"Autumn Night in Mountain Dwelling"
Era: Tang Author: Wang Wei
The weather comes late in the autumn after the new rain on the empty mountains.
The moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones.
The bamboo clamor returns to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moves under the fishing boat.
The spring fragrance rests at will, the king's grandchildren can stay.
Autumn Lyrics
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely.
A crane in the clear sky is rowing up the clouds, and it leads the poetic feelings to the blue sky.
Autumn Climbing to the North Tower of Xie Overlook in Xuancheng
Era: Tang Author: Li Bai
The city of Jiangcheng is like a painting, and the mountains are looking at the clear sky at dawn.
The two waters are caught in the mirror, and the two bridges fall over the rainbow.
The people are cold and orange pomelo, the autumn color of the old sycamore.
Who remembers the North Tower, and remembers Mr. Xie in the wind?
The Autumn Wind
Era: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind? I am not sure where the winds of autumn are coming from.
The trees in the garden come in the morning, and the lonely guest is the first to hear it.
Autumn Night Song
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Wei
Gui Pi was born in the fall dew micro, light Luo has been thin not changed clothes.
The silver kite is long and attentive at night, and I can't bear to return to the empty room.
2. Poems about missing home in the fall1, "Silent Night Thoughts"
Tang Li Bai
The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
The moonlight in front of the bed is light, and it is suspected that it is frost on the ground.
The sound of the beach is even more rapid in the fall, and the atmosphere of the gorge is cloudy at dawn.
The clouds cover my eyes when I look at Que, and the rain drops on my heart when I think of my hometown.
What can I do to comfort my loneliness? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
3. "Homesickness"
Tang-Bu Xie
The pedestrians in the northern part of Lu are dead, and the letter from Yunnan is not yet returned.
The flowers in front of the court are not swept, and the willows outside the door are not climbed.
The silver candles have been sold for a long time, and the jade face has been reduced by many sorrows.
The moon in the autumn night shines on the mountains.
3. Poems describing the beauty of the hometown in the fallAll Night in the Mountain Dwelling
The weather is late in the fall after the new rain on the empty mountains. The moon is shining between the pines, and the spring is flowing over the stones.
The bamboo clamor returns to the raccooness, the lotus moves under the fishing boat. The spring fragrance will be rested at will, and the king and grandchildren will be able to stay.
The Mid-Autumn Moon (Song) Su Shi
The twilight clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver man is spinning a jade disk without a sound.
This night is not long enough, but the moon will be there next year
"Autumn Night Song" (Tang) Wang Wei
The dew of autumn has fallen on the laurel, and the light robe is already thin, but I have not changed my clothes yet.
The silver kite has been played for a long time in the night, and I can't bear to go back to the empty room.
"Autumn Evening" (Tang) Du Mu
The silver candle and the autumn light are cold on the painting screen, and the small fan is light to catch the fireflies.
The night is as cool as water on the celestial steps, watching the Altair and the Weaving Maiden.
Autumn Song of the Son's Night (Tang) Li Bai
The moon is shining in Chang'an, and the sound of pounding clothes is heard in ten thousand houses.
The winds of autumn never end.
When will the hu captives be pacified?
"Climbing to the North Tower of Xie Overlook in Xuancheng in Autumn" (Tang) Li Bai
The city of Jiangcheng is like a painting, and the mountains look at the clear sky at dawn. The rain is caught in the mirror, and the rainbow falls from the two bridges.
The people are cold, the pomelo is cold, and the color of autumn is old.
The Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge (Tang) Zhang Ji
The moon is falling, the crows are crowing, and the sky is full of frost.
The fishermen's fire on the river maple sleeps on their sorrows.
Cold Mountain Temple outside Gusu City,
The sound of bells arriving at the passenger boat at midnight
Autumn Mountain (Song) Yang Wanli
Sapium sebiferum is an old dyeing work,
wrongly making iron soap into scarlet.
The small maple steals the wine from the sky one night,
but the lonely pine covers the drunken guest.
Su Mou Zhi (Song) Fan Zhongyan
The sky of blue clouds and the land of yellow leaves.
