Su Shi s poems about autumn, Su Shi wrote ancient poems about autumn

Song Su Shi "Mid-Autumn Festival Seeing the Moon and Zi You".

The bright moon is not out of the mountains, and the light is white.

A cup of unfinished silver is surging, and the chaotic clouds are broken like a crashing wave.

Whoever washes the eyes of the heavenly prince should be the water of the Fei Ming River.

So I ordered me to look at the people of the world coldly, and I couldn't afford it.

Southwest Mars is like a projectile, and the horn tail is a dragon pan.

I can't see it tonight, and I can't see it, and I hope that the fireflies will fight for the cold.

Who is the boat yesterday, and the thousand lights are changing at night.

The twists and turns are unintentional to chase the waves, and go to the festival with the song board in a low manner.

Before the green screen disappeared and turned the mountain, the waves and winds returned to the strong.

The bright moon is easy to be low and easy to disperse, and it is more important to call for wine when you return.

The moonlight in front of the hall is clearer, and the throat is cold.

The roller shutter pushes the door to no one, and the window is hoarse and old.

Nandu is engaged in Mo shame and poverty, and there are a few people who have poems on the month.

The personnel of the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise, and suddenly dreamed of Yao Taike.

Water tune song head. Mid-Autumn Festival.

Surname. Su shi. Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking Dadan, drunk, making this article, and conceiving a child.

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky.

I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight?

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world!

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

Xijiang MoonSu shi.

The world is a big dream, how many times is life cool?

The wind leaves have been singing in the corridor at night, and you can see the eyebrows and temples.

Su Shi Yangguan Qu Mid-Autumn Moon.

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and Yinhan silently turns the jade plate.

This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year.

The wine is often sad and there are few customers, and the moon is mostly disturbed by clouds.

Who shared the lonely light in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and looked north sadly.

Mid-Autumn Moon Su Shi.

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and Yinhan silently turns the jade plate.

This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year.

Mid-Autumn Festival to see the moon and the child.

The bright moon is not out of the mountains, and the light is white.

A cup of unfinished silver is surging, and the chaotic clouds are broken like a crashing wave.

Whoever washes the eyes of the heavenly prince should be the water of the Fei Ming River.

So I ordered me to look at the people of the world coldly, and I couldn't afford it.

Southwest Mars is like a projectile, and the horn tail is a dragon pan.

I can't see it tonight, and I can't see it, and I hope that the fireflies will fight for the cold.

Who is in the ancient Bian, and the thousand lights are changing at night.

The twists and turns are unintentional to chase the waves, and go to the festival with the song board in a low manner. (It was night, and a water lantern was put in Jiake's boat.) Qingying did not turn to the front mountain, and the waves and winds returned to the strong.

The bright moon is easy to be low and easy to disperse, and it is more important to call for wine when you return.

The moonlight in front of the hall is clearer and clearer, and the throat is cold and the grass is singing.

The roller shutter pushes the door to no one, and the window is hoarse and old. (I have a grandson recently, named Chu Lao.) Nandu is engaged in Mo shame and poverty, and there are a few people who have poems on the month.

The personnel of the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise, and suddenly dreamed of Yao Taike.

and Tao nine days idle.

Nine days alone, happy and comfortable.

The four seasons are not good, and they are happy to be called by the ancients.

Longshan remembers Mencius, and Lili Huaiyuanming.

Fresh frost chrysanthemum, slippery bed sound.

Idle to know the festival, happy to do the rest of the age.

Climb high and look at the sea of clouds, drunk and feel the three mountains tilting.

The long song vibrates the businessman, and the dance takes Suo Rong.

Knowing the will of heaven and drowning in the ups and downs, drowning to see human feelings.

I hope that the japonica will be full and happy every year.

Water tune song head Su Shi.

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking Dadan, drunk, making this article, and conceiving a child.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the Heavenly Palace. I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is not cold, dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete, I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together.

There is no rain cover for the lotus, and there are still proud frost branches in the chrysanthemum. A good year must be remembered, the most orange, yellow, orange and green. --Gift Liu Jingwen".

The forest is broken, the mountains are bright and the bamboo is hidden, and the cicadas are decaying and the grass is a small pond. Turning over the blank birds from time to time, according to the water red fern fine fragrance. Outside the cottage, next to the ancient city. The cane quinoa slowly turns to the sun. It rained three nights last night, and it was cold for another day. --Partridge Days

Gift Liu Jingwen" "Nine Days of Rhyme Wang Gong".

Su Shi is a representative of the highest literary achievements of the Song Dynasty, and has made high achievements in poetry, poetry, prose, calligraphy, and painting. The following is Su Shi's ancient poem about autumn, I hope it will help you!

--Gift Liu Jingwen".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.

