ------ The Floating Maple Leaf By Lin Yuhe Lin Yuhe I remember once you accompanied me to the mountains to see the red maple leaves You said that every time you saw the maple leaves, there would be a different scenery But who would have thought that the maple leaf you hid was just like a lie that no longer convinced me I used to fantasize that if I were a maple leaf and danced with the wind and followed you all over the mountains, immersing myself in the sea of red maple leaves But you turned the maple leaf into a nymphal butterfly and flew off alone to the endless mountains and forests I went to the mountains and streams to look for your loving smile How many times have I looked into the distance, but I couldn't see you? How many times have I gazed into the distance, but there was no sign of you, the flying maple leaves and the butterflies, where do you live? Can you send me a message, even if it's just a hint of red, can you give me a light, even if it's just a tiny ray of dawn? Don't think that the flying maple leaves are bringing me sadness, don't think that I'm secretly crying, in fact, the dew drops on the leaves are just the pipa that I've made in my heart, a little song that plays all through the spring and summer. The song is filled with the beauty of spring, summer and fall, and in the spring of the next year, the branches of the trees will be filled with all the beauty of my heart.
8. Poems describing the red maple leaves
The red maple leaves of Yiluo Xiang Era: Song Author: Zhang Yan Genre: Lyrics Miles of frost, thousands of forests of fallen trees, cold and colorful does not invite spring jealousy.
The maple is cold in Wujiang River, and the solo traveler recites a sad sentence. The boat is moored to a boat and the water is flowing to a lonely village, and it looks like the flowers are wrapped around the road of returning to the slanting sun.
The most desolate ditch, a piece of bleak, not to carry the love to carry the sadness to go. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I'm ashamed to see my face in the wine, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the next level. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
For the return of the wind, dance in front of the honor, all turned into, broken Xia thousand strands. I remember the darkness and the greenness of Jiangnan, and I listened to the dark rain from the window at night.
The red leaves of the cherry blossom Era: Song Author: Wang Yisun Genre: Lyrics The jade pestle and mortar, the golden knife, the remaining color, dyeing the lonely trees of the Wujiang River. The color of the jade mortar and pestle is left over, and the color of the gold knife is left over.
The old dream, the green temples withered lightly, and the new hatred, the reddish-red lips slightly injected. The most important thing to remember is that it's the same as the new frost, and it's the same as a mirror that you're jealous of.
Thousands of forests have fallen gradually less and less, why the old color of the west wind, such as the competition for Yan. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite products and services, and then you'll be able to see them.
Re-recognition, running water deserted ditch, afraid of still have, send love Fang language. But the bleak, autumn garden slanting sun, cold branch to stay drunk dance.
Title Red Leaves Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Xuanzong Gongren Genre: Five poems The water is too fast, the deep palace all day leisure. I am very grateful for the red leaves, and I am happy to go to the earth.
Five Songs about Maple Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li He The autumn water at the root of the stone is bright, and the autumn grass by the stone is thin. The fragrance of the wild bamboo is invading the clothes, and the sting is hanging thick in the field.
The moon returns from the Cen, and the light of the toad hangs in the sky. The stars are in the clouds, and the moon is in the sky.
Bleak gardenia fall, mountain skip weeping clear leakage. The next Zhang Zhongwei, Phi Shu case will be rotten.
Maple Bridge Night Mooring Era: Tang Author: Zhang Ji Genre: Seven Categories: Traveler The moon is falling and the crows are crying and the frost is all over the sky, the river maple and the fishing fire sleeps on the sadness. Outside the Gusu City, the cold mountain temple, half of the night bells to the passenger boat.
The Song of Memories Era: Wei and Jin Dynasty Author: Ruan Ji The water of the Yangtze River is clear, and there is a forest of maple trees above it. The water of the Yangtze River is clear, and there is a forest of maple trees above.
It is sad to see from afar, but the spring air is in my heart. The three Chu's are full of beautiful people, and the clouds are moving into the desert.
The Zhu Hua is so fragrant that Gao Cai is in search of him. The first one is the yellow sparrow, and the second one is the yellow bird.
The Temple of Sanlu Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Dai Shulun Genre: Wu Jie Yuan and Hunan flow endlessly, Qu and Song have deep grievances. In the twilight of the day, the autumn smoke rises, and the maple tree forests are desolate.
View meter Write a review Back Butterfly Lovers Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Nalan Seide Genre: Lyrics There is no fixed distance between the rivers and mountains in the present day and the past. In the sound of painting horns, horses come and go frequently.
Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind is blowing the old maple tree. The first time I saw it, it was a very long time ago, and it was a very long time ago.
Iron horses and golden spears, green graves and twilight road. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product, and you'll be able to get a good deal on it. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night.
Sichuan Strings Era: Tang Author: Li He Genre: Lefu Maple fragrance and evening flowers quiet, Jinshui southern mountain shadow. The rock falls and the ape wails, and the bamboo clouds worry about the half-ridge.
The cool moon was born in the autumn, and the jade sand sparkled. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Late Autumn at the South Lake Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Genre: Five ancient August white dew fell, the water in the lake is old. The water in the lake is old. But it is a pity that there are so many winds in the fall, and the lotus is half tumbling down.
Climbing the green maple tree with his hand and treading the yellow reed grass with his foot. The old man's face was miserable, and he was cold in the fall.
The first time I saw this, I had a brother in Huai Chu, and a brother in Shu Road. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Eight Songs of Autumn Renaissance Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Genre: Seven Rhymes The jade dew withers the maple tree forests, the Wushan Wuxia gas Xiaosen. The waves between the rivers and the sky are surging, and the winds and clouds on the Seychelles are grounded in the gloom.