Autumn colors are on the waves.
The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky is connected to the water,
The grass is merciless, but even more so outside the slanting sun.
The mountains are in the sun, the sky is in the water,
The grass is in the sun.
The night is not a nightmare, but a dream.
The moon and the sky are not the only things that you can lean on,
The wine has been turned into tears of longing.
Five Autumn Lyrics of Changxin (Tang) Wang Changling
The autumn leaves of the golden well sycamore are yellow,
The pearl curtains are not rolled up at night.
The jade pillow has no color in it,
and it is a long time to listen to the clear water in the South Palace.
"Autumn Night" (Song) Zhu Shujin
The night is long and sleepless, and the autumn air is clear.
Candle blossoms are cut frequently.
The bed is cool and full of the moon in the sycamore tree,
and the moon is bright in the missing part of the sycamore tree.
The Chrysanthemums (Tang)
When the fall comes, the eighth day of the ninth month will come, and all the flowers will be killed after I have bloomed.
The fragrance of the chrysanthemums penetrates through Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor.
"Chrysanthemums" (Tang) Huang Chao
The soughing of the west wind filled the courtyard, and the butterflies were hard to come.
If I were the Green Emperor in the next few years, I'd like to report to the peach blossoms.
Liu Han (刘翰)
The ducks are crying and the jade screen is empty.
The autumn is a time of sleep, and there is no place to find it, but the steps are full of leaves.
Autumn wind rises and white clouds fly, grass and trees fall and geese return to the south ---- "Autumn Wind Rhetoric"
Falling sunlight flies together with lone fastnesses, and the autumn water ****s long sky is one color ------ "Autumn Day Climbing to Hongfu Knee King Pavilion Preserved Farewell Preface"
Trees are all in the autumn color, and the mountains and hills are only the sunshine of the fall ---- "The Wild Hope"
"The Twilight River Minstrelsy" by Bai Juyi
"The Twilight River Minstrelsy" by Bai Juyi
"A broken moon spreads in the water, but the moon is not there. "
The moon is spread over the water,
half of the river is red.
Pity the third night of September,
The dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow."
Du Fu, "Ascending to the Heights"
"The wind and the sky are high and the apes are wailing,
and the islets are clear and the sand is white and the birds are flying back.
The boundless fallen trees are under the Xiao Xiao,
The endless Yangtze River rolls on."
"Autumn Words" (Tang) Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time,
I say that autumn is better than spring,
A crane in the clear sky is lining up the clouds,
and it will lead the poetic feelings to the blue sky.
Autumn Thoughts on Tianjingsha, Ma Zhiyuan
The withered vines and old trees, the crows, the small bridges and flowing rivers, and the thin horses in the west wind of the old road.
The sun is setting in the west, and the broken hearted people are at the end of the world.
"Mountain Walk" (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
The rocky path leads to the cold mountains in the distance.
The leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
4. Ancient Poems about Autumn or Missing HomeDu Mu - Mountain Walk
The stone path is slanting far away from the cold mountain
There are people in the depth of the white clouds
Stop the car and sit in love with the evening of the maple forest
Frosty leaves are redder than the flowers of the second month.
Zhang Ji --- Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge
The moon is falling, the crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost
The fishermen's fire on the river maple sleeps on the sadness.
Cold Mountain Monastery outside Gusu City,
The sound of bells at half past midnight.
Bai Juyi - Pipa Xing and its Preface
At the head of the Xunyang River, I saw off my guests at night, and the maple leaves and the dirigible flowers were in autumn.
The master dismounted from his horse and the guest was in the boat.
Drunkenness is not a joyful parting, but a parting of a vast river with a moon in it.
The sound of the pipa on the water is heard, and the master forgets to return to the ship, but the guest does not send it.
The first time I heard the sound of the lute was on the water, and the master forgot to return to the house.
The first time I heard the sound of a lute was when the lute was not in use.
The first time I saw you was when I was a young man, and I was a young woman, and I was a young woman.
The first time he came out was when he was holding the pipa, and the second time he was holding the pipa, and the third time he was holding the pipa.
