Poems and ancient poems about Wutongye

1. Common poems describing buttonwood are:

Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence.

The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is shaking, which makes people feel sad in the spirit of heaven.

When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates night frost.

Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.

Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind.

The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall.

The wine is scattered and the grass is scattered, and the rest are alone in the phoenix tree.

Sunlight passes through the curtains and shadows surround the Indus River.

The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together.

Here I list a song:

Li Yu's Meet You Huan

Go to the west wing without saying a word,

The moon is like a hook,

Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. [ 1]

Keep cutting,

The reason is still confusing,

Is sad, [2]

It's not just the general taste. [3]

Precautions:

[1] Lock clear autumn: It is deeply covered by autumn colors.

[2] Sorrow: refers to the worry of going to the country.

[3] Don't be ordinary: you should also do "Don't do something", which has another meaning.

The word "Meet You Huan" sings the concern of parting. It is difficult to determine the writing period of this word. If it was written by Li Yu in his early years, the dazzling sadness in his words is just an episode of his court life. If it was written after returning to the Song Dynasty, it should show his heartache of leaving his hometown for the country.

From the sentence "There is nothing to say when going to the West Building alone", take a picture of a compassionate god. A "speechless" person is not speechless, but has nothing to say. From the author's dull footsteps and dignified expressions of "silence" and "exclusive enjoyment", we can see that he is very lonely and sad. Originally, the author knew the truth that "you can't lean on the railing alone", because the scenery outside the railing often touched his inner sadness, but now he is willing to take this "risk", which shows that he misses his old country (or old friend) and is very attached.

"The moon is like a hook", which the author saw in the West Building. The waning moon reflects the author's loneliness and the "three thousand miles of mountains and rivers" out of his sight (Broken Array). How many reverie and memories did he have? Looking downstairs, you can see that the deep courtyard is shrouded in autumn in Xiao Sa. "Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn", here, it is impossible and unnecessary to distinguish whether the "lonely" person is a phoenix tree or an author, because love and scenery are infinitely beautiful.

After the film, people have been full of praise for the three sentences of "cutting without stopping", expressing sadness with hemp and concretizing abstract emotions, but more importantly, the sentence summarized by the author: "Don't be the general taste in my heart."

Poets use vivid artistic images to express their sadness at parting, or write down the depth of sadness, such as Li Bai's "Parting and Parting": "No one can tell the sadness of the past when the sea goes straight to Wan Li"; Or write about the length of sorrow, such as Li Bai's "Qiu Pu Ge": "White hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is as long as long"; Or write about the weight of love, such as Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun": "I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry"; Or write a lot of thoughts, such as Qin Guan's "Thousand Years": "Spring goes and spring comes, flying red like the sea." Li Yu used this sentence to write a sad taste: its taste is sour and salty, but it is rooted in the author's heart and cannot be dispelled. The tongue is not good, but the heart feels something. So you don't need to appeal to people's vision, but directly to people's hearts. After reading it, people naturally feel the same way in combination with their own experiences. There is no doubt that this way of writing has its profundity.

2. Write the famous sentence "Slow Voice" about the deciduous phoenix tree, Li Qingzhao.

Looking around, lonely and sad.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent.

Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now?

Looking out the window, how can you be black alone!

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.

This time, what a sad sentence!

Genglou Yu Zi Lu Xiang

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wen

Jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

Li Bai's autumn wind poems

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west.

Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing;

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.

If I had known it was so frustrating, why didn't I know each other?

"Fallen Leaves" Kong Shaoan

Leaves fall in early autumn, such as guests. I don't want to go down, but I still cherish Lao Lin.

3. The ancient poem about Chinese parasol tree is drizzling and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

It is not surprising that Yi 'an laity has a slow voice.

The whole word is as follows

Looking for it,

Cold and clear,

Sad and sad.

When the temperature was warm and cold that day,

This is the most difficult to arouse interest.

Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,

Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?

Wild goose crossing also,

Is sad,

We're old acquaintances.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.

Haggard and hurt,

Who can pick it now?

Look at the window,

How can you be black alone?

The Indus River is drizzling,

At dusk, little by little.

This time,

What a sad sentence!

4. Ancient Poems about Indus _

Author: Dai Shulun (Tang Dynasty)

South porch outside the pavilion, upright and upright. The broad leaves are green and muddy, and the flowers are even plain.

Talented, personable, worthy of a bosom friend.

Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!

Nightlife (Song Dynasty) Zhang Mo: No one in the family has a bright autumn moon, and the frost is about to fall at night. The phoenix tree is really unwilling to decline, and a few leaves are ringing in the wind.