The two chrysanthemums are in tears, and the lonely boat is tied to the heart of the old garden. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Cai Sang Zi Era: Song Author: Zhu Dunru Genre: Lyrics The flatboat went to Jiangnan as a guest, traveling geese lonely clouds. The first time I saw it, it was a very long time ago.
Looking back to the Central Plains, tears filled the scarf. The mountain is cold to the evening Tingzhou, the maple leaves and the reed roots.
Sunset wave flat. The first thing you need to do is to get out of the country and get out of the country.
Night Mooring Niuzhu Huai Gu Li Bai Niuzhu West River night, the blue sky without a cloud. The boat looks at the moon in the fall, empty memory of General Xie.
I can also sing, but I can not be heard. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The mountain line Du Mu far up the cold mountain stone path slanting, white clouds have people. The first thing you need to do is to stop the car and love the maple forest in the evening, the frost leaves are redder than February flowers.
Maple Bridge Night Mooring Zhang Ji The moon is falling and the crows are crowing, and the sky is full of frost. The moonlight is falling, the crows are crowing, the frost is filling the sky, and the fishermen are sleeping in sorrow.
The Temple of Sanlu Dai Shulun Yuan and Hunan will not be able to flow, Qu Song grievances how deep. The temple of Sanlvu is a place where the smoke of autumn rises in the twilight of the day, and the maple tree forests are desolate.
Untitled Li Shangyin Who is the companion of the cold night, the love is hard to be broken by the rain. The maple drunkenness has not yet come to sobriety, the love falls to the earth and hates no fate.
Early Autumn in a Field House Cao Ye The grass is sparse and the fireflies are bright, and the moon is bright and the maple trees are long. The sound of the calves in the southern village is so loud at night that it should be the new frost on the railings.
The Long Lovesickness of Li Yu The mountains are twofold, the sky is high, the water is cold, and the maple leaves are red. The flowers are in bloom, the flowers are in ruins, the geese are flying high, and the moon and the wind are in the air.
Jiangling sad hope to send Zi'an Yu Xuanji maple leaves thousands of branches and ten thousand branches, the river bridge covers the twilight sails late. I remember you like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
The Fisherman Zhang Zhihe The master of the crab house in Songjiang River is happy, and the water and rice of Brasenia schreberi are also **** meals. The leaves of the maple are falling, the flowers of the ogi are drying up, and the drunken fishing boat does not feel the cold.
The boat under the Jianxi Fang Weishen, the moon is dusk, the wild store without lights want to close the door. The boat was half dead, and there were still traces of the last year in the boat.
In the county city to send Mingqing of Jiangxi Li Panlong green maple soughing rain bleak, autumn color remote into the Chu fans. The white clouds are sending you to Jiangxi Province.
I love the fragrance of autumn, Tang Yin, I paint the blue river water is long, love the evening pavilion on the maple leaves sad. The autumn moon shines on the Buddhist temple, and the smoke curls up around the scripture building.
Sichuan strings Li He maple fragrance evening flowers quiet, Jinshui south mountain shadow. The stone is falling from the ape, and the bamboo clouds are half a ridge of sorrow.
The cool moon was born in autumn, jade sand sparkling light. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
The autumn sails on the Qingfeng River are far away, and the ancient trees by the Baidi City are sparse. The Sacred Generation is now more rain and dew, and do not hesitate to part for the time being.
Xiang Fei Li He Peony bamboo thousand years old and immortal, long accompanied by Qin E cover Xiangshui. The lady of the house chanting full of cold air, nine mountains quiet green tears red.
The luan parting phoenix in the smoke Wu, Wu Yun Shu rain is far away from each other. The first thing you need to do is to get the ball rolling, and you'll be able to do it on your way to the top.
The maple forest has been worried about the twilight, the water of Chu is again sad. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Listening to the streamer's water tune Wang Changling Lone boat moon on the maple forest, pay the kite and the guest heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one.
Farewell to Mr. Li, Wang Changling It's hard to say goodbye on the autumn river, and the boat will be in Chang'an tomorrow. The first thing you need to do is to get drunk, and you can do it at any time.
September 9th Cui Guofu The maple on the riverside fell chrysanthemum yellow, the young long climbed up to look at the countryside. The first day of the month is the ninth day of the year, and the third year of the year is the third year of the year of the Chukchi.
Description of Huai sent to Hengzhou, Linghu Xianggong Li Yi Ting Yuan Fang Yixing Sheng, Xuan Gai suddenly said East. The first time I saw this is when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at a university.
9. Poems in praise of the autumn leaves
The small maple steals the wine of the sky one night, but the lone pine covers the drunken face. --The autumn mountain Yang Wanli
Stop the car and love the maple forest evening, frost leaves redder than the February flowers. --Du Mu, "Walking in the Mountains"
The maple leaves are falling in droves as the sails go up tomorrow. --Li Bai, "Night at the Niuzhu"
Xunyang Jiangtou sends off the guests at night, the maple leaves and dirigible flowers in the fall. --Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing"
The maple leaves are a thousand and ten thousand, and the river bridge covers the sails in the twilight. --Yu Xuanji "Sending Zi'an a Sorrowful Look at Jiangling"
I paint the blue river with a long water, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves on the evening pavilion.
I paint the blue river and the water is long, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves on the pavilion. --The leaves of the river maple are luxuriant, not competing with the power of the pine and the peony. --The maple on the river, Cheng Yanxiong
The rain on Xiangshan Mountain beat the green pines green, and the frost stained the maple leaves red. The wind blows the white clouds, and sends tenderness over thousands of miles.
Maple evening Hua quiet, Jinshui south mountain shadow
Red leaves maple forest, yellow mud wild bank sky chicken dance
Frost dyeing the crow maple to welcome the sun drunk, cold rushing Jingshui with ice flow
Hongfei meditative sun and moon white, green maple leaves red sky rain and frost