Is there a song about autumn? What are the Song lyrics that describe autumn?

The guy upstairs doesn't even know what to call it?

Minus the word magnolia.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to say that I am ashamed. I want to say that I am ashamed, but I say that the weather is cold and autumn.

The Song lyrics that describe autumn are as follows:

1. A good year must be remembered, the most orange, yellow, orange and green. - Song Su Shi, "Gift to Liu Jingwen Winter Scene".

Translation: The best time of the year you must remember is the late autumn and early winter when oranges are golden and oranges are green.

Second, now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I say "the weather is cool and autumn"! —Song Xin Qiji, "The Ugly Slave, the Middle Wall of the Shubo Mountain Road".

Translation: Now I have tasted sorrow, and I want to say it, but I can't say it. I wanted to say it, but I couldn't say it, but I said, "What a cool autumn!" ”

Third, the autumn grass grows on the moon every year, and the building reaches the sunset every day. - Song Yan several "Partridge Days, Drunk Spring Shirts and Cherish the Old Fragrance".

Translation: Autumn grass grows every year on the road, and the sun sets day by day in the building.

For example: one mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold, and the acacia maple leaf is dan; Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The wild goose has not been returned, and the curtain of wind and moon is idle - Li Yu.

Tang Duoling Lu Ye Manting Zhou.

Song Liu Guo. The reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand belt is shallow.

Twenty years of heavy over the South Building.

The boat under the willow is still unstable, and it can be a few days, and the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The yellow crane broke the rock's head, did the old man ever arrive?

The old country is full of new sorrows.

If you want to buy osmanthus and carry wine, it is not the same as a teenager.

Tianjingsha Qiusi.

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.

Song Ci has fisherman Aoqiu Si, Siyuan people, Tianjing Sha, Huanxi Sha and so on.

The Song poems about describing autumn are: ascending, Su curtain covering, nostalgia, water dragon yin, climbing Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion, slow sound, looking for and seeking.

1. Ascend. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

2. Su Mu Sha Nostalgia.

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan.

Blue clouds, yellow leaves. The autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water. The grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts. Unless night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The bright moon building is high and rests alone. The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears.

3. Water Dragon Yin Deng Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion.

Song Dynasty: Xin abandoned the disease.

Chutian is thousands of miles away in autumn, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is endless. Yaocen is far away, offering sorrow and hatred, hosta snails. The sunset at the head of the building, in the sound of the broken hong, the wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Hook, and the railing was patted all over, no one would, and I was on the verge of it.

Hugh said that the sea bass is good, the west wind is exhausted, and the season eagle has not returned? Asking Tian to ask for help, I am afraid that I should be ashamed, and Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the years have passed, the sorrow and the wind and rain, and the tree is still like this! Who is Qian to call, the red scarf and green sleeves, the tears of heroes!

4. Slow voice, looking for and seeking.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao.

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark? Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

The Song vocabulary to describe autumn is as follows.

Slow Voice, Seeking and Seeking" Li Qingzhao.

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late?

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark? Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

Seven sets of overlapping words can be described as deep sighs. In the warm and cold autumn, after experiencing a series of pains such as the destruction of the country, the death of the family, the death of the husband, and the escape, the heartache of the lyricist can be summed up by the word "sorrow", the boundless drizzle, the sycamores in the distance are clinging to each other, but I am only one person.

Yulin Ling, Cold Cicada Poignant" Liu Yong.

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight?

The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

The first part is written in this bleak and bleak autumn, and it is difficult to part, and I am full of infinite thoughts before I leave. The next part is the idea of parting, and the good times are like a fiction, and there is no one to tell. The artistic realm of the whole word is extremely high, the narrative is clear, and it advances layer by layer, naturally.

Ugly Slave Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall "Xin Qi Disease.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words. Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn.

This word is full of sorrow, and the first part writes that the young man climbs high and looks far away, is as strong as a mountain, and does not know the taste of sorrow; The next part is "knowing the taste of sorrow" after going through hardships, but there is nothing to do but say that autumn is good, and the words that pretend to be free and easy are actually difficult for the lyricist to get rid of the inner depression.

1, "Su Curtain Cover: Nostalgia".

Song] Fan Zhong was next to him.

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 simple, and it is outside the slanting sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing travel thoughts, night and night, 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.

2, "Slow Voice, Looking for Seeking" old oak.

Song] Li Qingzhao.

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late?

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark!

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

This time, what a sad word!

3, "Ugly Slave - Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

Song] Xin abandoned the disease.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor.

Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it.

I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn.

