A poem Qiu Si, a poem about Qiu Si

Mountain line (Tang) Du Mu far up the cold mountain stone path slope, deep in the white clouds there are people. Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. 2. Looking at Dongting (Tang) Liu Yuxi The lake, autumn and moon are harmonious, and the surface of the pond has no wind mirrors and is not polished.

Looking at the mountains and rivers of Dongting from afar, there is a green snail on the plate. 3. The autumn night will dawn out of the fence to welcome the cool (Song) Land Tour 30,000 miles east of the river into the sea, 5,000 miles on the sky. The remnants are in tears, and it is difficult to hope that Wang Shi will be another year.

4. On September 9, Wang Wei, a brother of Shandong (Tang), was alone in a foreign land as a stranger, and he missed his relatives every festival. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood. 5, the night rain sent north (Tang) reputation Li Shangyin Jun asked the return date is not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan. 6, mountain dwelling autumn twilight (Tang this fan) Wang Wei After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fisherman to pick up the boat. Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay. 7, Autumn Nocturne (Tang) Wang Wei Guilu was born with a slight autumn dew, and Qingluo has not changed his clothes.

Yinzheng has been diligent for a long time, and he can't bear to return to the empty room. 8, Sujian Dejiang (Tang) Meng Haoran moved the boat to Yanzhu, and the sunset was new. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people.

If you want me, you have to like it, you can only 1 if you don't give it.

1.Chu Ke likes feng shui, and Qin people are sad and foreign. Autumn in a foreign land thinks bitterly, and Jiang Gao spits in the moon. ——Li Shen, "Moving Jiujiang Stupid Dan".

2.Qujiang water in the city, Jiangling City on the river. The new autumn thinking of the two places should be the same as this day. ——Bai Juyi, "The Autumn Song with the Book of Disturbing Jiang Yiyuanzi Liang Jiu".

3.Xie Gongqiu thinks about the end of the world, and the wax sandals ascend to the chrysanthemum. - Linghu Chu, "Feng and Yan Sikong, Chongyang Day, Cui Chang, Cui Lang and Zhu Gong Climb Longshan and Fall on the Hat Terrace Banquet".

Deer chirp and fly snow. Autumn Thoughts - Three Pagoda Poems "Autumn". Like wine.

The taste is mellow. The years go by.

Turn around and look back.

and then soothe joy and sorrow.

The past is still like fireworks.

Only friendship lasts like water.

It's just because I have you with you all the way.

Mu Chenxi picks up the colorful glow and roams in the rain.

Wait until the autumn leaves are thick.

Tea tasting, wine appreciation, stone appreciation, reminiscence.

Falling Ying is full of clouds and sleeves.

Laughter and laughter.

The sunset hangs on the branches.

Red dust sees through. Ask for nothing more. Waiting. Autumn.

Autumn. Pain. The cold dew is heavy. Surge forward.

It's harder to fall asleep.

Yesterday's glimpse of emotion.

Bow your head and smell the hibiscus speechlessly.

Bamboo horses and green plums are difficult to resist.

Mountains and rivers do not hinder the end of the world.

May we always stay together in this life, and share joys and sorrows.

It is difficult to distinguish between the mountains and the sea, and it is insincere.

Spend a good time, the full moon will eventually fail, and the song will be scattered.

Sleepless nights listen to the whispers of insects.

Count the red candles and the tears are hazy.

Xiaolou Dongfeng no one understands.

The past is like smoke.

Say goodbye without mourning.

Nothing is empty. And take it easy. Praise. Autumn.

Autumn. Such as water. without a trace. Flowers bloom and fall.

He Zhe is cold in autumn.

The heart is still the same.

Unintentionally planted willows and willows.

The origin of the wild goose note mirror flowers and water moon.

The water is murmuring, the peaks are back and the king is turning.

Picking up the spirit of the show, Mu Sixian looked back with interest.

May the words be fragrant and comfort, and the geese will be singing on the willow embankment.

The flowing water is ruthless, and the petals will eventually fall.

In the previous life, Qinglian Sanskrit sound was all in a dream.

Falling flowers sing with the wind and treading water.

A touch of dust and wind know each other.

The future is like water.

There is no need to rest.

1. Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. —Translation of Wang Bo's "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng": Luoxia and the lonely goose fly together, and the autumn water and the long sky are connected.

2, he refused to marry the spring breeze back then, but he was mistaken by the autumn breeze for no reason. —Translation of He Zhu's "Fang Xin Bitter Willow Returns to the Pond": In the past, it refused to open in the spring, but now it is suffering desolation in the autumn wind for no reason.

3. When autumn comes on September 8, I will defend the flowers after they bloom. —Huang Chao's translation of "Fu Chrysanthemum after Budi": When the Double Ninth Festival comes in autumn and September, other flowers will wither after the chrysanthemum is in full bloom.

4, Lan has a beautiful chrysanthemum, and Huai Jia can not forget. —Translation of Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Leakage Sensitive Words": The autumn wind blows, and the white clouds fly back to the cracked branches. The grass and trees are withered, and the yellow geese return to the south.

5, Xiao Xiao Wuye sent the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moved the guests. —Translation of Ye Shaoweng's "What I Saw in the Night Book": The autumn wind blows the leaves of the sycamore trees, sending a chill, and the autumn wind blowing on the river makes me miss my hometown when I am away.

1, "Tianjingsha Qiusi" Yuan Ma Zhiyuan.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

2, "Autumn Thoughts" Tang Zhang.

