Poetry describing "autumn colors"

1, 357 words

Li Bai Tang dynasty

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him.

The autumn wind is slightly cold, and the autumn moon is bright and thorough. The fallen leaves gathered and were blown away, and the sleep in western Western jackdaw was awakened. I miss each other very much, but I don't know when I can meet you. At this moment, I can't bear to feel sorry for myself on this autumn night. If someone can be in my mind, they will certainly understand the suffering of this kind of lovesickness.

When I miss you all the time, I will always remember your appearance and all kinds of things in the past. Sometimes I miss you more, and I miss you endlessly. If I had known you were so worried, I might never have seen you.

Step 2 climb high

Du dynasty

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

It is sad for apes to cry when the wind is high and the sky is high. There are birds hovering on the clear river and white beach. Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. Life is hard, and I often regret my career failure and get old. I'm full of sadness, and I'm worried about my cup.

3. Two autumn poems, the first one

Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

Since ancient times, poets have lamented the depression in autumn, but I say autumn is far better than spring. On a clear autumn day in Wan Li, a crane soared among the clouds, which triggered my poem to fly to the sky.

4. Fisherman Ao

Fan Zhongyan in Song Dynasty

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.

Autumn has come, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is very different from that in Jiangnan. The geese flying to Hengyang have no intention of staying at all. At dusk, the horn sounded, and unique wind, horse flute, Qiang flute and horn sounded from all directions. In the rolling mountains, the sun sets, the smoke rises and the gates of an isolated city are closed.

After drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help thinking of my relatives thousands of miles away. At present, the war is not peaceful, and my fame and fortune have not yet been established. You can't plan ahead. There was a long sound of Qiang flute in the distance. It's very cold, and the ground is covered with frost and snow. It's late at night, and it's hard for people fighting outside to fall asleep. Both generals and soldiers have been dyed white by frost and snow, so they have to cry silently.

5. Su Muzhe is nostalgic

Fan Zhongyan in Song Dynasty

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. (Let people sleep: Let people get drunk)

The sky is blue, yellow leaves fall all over the ground, the autumn colors on the horizon are connected with autumn waves, and the waves are filled with slightly chilly autumn smoke. The distant mountains bathe in the sunset, and the sky is connected with the river. Grass that doesn't understand the pain of homesickness extends to the sky beyond the sunset.

It is sad to miss my hometown silently, and it is difficult to get rid of lingering worries. Only dreams can make people sleep at night. The bright moon shines on tall buildings, so don't lean on it alone. Frequently pour bitter wine into sorrow and turn it into acacia tears.