Li Bai gave Cui Qiupu three songs, I Love Cui Qiupu, all like Tao Lingfeng. There are five willows in front of the door and two phoenix trees in the well. Birds in the hall, flowers and wine on the eaves. Huai army didn't hold back, melancholy.

Li Bai's autumn tour of Xuancheng Xieshu North Building Jiangcheng is picturesque, with beautiful scenery and clear skies in Wan Li. Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?

Du Fu sent Jia Ge to the west of Ruzhou to plant buttonwood trees, leaving a yard under the shade. It's hard to go back to your hometown, and it's not good for your life. The palace is separated by the green gate, and the purple of Yunshan is deep in logic. Life is five magui, don't be infringed by twenty cents.

After Juyuan Yang Tomb-Sweeping Day, Tian Che was sent to thousands of families by the Land Temple, and there were years everywhere. Today, elm willows are in full bloom and phoenix trees are in bloom. The shrine is full of clouds and cars. Disappointed with Tian Lang's departure, the original smoke tree is inclined.

Meng Jiao sent him back from his uncle, returned to his feelings, and seemed empty and floating in Chubo. Feather fans sweep sweat, cloth sails screen fine wind. The river flowers are green, and the phoenix trees on both sides are shaded. Uncle yuan sang goodbye, which was not bad at all.

5. Poems about autumn leaves Ancient poems have been sentimental and compassionate since ancient times, and ignoring the clear autumn festival is even worse. -Liu Yong's "Yulinling"

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is exposed like frost, and the geese go south. -Cao Pi's Ge Yanxing

The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. -Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea

Long-distance visitors in the autumn of Wanli, with my hundred years of sadness, climbed this height alone. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled me and my triple grass.

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. -Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage

Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely. I say the autumn moon is better than the spring dynasty. -Liu Yuxi's autumn poems

In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night. -Li He's "Wild Goose Gate Taishouxing"

Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. -Li Yu's "Hui Huan"

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke and the sunset pass. -Fan Zhongan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"

Fifty strings ring beyond the Great Wall, and soldiers are stationed in the battlefield in autumn. -"Broken Array" Xin Qiji

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

-Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. -Dumay's "Mountain Walk"

Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle, fanned a small fan at the firefly, and sat watching the Cowherd and the Weaver Maid as cool as water during the day and night.

-autumn night in Dumet

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. -Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.

It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring.

Thousands of feet crossed the river with an oblique bamboo pole. -Li Qiao "Wind"

The lake is full of light and moonlight, and the windless mirror on the pool surface is not polished.

Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate. -Liu Yuxi's "Looking at Dongting"

Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.

Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night? -Du Mu's "Sue Yangzhou Magistrate Han Chuo"

A boat with a hat, a silk and an inch-long hook.

In autumn, when Shan Ye was drunk, he was 100 feet tall and half a month old.

Tang Jianwu's Autumn Night in Shan Jutu

The old tree is autumn, and the empty pool is soaked in the moon.

Liu Tang Deren sleeps in the swimming pool.

The moonlight in autumn is better than the night in spring, and the days in first frost, Wan Li are quiet and lonely.

Tang Rongyu's Autumn Moon (also known as: autumn moon wins spring night, Wan Li is quiet and lonely)

A night of violet frost shearing made him lose the autumn rain.

Two occasional poems by Tang Laigu

Midnight wine makes people awake unconsciously, and the lotus leaves by the pool are swaying in the autumn wind.

Tang Dougong's Autumn Night

Xiang Lian sells green leaves, while the west wind worries about green waves.

South Tang Li Jing's Huanxisha

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke on the waves.

Song Fan Zhongyan's Su Mu Man

Good years must be remembered, especially when they are orange and green.

A gift from stone.

You don't have to go home when you meet, and Huang Die will be sad tomorrow.

Stone's "Nine Days Rhyme" in Wang Gong

Whispering trees flow out of the forest, and the autumn mountains have a sunset.

6. The poem 1 describes the phoenix tree in autumn, the phoenix shadow, and the sunset.

Tang Dynasty: Yan Lu

The setting sun is oblique and the autumn wind is cold. Whether the old friend will come or not tonight will make people do their best.

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The sun has set in the west, and I will go down the mountain as soon as I see it. The autumn wind came in waves, and I felt colder. After waiting so long, why hasn't my old friend come yet? Are you coming or not? After waiting for a long time, night has fallen and there is moonlight everywhere. I don't know how long it took, but the shadow of the phoenix tree faded, and there was no moon shadow.

2. Yong Wu Tong

Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie

This tall tree can sweep the sky at dusk and brush away the frost in the morning.

Why not in Yangzhou, which led to the phoenix inhabiting?

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The tall buttonwood tree can sweep the stars in the autumn night in the sky and brush away the frost at dusk. Why not plant it in Yangzhou to attract the phoenix to live?

3, Huanxi sand rain broke Wu Tong's tears.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Rain breaks the phoenix tree, tears begin to harvest, and self-pity and self-pity. I hate old relationships that cost money.

The peach man has gone, and the moss marks are empty. Where are the eyebrows like hooks?

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The autumn rain stopped, and the plane leaves stopped dripping, as if they didn't shed tears. Re-remember and release your feelings. I thought I had a wonderful relationship with someone I missed. (Memories) That beautiful figure, peach blossom face, but people have left (but people don't know where to go). Only petite shoe prints were left on the moss-covered path. Where are the people who miss each other? Only lonely people are like the bright moon.

4. Mulberry picking, pulley, Jung hwa Kim Wu Tong Evening News

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Pulley, golden well, phoenix tree late, several trees surprised autumn. If it rains, worry about me, and a hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook.

Joan's window was broken in spring, and she looked back at the edge. If you want to send a scale tour, nine cold waves will not flow back.

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In late autumn, under the plane tree, by the pulley golden well, leaves are everywhere. Trees change in autumn, and people feel sad in autumn. Holding the curtain a hundred feet, looking out of the window at the drizzle, old worries add new ones.

In the boudoir, I miss my wife alone in the window, thinking that my youth is dying and my wish is hard to come true. Why didn't she frown and worry? Look back at the border. I haven't heard from you for a long time. I want to post a letter, but the Yellow River is too cold to go back, so I can only watch hard in loneliness.

5. After a brief encounter, I have nothing to say and go to the West Building alone.

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.

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Lonely people are silent and slowly climb up the west building alone. Looking up at the sky, the waning moon is like a hook. The buttonwood trees in the courtyard are lonely, and the deep courtyard is shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors.

It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time. This kind of worry about divorce and missing is another flavor in my mind now.

7. Poems about Wutong The ancient poems describing Wutong are as follows: "Ode to Wutong" Author: Zheng Banqiao is hundreds of feet high at night, sweeping away the autumn stars and falling frost.

Why not in Yangzhou, which led to the phoenix inhabiting? Thank you for your tears at the beginning: Nalanxing Deyu thanked you for your tears at the beginning and sent my heart back to the beginning.

I hate old relationships that cost money. The peach man has gone, and the moss marks are empty.

Where are the eyebrows like hooks? Wutong Shadow Sunset Oblique Author: Lv Yan Sunset Oblique, Autumn Wind Cold. Whether the old friend will come or not tonight will make people do their best.

Wu Tong Author: Dai Shulun Pavilion South Pavilion, I am chaste and upright. The broad leaves are green and muddy, and the flowers are even plain.

Talented, personable, worthy of a bosom friend. The following is a poem with the Chinese parasol tree: Don't wait for Li Langzhong and Xue Tao to fall in love with the Chinese parasol tree. Climbing the Qinling Mountains is even more bleak.

An Ren's poems will be given, and half of them are mixed with eulogy. After a heavy rain, Miao Su once turned from the sun to the rain and dreamed of a cool and moist skirt.

Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers are beautiful, even the phoenix tree is better.

There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field. Beginning of autumn Liu Hanti scattered jade screen empty, a pillow cool, a fan blowing.

There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon. Feng Yansi's new house, where the mulberry seeds were picked, went out with heavy curtains at midnight.

The slanting moon is hazy, and the flowers are red after the rain. The infinite sadness of the past year is still the east wind.

Alone on the phoenix tree, I want to think until dawn. Wu Ye Binary Anonymous Autumn has come, and it is getting cold, and the cold geese are flying south.

Buttonwood with yellow leaves. I'm so sad, the embroidered quilt is half empty.

The soothsayer heartbroken Xia Wanchun's autumn scenery went to the empty boudoir, and the phoenix tree leaves were swept at night. Unexpectedly, if we can't get together, we will miss each other.

Twelve Yushu trees are withered, and the lanterns are flickering. After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon.

In summer, the curtains in Chen Shulan are drawn longer and longer, and there is a fragrant lotus flower in front of the courtyard. People preach that Lang is under the buttonwood tree, and I wish to be a phoenix.

On an autumn night, Chen Wenshu saw the Milky Way at the bottom of the plane blade. When the window was opened, the dew was cold and blue. The insects on the four walls sound like two rows of geese, and I don't know where to get autumn more.

Meng Haoran, Wei Yun's Guanghe, sparse raindrops and phoenix trees. One by one, I have good control and care.

Fangcaodu Feng Yansi phoenix tree falls, and it's autumn. As soon as the smoke cooled down, the rain stopped, and the depressed scenery was just worrying.

After people leave, how much hate, in my heart. Yan Hongyuan, strong brother resentment, he is a boundless river.

The mountains are like wearing, the moon is like hooking, the songs are scattered, the dreams are broken, and the buildings are leaning. In Feng Yansi, Yu Meiren, the blue wave curtain hangs over the Pearl Lake, and Yingying speaks under the curtain.

Boluo still cries for youth, and wild flowers and grass are new every year, which is hard to talk about. Where is Shengfeng's tall building? Who can tell the bitterness? One moment, the phoenix tree was photographed, and the tears and the east wind were beaten. I hate it.

Yu Meiren's new passion in Feng Yansi painting hall is dim, pearls and foils are hung in the middle of the night. The bridal chamber sleeps on the moon, and the phoenix tree double shadows on Zhu Xuan, in front of the steps.

Even in the high-rise buildings, there is a banquet, and the pipe is blocked and bitter. I left my heart with a voice. Old love is hard to find and I hate it.

Li Yu, a mulberry picker, dragged the golden well, and the phoenix tree was dying, and several trees were shocked. If it rains, worry about me, and a hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook.

Joan's window was broken in spring, and she looked back at the edge. If you want to send a scale tour, nine cold waves will not flow back.

I met Yu without saying a word and went to the west wing alone. The moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, [don't have a taste in your heart.

Partridge sky, Li Qingzhao cold lock the window, phoenix tree should hate night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.

Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.

Qingping Leyan's strings are freehand brushwork, with dense meaning and broken strings. The book is full of infinite things, and I still hate it.

Lying listening to the rain-discharging phoenix tree, the rain is faint and hazy. Where is the soul of a one-night dream? It's in Yang's room.

Yan, Xiang Er, the evening is green, cold, red and fragrant. Cherish the years, who are you with today?

Yun Lan is scattered and the figures are magnificent. Look at Julian dying, Gong Shan getting old and complaining about the autumn wind.

What is the moment of falling leaves? If you want to teach heaven, there is no end to hatred. Try to learn from the past and lean on the buttonwood.

That's where the soul disappears. On a moonlit night, the pink screen is empty. Qingpingle Yan Shujin has a thin wind, and the leaves fall with the phoenix tree.

Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply. Lagerstroemia speciosa Zhu Jin flowers, sunset wither.

The silverscreen was slightly cold last night. No one sits in Zhang Lei's yard at night, and the night frost will dissipate first.

Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind. Dusk in cool thin, in Wu Wenying, Jie Lianhuan.

I suspect that the breeze moved the bamboo, so my old friend came to Miao. Gradually, the night grew long, and the fireflies were attracted leisurely, and the light was dull and the darkness was white.

Dreams come true in pairs, and the phoenix jade rope falls to the west. I'm tired of practicing curtains, and I'm old and sweaty.

Silver bottles hate sinking and broken ropes. Sighing that the phoenix tree is not in autumn is a revelation.

The shadow of the moon and the bright moon are idle, and the dust has already damaged painters, and Chushan will abide by the agreement. The green is cold and the red is red. I'm afraid to dive in the West Pool.

Remember Hunan and Hubei, crimson and black. Withered flowers and fallen calyx.

Partridge day Zhou Zizhi ran out with a little residual red. The screen is full of cool autumn air.

It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. Adjust the treasure, dial the gold.

At that time, they sang partridge words together. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly.

Bodhisattva Man Zhu Qiusheng rises and falls on the phoenix tree, and the chanting adds to the sadness. Sleeping with a lamp on your pillow, the moon and broken dreams are round.

Get up and hook the foil. Where is the cold anvil? Lonely and powerless, forcing the wind to expose the cold.

Zhu has been awake for a long time in the autumn night, and the autumn air is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut for the night. The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.

Qingjiang led Qian Lin's kindness to sleep with Wan Fan until the sad season. A phoenix tree leaves, anvil pestle for thousands of months, and there is a lot of iron outside the eaves.

Meng Jiao, Lakashu two mature, mandarin ducks die side by side. Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.

Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well! Ding Xifan and Wei Zhuang picked up all the red embers of the golden lamp, which made people burn, slowly leak and never sleep.

Leaning against the silver screen, I was speechless and worried about my brow. Smothering the rain with phoenix trees, dripping acacia.

To make matters worse, Wen Tingyun's jade fragrance and red wax tears lit up Qiu Si in the painting hall. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

Xianger Li Qingzhao, singing in the grass, surprised the phoenix tree, worried about the country and the people. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.

You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.

Penny Weaver, this is just separation. The weather is sunny, rainy and windy.

Yi Qin 'e, Li Qingzhao's lofty pavilion and Ye Ping's chaotic mountain are all covered with smoke. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.

The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, gaunt.