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

3, "Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thought" Northern Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan.

The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention.

The sound of the corners on all sides rises, and in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed.

A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan.

Qiang Guan is full of frost, people are sleepless, and the general's white hair is crying.

4, "Qin Song Lyrics, Cai's Five Alleys, Autumn Si Two Songs" Tang Li Bai.

The spring sun is like yesterday, and the green trees are singing yellow birds.

The grass is in the twilight, and the cool breeze blows.

Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chicken is sad.

Sit and rest in sorrow, and the white dew withers.

The yellow leaves of the Yan family fell, and the concubine Wangbai took the stage.

The moonrise is blue and the clouds are broken, and the cicadas are coming in autumn.

Hu Bing Sha stopped, and the Han made Yuguan back.

There is no return day for recruits, and the empty sorrow is ruined.

5, "Mountain Walk" Tang Du Mu.

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, deep in the white clouds there are people.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

I have lived in Luoyang City.

Three or four years, gray hair, my family doesn't know what? Are you still alive? It makes me nervous.

At night, I came to the window, and a bright moon shone a light and faint. I can't help but think of my relatives in my hometown, it's really "the bright moonlight in front of the window, suspected to be frost on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown." I burst into tears.

These tears are homesick tears. At this time, suddenly the leaves on the trees fell, and the autumn wind rolled up the leaves again. Hey......

I went to the study and wanted to write a letter to my family, but I didn't know where to start, and I had too many things to say......After a long time, I finally finished writing the letter and fell asleep unconsciously.

Early in the morning, I sealed the letter and tied it with fine silk. The hurried figure rode to the gate of the post station, "Oh! It turns out that you are a special messenger.

He said, "Yes." I gave it to him discreetly, and when he was about to leave, I picked it up again to see if there was anything I had forgotten, and again sealed it and took it to the person who was leaving.

I instructed the messenger to be careful on the road and to be sure to send this letter to my family. Let them know that I'm still here and that it will be two or three years before I can go back.

Looking at him in the distance, hot tears clouded my ......eyes

Rewrite the story of "Autumn Thoughts".

The leaves of the trees turned yellow, and they were ruthlessly blown away by the harsh autumn wind. The poet Zhang Ji, who lived in Luoyang City, couldn't help but think of his hometown when he saw this bleak scene.

He wanted to write a letter to his family. Just as I was about to put pen to paper, I felt a thousand sorrows in my heart. Far from my homeland, how many things I want to say and how many things I want to write!

How much does he want to talk about living alone for a long time, take this opportunity to write everything he wants to say! The poet thought about it again and again, and finally put pen to paper, telling the story of his parting from his family and his heartfelt words.

The letter was finally written, but the poet's mood could not be calmed for a long time. He carefully sealed the letter and told the sender to make sure that it was delivered to his family in good condition. But when the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the envelope again and read it carefully several times, lest he miss a word.

The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. Later, Zhang Ji wrote this famous poem that has been passed down through the ages - "Autumn Thoughts".

Qiu Si Tang ] Zhang Ji.

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

1, "Tianjingsha Qiusi" Yuan Ma Zhiyuan.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

2, "Autumn Thoughts" Tang Zhang.

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

3, "Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thought" Northern Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan.

The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention.

The sound of the corners on all sides rises, and in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed.

A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan.

Qiang Guan is full of frost, people are sleepless, and the general's white hair is crying.

4, "Qin Song Lyrics, Cai's Five Alleys, Two Autumn Thoughts" Tang Li Bai Chunyang is like yesterday, and the green trees are singing yellow birds.

The grass is in the twilight, and the cool breeze blows.

Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chicken is sad.

Sit and rest in sorrow, and the white dew withers.

The yellow leaves of the Yan family fell, and the concubine Wangbai took the stage.

The moonrise is blue and the clouds are broken, and the cicadas are coming in autumn.

Hu Bing Sha stopped, and the Han made Yuguan back.

There is no return day for recruits, and the empty sorrow is ruined.

5, "Mountain Walk" Tang Du Mu.

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, deep in the white clouds there are people.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

on 29 Jun 2018

Ancient poems about Qiu Si.

Tianjingsha Qiusi (Yuan) Ma Zhiyuan withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly thin horses. The sun is setting, the broken intestines are at the end of the world, the north and the south, Xiao Wei, Qiu Si, Qingbo is closing the day, and Hualin is ringing at the beginning. The hibiscus dew falls, and the willows are sparse in the middle of the month.

Yan Wei Qi quilt, Zhao with flowing yellow robe. Acacia blocks the sound, and the dream feels detached. Bai Juyi, Autumn Thoughts, Sick Nights, Less Dreams, Idle Autumn Thoughts.

Lonely and sunny, depression and cold early. Tosu autumn leaf trees, moonlit mossy ground. What's more, in the middle of the mirror, he has passed thirty-two.

Tang Bai Juyi Autumn Si The sunset is red and burning, and the clear sky is blue. The beast-shaped clouds are different, and the bow is on the third day of the month. The wild goose thinks of coming to the north of the sky, and the anvil is full of sorrow in the south.

The smell of depression autumn is well understood.

Verses from "Autumn Thoughts":Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book. The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

"Autumn Thoughts" is a nostalgic poem by the famous poet Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty. This poem expresses the depth of nostalgia by describing the feelings before and after writing the letter. It is deep and shallow, with twists and turns in gentleness, at first glance, a few words, a fine taste, but there is infinite meaning.

Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind.