What are the poems describing the blue sky in autumn?

Poetry about the blue sky in autumn 1. What are the poems describing the autumn sky?

1, autumn word

Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

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.

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I feel sad and lonely every autumn since ancient times, but I think autumn is better than spring.

In the clear sky of Wan Li, a crane flying in the sky aroused my poetic interest in the blue sky.

2. Su Muzhe is nostalgic

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.

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Blue sky, white clouds and yellow leaves, autumn scenery is connected with water waves in the river, which are filled with green and cold smoke.

The mountains set off the sunset, the blue sky and the river. The grass is unfriendly and extends to the horizon beyond the sunset.

3. Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion

Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

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The sunset flies with the lonely geese, and the autumn water is even in the sky.

4. Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin.

The sun went down,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

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At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry.

Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke.

On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind.

The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west.

On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.

5. Fisherman Ao

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

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.

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Autumn is coming, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is different from that in Jiangnan.

The geese flew back to Hengyang again, without any intention of staying.

At dusk, when the army's horn blows, the surrounding sounds also rise.

In the mountains, the twilight is heavy, the mountains are sunset, and the solitary door is closed.

2. What ancient poems describe the blue sky, trees and grasslands in autumn?

1, "Mountain Walk" Tang Dumu

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.

2, "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" Ma Yuan Zhiyuan

Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.

The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.

3, "Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang Wangwei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

4. "Ascending the Mountain" Tang Du Fu

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.

5, "Su Mu" Song Fan Zhongyan

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.

Who has a poem about the autumn sky?

Liu Yuxi's autumn poems have been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better 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. I feel sad and lonely every autumn since ancient times, but I think autumn is better than spring.

In the clear sky of Wan Li, a crane flies in the sky, which triggered my poetry about the blue sky. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Teng-ting: On a frosty night, the river winds, fishing and fire worry about sleeping. The moonlight in Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge is like water, and the sky and the light complement each other.

The morning mist will rest, and apes and birds will sing; In the evening, I want to be depressed, sink into the weight, jump into the book of gratitude and watch the mountains and forests dye; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.

Qinyuanchun, autumn wind in Changsha, autumn wind poems of yellow plants, wild geese and cars from the south.

4. There are blue sky prose poems in autumn

The autumn sky is clear and high. If you look closely, it is like a person's face, and the faint expression is like a flowing memory. At a certain moment, someone is silent and kind, and the autumn sky is too big for you to reach. It's quiet until your heart stops beating. It's fuzzy until you look at it.

The autumn sky is affectionate and warm, as if it were part of the most beautiful dream. Cloud is a caring greeting. The deepest and highest distance is a library full of fairy tales. The falling autumn rain is its love for us. It was a cold rain, and it was very cold. Pay attention to adding clothes. Autumn should be the most beautiful, kind and gentle woman. The autumn morning sky is quiet and silent. It just looked at our sleeping faces with a dark blue expression. Through the window, it will touch our faces with light as feathers in our deep sleep. It will touch our shallow sleeping lips and the cold cheeks of corn-scented skin. It will beat our morning run with a long gray-blue dress. In the morning,

The crisp night sky in autumn, the deep and bright Leng Yan, the cold glow of clouds filled our tired bodies, the bright Yue Hui wrapped our missing wings, crickets chirped intermittently, like a warm quilt, covering our soft bodies, and the sweet breath rubbed into our lazy dreams. The autumn night sky is like a gentle and kind mother. Autumn sky, the color is affectionate, because its heart is full of love, autumn sky, breathing is sweet, because its breath melts into a kind of harvest joy, autumn sky love is broad, because it is a lover and mother.

5. What are the poems describing the blue sky?

Visiting Jin Huashan in winter can pick up the legacy of Chen Gong.

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu

In the mountains of Fu You, the golden flowers are purple and Cui Wei. There is a blue sky in the sky, hanging down and hugging Qiongtai.

Tie the boat to the cliff, and the staff is poor and lingering. Looking around the top of the floor, the valley is open.

Sunset on the snowy ridge makes the frost heavy and sad. Burn incense and kneel down, and come in the fairy fog.

The pillars of Chen Gong Reading Hall are covered with moss. He laid hands on me very badly, which seriously hurt my talent.

Yukichi Tangquan

Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Nalan Xingde

Six dragons were stationed in the sky at the beginning, and Biwa bamboo ware was a river.

Run to force Xiantaohong to dance, and the drunken people are still asleep.

Blow it into a warm way and return it to the valley of Yan, and disperse it into a fragrant wind and a slippery string.

The most important thing is to hang down your clothes and be wise, and you don't need words and pens to praise Ganquan.

6. Ancient Poems of Blue Sky, Trees and Grassland in Autumn

When autumn comes, the weather becomes cool. The autumn sky turns dark blue. It is also changeable. The sky is crisp and gloomy. The autumn wind dried people's sweat after their hard work in summer. It turned the grass into golden yellow and blew the rabbit's autumn clothes. Autumn is really a lovely season.

On the evening of July 16, climb the Happy Pavilion and see Nanshan in Chang 'an.

Author: Lu You

Autumn came to the border town, the sound of the horn sounded, and the peaceful bonfire lit the bonfire. Singing and singing, standing on a high place and offering wine to the land, this has produced infinite enthusiasm for restoring Guanzhong.

Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang River should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.

Chusek

Author: Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

Chusek

Author: Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

Water bag dance

Author: Fan Zhongyan

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.