The three or two strings of the axle are plucked, and there is a feeling of love before the tune is written.
The strings are not only a source of frustration, but also a source of frustration for the people of the world.
The newest addition to the list is the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and confused, big pearls and small pearls fall from the jade disk.
The warbler's words are slippery on the bottom of the flower, and it's hard to get down from the ice in the pharynx.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are frozen.
Otherwise, there is a secret sorrow and hatred, but at this time there is no sound than sound.
The first time a bottle of water is broken, the iron rider protrudes from the sword and spear.
At the end of the song, the dial is drawn to the center of the heart, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat are silent, and the only thing you can see is the white moon in the center of the river.
The song is a very beautiful one, but it's not the same as the song.
The first time I heard this, I said that I was a woman from the capital, and that my family lived under the toadstools.
The pipa is the first of the 13 pipa schools, and it is the first of the workshops.
The first time I saw the pipa, I was jealous of it.
The first time I saw this movie was when I was a young man, and the first time I saw it was when I was a young woman.
I'm going to die in the army, and I'm going to be in the same color.
The oldest man was married to a merchant woman, and the oldest man is a merchant woman.
The businessman is more interested in profit than in parting, and he went to buy tea at Fu Liang in the month before last.
The boat is empty, and the moon is cold on the river.
The night was deep and I dreamed of my youth, and I cried tears of red.
I heard the pipa already sighed, and then heard the words again chirping.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
I resigned from the emperor's capital last year, and I've been living in Xunyang City.
Xunyang is a remote place with no music, so I don't hear the sound of silk and bamboo.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming.
What do you hear at night and day? The first is the sound of the azalea and the blood of the apes.
Do you have a mountain song or a village flute?
The first time I heard this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
I've heard you speak on the pipa tonight, and it's like listening to the music of the immortals.
I would like to play one more song for you.
I am very happy to hear you say this, but I am very happy to hear you play a song.
It's not like the sound of the past, but it's like the sound of the future, and you can hear it all over again.
The most common is the one who weeps the most, and the one who is wet.
Meng Haoran - "Autumn Climbing to Orchid Mountain and Sending to Zhang Wu"
In the white clouds of the northern mountains,
the hermit is happy with himself.
We try to climb to the top of the mountain,
but our hearts fly away from the birds.
I feel sad because of the twilight,
and I am happy because of the fall.
When I saw the people returning to the village,
I stopped at the sandy ferry.
The trees in the sky are like chestnuts,
and the boat on the river is like the moon.
When will you bring me wine,
*** Drunkenness on the Chongyang Festival.
All Night in the Mountain Dwelling
The weather is late in the fall after the new rain on the empty mountains. The moon is shining between the pines, and the spring is flowing over the stones.
The bamboo clamor returns to the raccoon girl, the lotus moves under the fishing boat. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was the first time I was a kid.
"Autumn Day on the Wugong Terrace on the temple overlook" Tang Liu Changqing
The ancient platform shook behind, fall into the heart of the countryside. The temple is a place where people are few and far between, and the peaks of the clouds are deep in the water.
The setting sun is still on the base, and the cold chime is full of empty forests. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was a very good time for me.
"Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
"The dew of autumn is slight at the beginning of Gui Pi, and the light robe is already thin," he said.
The silver kite has been played for a long time, and I can't bear to go back to the empty room.
Li Bai, Tang Dynasty, Autumn Songs of the Son and the Night
The moon in Chang'an is a piece of the moon, and the sound of pounding clothes is heard in ten thousand houses.
The fall wind is not enough to blow, but it is always the love of Jade Gate.
When will the hu captives be pacified?