[Yukikako: Autumn and].Dynasty: 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, seemingly speechless, deliberately hurting Nong.

All things will be paid for a thousand hours.

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

"Two Songs of Autumn Huai".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 chicken millet is too 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.

Nine days of rhyme Wang GongSu shi. 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.

Su Shi's poems about autumn are as follows:One of the autumn scenes painted by Li Shinan.

The wild water is uneven, and the sparse forest pours out frost roots.

Where does the boat go? The home is in Huangye Village, Jiangnan.

The second part of the autumn scene painted by Li Shinan.

The axe in the world is created every day, and whoever sees the dragon and snake is a hundred feet long.

It's not that the streams and mountains become alone, who interprets them as hanging ape branches.

Nanxiangzi frost precipitation traces harvested.

The frost precipitation marks are collected, and the shallow blue scales are exposed to the distant continent. The wine power gradually fades, the wind is soft, fluttering, and the hat is amorous but in love.

What if the festive season is a reward? But the clear bottle is cut off in the autumn. Everything is a dream in the end, rest and rest, and tomorrow the yellow butterfly is also worried.

Butterflies love flowers. Last night, the autumn wind came in thousands of miles. The moon is screened, and the clothes are cold. There are customers who are worried and sleepless. That can be as long as a year.

The detention has not been counted. The dream is broken, and a pillow of lovesick tears. There is no other meaning in the gradual widening of the belt. The new book newspaper makes me haggard.

Two autumn scenes painted by Li Shinan.

The wild water is uneven, and the sparse forest pours out frost roots.

Where does the boat go? The home is in Huangye Village, Jiangnan.

The axe in the world is created every day, and whoever sees the dragon and snake is a hundred feet long.

It's not that the streams and mountains become alone, who interprets them as hanging ape branches.

[Yukikako: Autumn and].

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, seemingly speechless, deliberately hurting Nong. All things will be paid for a thousand hours.

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

Su Shi's autumn verses are as follows:1. The wild water is uneven and swells, and the sparse forest song pours out the frost roots. 11. Su Shi's "Autumn Scene Painted by Li Shinan".

2. The sound of the song pipe building is thin, and the swing courtyard is heavy at night. One by one, Su Shi's "Spring Night, Spring Festival Moment is Worth a Thousand Gold".

3. Light muscles and weak bones are scattered, and the golden stamen is overflowing. One by one, Su Shi's "Zhao Chang Hanju".

4. Where does the boat go? The home is in Huangye Village, Jiangnan. 11. Su Shi's "Autumn Scene Painted by Li Shinan".

5. Tears are not sunny when the autumn rain is sunny. One by one, Su Shi's "Nanxiangzi Sending the Ancient Times".

6. Who is lonely with the Mid-Autumn Festival. One by one, Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon, The World is a Big Dream".

7. Guilu flew to the light and soaked it in the cold for a day. One by one, Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao, Mid-Autumn Festival".

8. It is not like autumn light, but only breaks off with the departed person. One by one, Su Shi's "Minus the Word Magnolia Spring Moon".

9. With a high view, you can see the sky for thousands of miles, and the clouds have no trace. One by one, Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao, Mid-Autumn Festival".

10, I was drunk and clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my arms to invite the moon, and became three guests to the shadow. One by one, Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao, Mid-Autumn Festival".

11. In the Crystal Palace, the transverse flute was blown off. One by one, Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao, Mid-Autumn Festival".

12. The country is picturesque. One by one, Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao, Mid-Autumn Festival" looks at the smoke tree calendar.

1, "Gift to Liu Jingwen": There is no rain cover for the lotus, and there are still proud frost branches in the chrysanthemum. A good year must be remembered, and the acres are orange, yellow, orange and green.

2, "Fortune Operator: Huangzhou Dinghui Courtyard Residence": The lack of moon hangs dredging tongs, and the initial tranquility of people is missing. Who sees the lonely and lonely people, ethereal and lonely. Startled but turned back, there was hatred and no one to think. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold.

3, "Yangguan Song: Mid-Autumn Festival": The twilight clouds are full of cold, and the silver man silently turns the jade plate. This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year.

4, "Nian Nujiao": Looking far away, you can see the sky for thousands of miles, and the clouds have no trace. Guilu flies in, the light shines, and the cold dips for a day.

Yuyu Qionglou, come and go by Luan, people are in the cool country. The rivers and mountains are picturesque, and the smoke trees are in the middle of the history. I was drunk and clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised a glass to invite the moon, and became three guests.

Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don't know what night it is? If you want to ride the wind and go back, why use riding Pengyi. In the Crystal Palace, the flute was blown off.

5, "Evening View of Wanghai Tower": The seepage is broken in the green mountains, and the people on the other side want to respond. The autumn wind on the river came in a hurry at night, in order to pass the bell and drum to Xixing.