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Su Mu Sha Song] Fan Zhongyan.
The blue clouds, the yellow leaves, the autumn colors are waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water, and the grass is ruthless, and it is outside the slanting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the travel, night and night unless, good dreams leave people to sleep.
Mingyue Lou is high and recess alone, and the wine enters the bowels of sorrow, turning into lovesick tears.
Eight Voices Ganzhou Liu Yong.
To the twilight rain sprinkled on the river, a wash of autumn. The gradual frost and wind are tight, the Guan River is cold, and the afterglow is the building. It is a place where the red decay and green are reduced, and the things are resting. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without a word.
I can't bear to climb high and far, look at my hometown, and it's hard to return. Sigh the traces of the years, what is the bitter drowning? I want to look at the beauty makeup building, miss a few times, and return to the sky. Fight to know me, lean on the trunk, and be idle.
Huang Tingjian misses Nujiao.
On August 17, he waited for the month with his nephews. There is a guest Sun Yanli, who is good at playing the flute and drinking famous wine.
Broken rainbow rain, clear autumn sky, mountain dyeing eyebrows and new green.
Guiying is sparse, who will say, the past and the present are not enough?
Thousands of miles of blue sky, where is Xi'e, driving this round of jade?
The cold light is messy, who is biased towards the law?
When I was young, I chased and traveled, and the evening cool and secluded path, around the forest trees of Zhangyuan.
A total of gold lotus, thousands of miles of home, it is rare to respect the former belonging.
Lao Tzu was in his life, south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River, and loved bagpipes the most.
Sun Lang smiled and sat down.
Yan a few ways. Song) Siyuan people.
Autumn is late with red leaves and yellow flowers.
Thousands of miles of travelers.
The clouds are over. There is no faith in returning.
Where to send books.
Tear bombs are not enough when the window drops.
Just inkstone and ink.
Write until you don't come.
The depths of this feeling. The red note is colorless.
A cut plum. Song] Li Qingzhao.
The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn.
Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone.
Who in the clouds sent the brocade book?
When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.
The flowers float and the water flows freely.
One lovesickness, two sorrows.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.
Qin Guan Yu beauty.
Xingxing Xinma Hengtang. Smoke and water autumn flat shore. How much green lotus in the sunset. I know who is hateful and turns his back on the west wind. Where did the red-makeup boat come from. Rowing the oars stealing from each other. The mandarin duck was startled. Liu Wai flew away, but turned back.
Qin Guan - Man Tingfang.
The red knotweed flowers are numerous, the yellow reed leaves are messy, and the jade dew is zero in the middle of the night.
The sky is wide, the clouds are light, and the river is clear.
Lonely in a small boat, leisurely, smoke and sardine.
The gold hook is thin, and the silk is slowly rolled, which affects a pool of stars.
Piccolo all the time, the breeze and the moon, phase and forget.
Let people laugh at their careers, and they are wanderers.
Why don't you lie down drunk, who listens to the dusty work, who has ears?
The river breeze is quiet, the sun is high, and the wine on the pillow is slightly awake.
Tianjingsha Qiusi.
Ma Zhiyuan. Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
Ancient road west wind thin horse.
At sunset, the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.
Tianjingsha Autumn.
Bai Pu. The sun is dying in the lonely village.
Light smoke old tree jackdaw.
Under the shadow of a little Feihong, the green mountains and green waters.
White grass, green leaves and yellow flowers.
Tianjingsha Autumn.
Zhu Tingyu. The sycamore trees fall in front of the court, and the hibiscus blooms at the water's edge.
The solution is the same as that of the poet, the words Ke Shuangye, and the flying to me is red.
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"Autumn Words" describes the open scene of high and crisp autumn, clear sky, white clouds floating, and white cranes soaring into the sky. The poet uses the image of the crane soaring to the sky to express his aspirations, expressing the poet's open-minded optimism, striving for progress or stupid feelings.
The content of the poem: Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. The clear sky is accompanied by cranes on the clouds, and poetry is drawn to the blue sky. Striker.
Translation of the whole poem: Since ancient times, people and writers have lamented the depression and desolation and emptiness of autumn, but said that autumn is far better than spring. On an autumn day, the sky is clear, and a crane soars into the sky to push away the stratus clouds, which also inspires my poetry to fly to the clear sky.
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