5. Autumn in my hometownAutumn in my hometown
The sky is so high that it is still azure blue and the clouds are so light that they are still white and clean. The autumn wind called me and the old ox on the ox's back, the sweet potatoes were big and round, and the ox turned around and took a bite of the sweet potatoes, and I gently patted it, nagging you that you really crave it. The sun sloped down in the west, the hazy smoke from the cooker, and the piles of cotton on the threshing floors were high, and I stuck my head in a pile of cotton, and I don't know how many times my mother called out to me. I slept stubbornly until the moon shone in the western sky and didn't open my eyes, with the rice in my hand, and this was the popular nightly meal for the production team of the 1970s. It is the evening meal that is used to treat the male laborers of the team. My father's beautiful meal has been away from home for ten years I still remember this unforgettable hometown of the fall and that night meal! Autumn in my hometown Autumn in my hometown is so beautiful like a bride getting married painted with thick and light pastel colors The water in the pond smiled happily The lively rainbow trout competed to get into the pockets with nets A piece of tender lotus root washed its face in the clear water The clouds that flaunted their cleanliness all day long no longer dared to show their whiteness in front of it The sorghum in the fields looked like drunken red-faced men The persimmons that hung on the branches showed their orange colors The people in my hometown were playing with their hands, and I remembered that I had a good time. The color of the hometown people put up the sheep's belly white head so that the laughter in the harvest flew out of Huai Hometown's Autumn (Poem) The Introduction The autumn of the hometown has buried the bones of countless people The sun still rises, the moon still sets, the crops still grow, and I still Everything remains the same ...... Grandpa Grandpa grew up on the day his grandfather left The autumn when it rained. Grandpa took a handful of yellow earth and shed his last tears Spring came and went, autumn came and went, autumn came and spring came and went, the dead were buried in the yellow earth, the living buried themselves in the yellow earth, and Grandpa gritted his teeth and plucked grain out of the earth to fill our hungry stomachs, and the earth turned day after day, and the hungry children grew up, and the day Grandpa left, we stood in his wheat field, and silently wept. On another dark, rainy night, my father carried back a sack of soybeans filled with our hopes, a torch lost by my father in his search, we clutched our food, but we lost our torch, our light, and the people continued to dig in the yellow earth, burying their own bones, and the earth began to tremble as a thunderbolt swept across the sky, and a row of trees collapsed, crushing the goodness of the farmers, and time drove away the life of the farmer's sons, who had to struggle to grow up, and the father's shoulders were bent by the bag of soybeans, and the father's shoulders were bent by the bag of beans. My father's shoulders, bent by the sack of soybeans, were never straightened again. The fields of my hometown are crowded with ears of wheat, dressed in gold, singing the song of the harvest, and I know that the golden color of the sky and the ground is the cheap perspiration of my grandfathers' lives. It's the time of autumn, the time of maturity, when my grandfathers grow old and die, and those who are left have no strength left to admire the flowers that bloomed for them, and we, with nothing to do but sit in the autumn, with no hoes on our shoulders and no calluses on our hands, are the only people who have any time to spare. Sitting in the fields in autumn, enjoying the harvest and the peace of mind, I can see in the soil the mocking poem "Falling Leaves", the day when the branches abandon the leaves, or the leaves betray the branches and fall to the side of the road, corpses, to be trampled on by strangers, by bugs. Autumn is a strange season, not only for the harvest, but also for the dying, for the smoke to leave the wood, for the leaves to leave the branches, for the sun to leave the clouds, and for me to leave my hometown. Is it the choice of the cycle of life, or is it the inevitable fate of the world? Outside the window, a machine of civilization is clamoring, and it breaks my dreams. I see my childhood figure, cut into pieces by the sword of fashion, drifting in the empty morning, the messengers of civilization with their drawings and bulldozers crushing the paper airplanes that my father had given me, the scythe, erased by the years, and the hoe, hung on the wall in despair, and the fields of my grandfather's wheat turn into shiny cypresses. Grandpa's wheat field has turned into a shiny asphalt highway crows have left the crops and flown to the ends of the earth the dewdrops sing a black elegy for the crops the black rain of autumn I can smell the scent of dusk it's like a drop of tear that's about to dry up in the blink of an eye I'm standing alone in the autumn in my hometown every inch of my nerves is resisting the pace of winter the harvest has been embedded in the pages of history the sheaves of wheat are only in the memories they are swaying wildly Grandpa has left behind his field father has left behind me me Dear hometown, one day I will be gone, who will still stand in front of you, sing loudly for you, and dress up for you, I stand alone in the autumn of my hometown, the evening wind blows, blowing down the yellow sun, which is a pair of old hands, burning up the autumn fireworks, which is the call of the road, so that I can see the autumn of the walk again.
6. Sentences describing the autumn scenery of his hometown1. Autumn wind blows, the leaves on the trees like a butterfly slowly, slowly falling to the ground, laying a layer of golden carpet on the earth.
2. The trees in the forest can be really ah! There are yellow leaves, red leaves, and green leaves, tree in the air flying around like a butterfly flying in the air.
3, the autumn girl came to the park, she blew awake the osmanthus, blew awake the autumn chrysanthemum, osmanthus fragrance so that passers-by stop to and fro, autumn chrysanthemums of the splendor of the intoxicated.
4, the grass on the playground, no longer as green as in the spring, but are yellow, deaf to pull the head, look up from afar there is a kind of beauty.
5, after the fall rain, the fruit in the orchard are wearing a pearl necklace. Use your hand to shake the branches, that a pearl necklace are coincidentally fall down.
7. Poems about hometownThe sea rises to the bright moon, the end of the world **** this time "(Zhang Jiuling)," "Every festive season doubly misses his family" (Wang Wei), "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown" (Li Bai), "The dew is white tonight and the moon is bright in my hometown" (Du Fu), "The spring breeze is greening the banks of the south of the river again, when will the bright moon shine on me?" (Wang Anshi), "The bright moon was there, and it once shone on the colorful clouds" (Yan Guidao). ) Silent Night Thoughts The moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be the frost on the ground, raising his head to look at the moon, and lowering his head to think of his hometown Wang Wei ---- "September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers" Alone in a foreign land for the foreign guests, every festival doubly think of their relatives.
The brothers are in a distant place, and there are fewer dogwoods to be found. The mother's hand is full of threads, and the son's body is full of clothes.
The line in the hand of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. The most important thing to remember is that it's not just a matter of time, it's also a matter of time.
The Yellow Crane Tower The sunny river is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant on the Parrot Island. The sky is full of grass and the parrot island. Where is the countryside at sunset?
Poetry of longing 1. calling for friends ------> 2. cast me to the peach, return to the plum ------> 3. cast me to the papaya, return to the agar kui ------> 4. friendship in the acquaintance, flesh and blood, why pro ------ Han Lefu Folk Songs & gt; 5. husband ambition four seas, ten thousand miles is still than the neighbor ------ Three Kingdoms. Wei. Cao Zhi> 6. A close friend in the sea, far-flung realms as next door ------ Tang Dynasty. Wang Bo> 7. Knowing each other is not far away, ten thousand miles are still neighbors ------ Tang. Zhang Jiuling> 8. The young man is happy to know new things, and in his twilight he thinks of his old friends ------ Tang. Han Yu> 9. To meet friends through literature, only virtue becomes a neighbor ------ Tang. Zu Yong> 10.The same is the end of the world down people, meet each other why ever know ------ Tang. Bai Juyi> 11.Life friendships in the end, do not rise and fall in the middle of the road points ------ Tang. 贺兰进明> 12.人生交契无老少，论交何必先同调------唐. Du Fu> 13. Friends like paintings must be light, mountains like papers do not like flat ------ Qing Dynasty. Wengzhao> "the sea rises bright moon, the end of the world *** this time" (Zhang Jiuling), "every festive season doubly homesick" (Wang Wei), "raise their heads to look at the bright moon, low thinking of home" (Li Bai) The moon is the bright moon of my hometown" (Li Bai), "The dew is white from tonight, the moon is the bright moon of my hometown" (Du Fu), "The spring breeze is greening the banks of the south of the Yangtze River, when will the bright moon shine on me" (Wang Anshi), "The bright moon was shining on me at that time, and it used to shine on me as I returned to my hometown" (Yan Guidao). The Song of Songs in Water (水调歌头) In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the year cingchen, I got drunk and composed this piece, remembering Ziyu at the same time. When will the moon come back?
I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to ride the wind to go home, but (a) afraid of the jade tower, the high place is not cold. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the work.
I hope that people will be long-lasting, thousands of miles **** Cindy.