A poem that describes the autumn wind bringing the leaves together

Verses describing autumn leaves:

1, "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.

The translation went up the hill along the winding path, and in the depths of the white clouds, there were still people.

I stopped the car because I loved the evening view of the maple forest in late autumn. The maple leaves have been dyed with autumn frost, and they are more beautiful than spring flowers in February.

2, "Night Park Niuzhu Nostalgia".

Tang ] Li Bai.

At night in the Xijiang River of Niuzhu, there is no cloud in the blue sky.

Boarding the boat to look at the autumn moon, empty memories of General Xie.

Yu can also sing highly, and people can't hear it.

The Ming Dynasty hung sails, and the maple leaves fell one after another.

Translation: The autumn night boat is moored in Niuzhu Mountain in Xijiang, and there is not a trace of wandering clouds in the blue sky.

I boarded the boat and looked up at the bright autumn moon, thinking in vain of General Xie Shang of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

I can also chant Yuan Hong's history, but unfortunately there is no wise general to listen.

Tomorrow morning I will hang up the sails and leave Niuzhu, where only the maple leaves are falling.

3, "Gangneung Sorrowful Hope".

The maple leaves are thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the twilight sails.

Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, flowing east day and night.

Translation: On a bleak late autumn day, maple leaves float on the river. At this time, a west wind blew, and the trees in the mountains made a squeaky sound. Looking into the distance, you can see the river bridge hidden in the maple forest.

The sun is falling, why haven't I seen my lover return by boat. I don't see my lover, and I'm anxious about the little woman. My longing for my lover is like the water of the Xijiang River, and how long the flowing water is, how long I miss it.

Hope solves your problem, hope.

The White Emperor took advantage of the autumn Bingsu Dragon, and Qing'e coerced the dew to make the wind mighty.

Rong Ku did not dare to disobey the will of heaven, and shook off the guest clothes.

The desert frost is scattered with the corners, and the moon in the lonely city flies with the anvil.

Soon in the mirror, the peach and plum will be prosperous, and the Qinchuan brocade loom will be killed.

The mountains and rivers around the window are rich and clear, and the cicadas are hidden in the shade of the ancient trees.

A leaf welcomes autumn for an endless day, and Gou Meng is still waiting for next year.

Flowers and trees are prosperous and withered for another year, who knows that business is difficult to pass on.

Jun looks at the pavilion side of a few willows, a few degrees of wind before the blow.

(A poem by Condesau).

In early autumn, the leaves are falling, and they are like a guest.

Flipping and refusing to go down, he still regrets his hometown.

The rain passed over the idle fields, and the leaves were red.

Thinking about spring, I believe that there is an autumn breeze.

A few places follow the flowing water, and the river is chaotic and twilight.

We should only be loose and self-reliant, not with the king.

Under the slight sunshine, the river trees are reddish in autumn. The wild goose is cold and rainy, and the sail competes for the late wind.

The reflection of the temple bridge people, the fishing path chrysanthemum cluster.

It is Cheng Weekday, the light ship Wanpaitong.

The leaves were slightly off, and they looked at each other and cherished the old branches.

An autumn and an ancient dream, ten thousand trees parting thoughts.

The water is uncertain, and it is late with the wind.

Knowing the will of heaven and earth, shaking is always selfless.

The autumn leaves are green before the frost, and the autumn pond is clear after the rain. The residual cicada is silent, and the cold butterfly is strong and gentle.

The danguo forest is ripe, and the yellow flowers and grass are bright.

The heart is ashamed to flee from the guest, and the world hides the firewood.

When the autumn frost wilts in the forest, the leaves fall into piles and are not swept.

The Chinese people are susceptible to the year of flowing water, and the prophet of the bird is the news of the word.

The bamboo path in the small garden is silent, and the shadow of the distant tree firewood door is moving.

Mo Dao's business is exhausted, and he has a good inscription poem with a pen.

Deciduous Kong Shao'an.

In early autumn, the leaves are falling, and they are like a guest.

Flipping and refusing to go down, he still regrets his hometown.

Title: Fallen leaves Sikong Shu.

The frost scene urges the dangerous leaves, and now the trees are half empty. The depression is different from the country, and the scattered travelers are the same.

The cold water floats on the shore, and the night insects are embraced according to the steps. With the wind is enviable, get Luoyang Palace.

Deciduous Wang Jian.

The green color is uneven, and the first red has overlapped. The atrium is swept at the beginning of the floor, and the trees are surrounded by three or two leaves.

Fallen leaves sent Chen Yu to Han Yu.

The fallen leaves do not rest, and the broken canopy does not return. Drifting away from each other in the end, and encounters are temporarily dependent on each other.

Whispering late at night, the cold moonlight. Whoever is a young man, tears and clothes.

Fallen leaves (a poem by Kong Shao'an) Kong Deshao.

In early autumn, the leaves are falling, and they are like a guest.

Flipping and refusing to go down, he still regrets his hometown.

Deciduous Wang Zhou.

Su Lu is brittle, and the young girl is jealous. The moon is cold and the wind blows, and the leaves are dry and red.

Smell the fallen leaves and Qi yourself.

After the snow clears in Chushu, Xiao Xiao falls in the evening breeze. Because of the night of the country, a few trees are empty in the water.

Boiled tea is boiled and burned crisply, and the moss is rotten red. I haven't left here in the coming year, and I still see the green bushes.

Fallen leaves Qi Ji.

Autumn is also late, and you can see your neighbors outside the window. Whoever is shocked in the world is swept away by the forest.

Xiao Sao slight moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning. Yesterday was overcast, and the warbler was in spring.

Fallen leaves, repair.

The rain passed over the idle fields, and the leaves were red. Thinking about spring, I believe that there is an autumn breeze.

A few places follow the flowing water, and the river is chaotic and twilight. We should only be loose and self-reliant, not with the king.