All the trees are in autumn, only the hills and mountains are shining. -Don Yewang.
Autumn geese are always accompanied by the wind, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine —— Tang Li Bai's Farewell to the Minister at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.
In August, the high wind roars, and my hair is three hairs —— Tang Du Fu's "The Cottage is Blown by the Autumn Wind"
Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a red candle and fanned a small fan to pounce on fireflies. During the day, the night is as cold as water. I lie down and watch "Morning Glory and Weaving Stars-Autumn Night" by Don Mutu.
Blue Sky, Yellow Ye Qiu Waves and Cold Smoke —— Song Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtain Covering.
Ancient poems and famous sentences describing winter
Just like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
Sprinkle salt in the air, but not catkins because of the wind-Xie Jin's snow poem.
Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats, and they blow off the Xuanyuan Terrace one after another —— Tang Libai's Popular in the North.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
Who cut and carved the snow on the flat ground into this uniform smallpox? -Tang Hanyu's two poems "Li Hua".
Six flying flowers come into the room and sit and watch the bamboo become lovely branches —— On Snow by Don Gao Pian.
Poetry describing autumn
Autumn rain-tall buildings long for dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves of plane trees.
Autumn night-in my sleep, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.
Autumn sound-I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the leaves in front of the steps had autumn sound.
Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and all the leaves are hate.
Autumn color-the rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red when entering the cross forest.
Autumn moon-the moonlight is flooded and the emptiness echoes.
Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind.
Wan Li, an old friend, has never been heard from, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.
Autumn sorrow-don't say that you are always idle, and write clear sorrow every night.
Autumn is prosperous-the west wind blows all over the lake leaves, and it is unique to change your autumn clothes for the first time.
Autumn bosom-a fleeting sigh went out, and I saw konoha flying by the lake.
Qiu Meng —— Back in the autumn night at the beginning of my dream, Eden was still sleeping.
Memories of autumn-the anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane, and the phoenix tree shakes down the autumn hometown.
Enlightenment of autumn-everyone is explaining the sad autumn, not knowing it thoroughly like a poet.
The smell of autumn-crickets only know that autumn is early and there is a lot of rain on the banana.
Reciting autumn poems
fallen leaves
Ye yiluo
Autumn is coming soon.
Fallen leaves are the invitation of winter.
Ye yiluo
The sun will fade.
Fallen leaves are tea leaves soaked in the sun.
Ye yiluo
Snowflakes are coming soon.
Fallen leaves are the cousins of snowflakes.
Time to go. Time to go.
The difference between the two
Quiet. Quiet.
The writing of this article
The future that should come.
A welcome welcome
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autumn
Since Qiu Lai.
The sky will be high.
Dark clouds will disappear.
It's cool to be angry
This kind of fruit is only sweet.
There is only fragrance left in the leaves.
All the cattle and sheep have become fat.
The fields have turned into paintings.
The countryside is full of beautiful scenery.
-This is the autumn world.
On the glittering cotton petals
Autumn is white.
On the heavy ears of grain
Autumn is golden.
On the Dulu-Dulu grape.
Autumn is purple.
The jujube trees are covered with small lanterns.
Autumn is red.
In a vegetable field.
Autumn is green.
In the gurgling stream
Autumn is blue.
Oh, since Qiu Lai.
October is coming on the wings of singing.
Flowers are in full bloom, accompanied by beautiful pictures of their wedding.
Smile and dance with joyful notes.
The red flag rises with the scenery of Xia Hong.
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Give me a fallen leaf.
Give me a fallen leaf, I like it.
Because there is still wind on the leaves.
Because there are birds singing at the tip of the leaf.
I thought I could put wings on my memory.
Give me a fallen leaf, I like it.
I saw bees and butterflies flying on the leaves, collecting sunlight.
I heard the rain dripping on the leaves and playing the timbre of the strings.
I think I can draw a picture for the gardener.
Give me a fallen leaf, I like it.
I can read the body language of fallen leaves.
I can read the background carved on the back of fallen leaves.
I think this is seasonal.
Give me a fallen leaf.
I like ...
I thought it was tea brewed with sunlight.
Pour it into my heart cup
Let the fallen leaves fall
Moisturize my life.
Tianjingsha
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Blue sky, yellow leaves,
Autumn continues to flutter,
The waves are cold and the smoke is crisp.
The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water.
Grass is heartless,
Even beyond the sunset.
Chutian is thousands of miles away in the clear autumn,
Water goes with the sky, and autumn is endless.
Mountain travel
Away from the cold mountain, the stone path is oblique.
There is a family in the depths of the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the love maple forest at night,
Frost leaves are redder than February flowers.
Night parking lot in Fengqiao
When the moon sets and the sky is covered with frost,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
Arrive at the passenger ship at midnight.
The frost bear rose to the tree,
Deer in the forest drink the stream.
The anvil and pestle knock on the deep lane moon,
Jason Wu shook off the autumn in his hometown.
After the new rain,
It's late autumn.
Take a photo in the pine cabin next month.
Stones of crystal in its brooks.
Boat, boat, night, snow, melon and boat,
The iron horse is scattered in the autumn wind
The frost leaves on the ground withered,
It's foggy and freezing, and the moon shines on the owl.
The wind in the red leaf forest is rustling,
The moss path is covered with rain.
The desolate wind froze the Yi River.
On the green mausoleum, cypress,
Lei Leijian Zhong Shi
Between heaven and earth,
Suddenly like a traveler.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees,
Alone in a tall building,
Look at the end of the world. Autumn,
There are friends from five continents.
East coast,
Meet to see seagulls.
References:
& lt "Three Hundred Poems" by White Jade Leaves