Among the maple leaf poems, the most well-known one is Du Mu's "Mountain Walk": in the distance, the stone path of the cold mountain is oblique, and there are people deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Because of this poem, the Love Evening Pavilion on Yuelu Mountain has become a famous maple-enjoying shrine at home and abroad. With this poem, Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge: On a Cold Night, Jiang Feng and the Fishing Boat Sleep Together. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
The above two poets are both from the Tang Dynasty. In their dynasty, there was a poetess named Yu who once wrote a poem with maple leaves? There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. ? Expressed a woman's lingering thoughts about her sweetheart. Written by Zhu, a poetess in the Song Dynasty, right? Half a window still shines with a curtain of wind, and a small pond and bamboo path pass through. Maple leaves are drunk in autumn, and two or three rows of geese are in the sunset. ? Qiu Si is sparse and has a completely different style compared with Yu.
In Song Dynasty, Wang Jue wrote "Jinling Nostalgia": I miss the past and visit the past, and I am alone in Jiangcheng in autumn. A bird with smoke leaves a bamboo, and several sails return to the boat under the rain. The rustling dusk blows the red leaves, and the miserable Leng Yun collapses the old building. The old country is desolate, who asked, people's hearts are more romantic. Wu wrote "Moving the Capital": He built the door for a long time, lacked a strong plan, and invaded China to donate books. The mink fur is dusty, the cottage is late, and it is close to the rivers and lakes. After falling on the blue sky and the moon, the rustling wild geese came early. An old friend brought permanent wine and sent me to forget my hometown.
Jiangzhou Sima said? Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. Was it written by the Emperor of Southern Tang Dynasty? The mountains are far away and the sky is high, and the fog is cold. It can be seen that the years of red leaves are similar, and the feelings of enjoying maple are different. Only when the scenery is good can we not be happy for things, sad for ourselves and live up to the scenic spot of Qiu Guang.