"Eight Voices of Ganzhou, Sprinkled on the River and Sky in the Twilight Rain of Xiaoxiao".【Author】Liu Yong 【Dynasty】Song.

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 be a beautiful woman, look out for the makeup building, miss a few times, and return to the sky. Fight to know me, leaning on the railing, and contemplation!

Translation: Facing the twilight rain falling from the sky on the river, the autumn scenery washed by some rain is exceptionally cool and clear. The bleak frost wind was like a gust of tightness, the Guanshan rivers were deserted and depressed, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the tall buildings.

Everywhere the red flowers withered, the green leaves withered, and all the beautiful scenery gradually withered.

Only the surging water of the Yangtze River flows silently to the east. I can't bear to climb high and look into the distance, look at the distant hometown, and the longing to go home is difficult to contain. Sighing about his whereabouts over the years, why did he stay in a foreign land for a long time?

I miss the beautiful woman, I must go to the riverside painting building every day, how many times do I mistake the boat coming from afar for the return boat of my sweetheart. Looking at my return boat, I mistook it for a boat. Do you know that I, leaning on a tall building and looking out, is so deep in thought.

Background:

Eight Sounds of Ganzhou, Sprinkled with Xiaoxiao Twilight Rain Jiangtian is the work of Liu Yong, a lyricist in the Song Dynasty. This word expresses the author's sorrow and sadness of wandering in the rivers and lakes. The above film depicts the bleak scene of the sunset in the cold sunset of the Guanhe River on the evening of clear autumn after the rain.

At the beginning, the autumn scenery is always written, and the river sky after the rain is as clear as washing. The first two sentences "sprinkle the river sky with the twilight rain and wash the autumn." The word "right" is used as the collar to depict the lyricist facing a rainy scene of the autumn river in the evening of autumn.

The word "wash" is vivid and real, revealing a kind of affection. The words "Xiao" and "sprinkle" are used to describe the twilight rain, as if people can hear the sound of the rain and see the dynamics of the rain.

From writing scenes to lyricism, writing nostalgia for relatives in his hometown, and lyricism at the beginning of the scene, expressing the ambivalence of missing his hometown and not being able to bear to climb high, for fear of leading to more homesickness. Judging from the scenery written in the previous film, the lyricist was originally ascending to the heights, and the next film uses the sentence "I can't bear to climb the heights", and the word "can't bear it" is led up, which is a turning point in the article, and a tactful stretch in terms of feelings.

Song poetry is another literary genre after Tang poetry. The following is a selection of Song lyrics written in autumn, I hope it will be helpful to you.

Li Qingzhao. The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast.

The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

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.

The blue clouds, the yellow leaves, the autumn colors are waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.

I am drunk and sleepy, and I have taught things to Qingzhou.

The sideburns spare me 3,000 zhang, and the poetry loses a hundred chips.

Hearing that Lang Jun closed the East Pavilion and allowed Lao Tzu to go up to the south building.

You don't have to rush back when you meet, and you will be worried about the yellow butterfly tomorrow.

Bitter thoughts of the west wind, often afraid of coming at no time.

And then it was miserable, and it was sad for the year.

Crickets chirp on my bed, and yellow leaves cast on my curtains.

There is a perched oice in front of the window, and the night howls like a fox.

The leaves of the dew and cold sycamore are off, and there is no branch in solitary sleep.

Yi Yi also courted, and chased each other from high houses.

I know that there are few to see, and I am forced to clear this frost period.

Materialization is gone, and I am happy to be consulted.

Bento be diligent and hold candles, for the sake of happiness and twilight.

The sea breeze came from the southeast and blew the rain for three days.

There are remnants of the empty steps, which seem to be whispering to a ghost.

Thinking of my life, lonely and guarding.

The pot pulp comforts the labor, and wraps the rice to relieve the cold and suffering.

This autumn should be ripe, and the chickens and sparrows will be full.

What do I ask for, thousands of miles through the river.

If you live in poverty, you will have no food, and you will not be able to live in poverty.

Sitting in the morning, the remnants of the lamp reverted.

Song] Su Shi. There is no rain cover for the lotus, and there are still proud frost branches in the chrysanthemum.

A good year must be remembered, it is the time of orange, yellow, orange and green.

Dynasties: Song dynasty.

Last night's frost and wind. First into the sycamore.

There is nowhere to avoid decay.

Ask the public what is going on, and the book is empty.

But once drunk, once sick, once lazy;

Under the court, time is like an arrow mountain, seemingly speechless, deliberately hurting Nong.

All things will be paid for a thousand hours.

Let the hops be white, dazzled, and the candles red.