Festival moon

Author: Su Shi

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

7. There are blue sky prose poems in autumn.

The autumn sky is clear and high. If you look closely, it is like a person's face, and the faint expression is like a flowing memory. At a certain moment, someone is silent and kind, and the autumn sky is too big for you to reach. It's quiet until your heart stops beating. It's fuzzy until you look at it.

The autumn sky is affectionate and warm, as if it were part of the most beautiful dream. Cloud is a caring greeting. The deepest and highest distance is a library full of fairy tales. The falling autumn rain is its love for us. It was a cold rain, and it was very cold. Pay attention to adding clothes. Autumn should be the most beautiful, kind and gentle woman.

The autumn morning sky is quiet and silent. It just looked at our sleeping faces with a dark blue expression. Through the window, it will touch our faces with light as feathers in our deep sleep. It will touch our shallow sleeping lips and the cold cheeks of corn-scented skin. It will beat our morning run with a long gray-blue dress. In the morning,

The crisp night sky in autumn, the deep and bright Leng Yan, the cold glow of clouds filled our tired bodies, the bright Yue Hui wrapped our missing wings, crickets chirped intermittently, like a warm quilt, covering our soft bodies, and the sweet breath rubbed into our lazy dreams. The autumn night sky is like a gentle and kind mother.

Autumn sky, the color is affectionate, because its heart is full of love, autumn sky, breathing is sweet, because its breath melts into a kind of harvest joy, autumn sky love is broad, because it is a lover and mother.

8. Poems praising the blue sky

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If only I were a pigeon.

Then you can hug the sky.

Although birds can't leave traces in the sky

But I like the blue sky.

What was blue ten years ago is still blue ten years later.

Is a paradise that will not be lost by time.

The sky in March is an illusory and melancholy cloud.

Heavy, deep and dark

The weight of the clouds is slowly gathering.

As eternal darkness as my silent heart.

The sky in March is a mass of gray tears.

Deep vertical pressure and darkness

The capacity of the cloud is rising.

The sky is as tearful as my heavy heart.

The sky in July is light and thin.

The autumn sunset is always so tired and slow.

But ditches and fences gradually fell into dusk.

The breeze, like tears, has gone to blowing in the wind.

The sky in July is sweet, lonely and calm.

This is a season without weight and texture.

The beauty of the earth and the depth of the sky

This is really a fantastic paradise.

Under clouds and sky.

The girl on the bike trembled like a swallow spreading its wings in the sky.

The flying swallows gradually merged with the sky.

I stared at the wishes under the sky.

Swallow, please do your best, and the vastness of the sky will belong to you.

Swallow, my wishes to you will never condense like water freezes.

But like a stone turned into sand, it fluttered under the same sky.

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It was blue ten years ago.

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Ten years later, it is still blue.

Travel under the blue sky/profound meaning.

You are my dream stage to travel all over Qian Shan.

Blue blue head is the Champs Elysé es, where I sing softly and dance lightly.

Three rivers are drunk, and seven mountains are foggy, which makes your heart soft.

Always holding hands and dancing wildly towards infatuation.

You are the magical butterfly valley I created for a long time.

Colorful is my impulse to release mountain flowers, causing the illusion of the stream to bewitch.

Spring flowers, autumn moon, summer water and winter snow rise in your Yuan Ye.

I rest on your soul, savoring the incomparable beauty day and night.

The heartstrings of fire lit the snow lotus that had been waiting for thousands of years in heaven.

My eternal frozen jade pond has made charming waves.

Turn me into fog, rain, frost, snow and glaciers.

Change the rhythm, timbre and season with your dance steps in your blue blue.

Let me listen to the guidance of the sun and cry forever in your distant land.

Let you walk out of the dust with the blush on my cheeks and indulge in your vastness.

I wrote poetry into the blue sky, and I embraced the soil of poetry for 30 years.

And the fragrance of volatile soil in poetry

Spring is at my feet.

Step into the green mountains and green waters, the blue sun,

Butterflies dancing at my ankles are wrapped in the songs of birds.

Fragrant flowers and charming sleeves

Wave gracefully.

Just stretch Baiyun's ears.

The river snickered at the blue sky.

The crimson peach blossom is reading the secret of March.

Baa baa sheep

Eating the sunshine in the sky

The boy's hand is still asleep in the whip.

The awakened moon

Stretch

Night becomes the password of youth.

Sheep have become memories of resumes.

Whip the squad to refute the vicissitudes of life

Will the blue sky wake up?

The stars are shining with mysterious eyes.

Snowflakes fall off the skin in winter.

With the temperature you whisper

From the teenager's brow trance.

9. There are poems about the blue sky in spring.

Write a poem about the blue sky in spring

Historical Records of Qin Shihuang's Biography

Zhongchun, Yang Hefang set out.

Han Yuefu's Ancient Ci "Long Songs"

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.

Jin Yuefu's Ancient Ci "Three Golden Baiqi Dances"

The wind in spring and during the day is fragrant.

Yu Zhu, an ancient poem of Jin Yuefu.

In the spring of February and March, grass and water are the same color.

Xie Lingyun's Into the Lake Mouth of Peng Li in the Southern Song Dynasty

I want to rely on the quiet scene at night to participate in this meditation.

Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pool Upstairs" in Southern Song Dynasty

Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds.

Nantiao's "Going to Sanshan Late and Looking to Beijing"

Noisy birdsong covers the spring, and all kinds of flowers cover the countryside in the suburbs.

Don Du Shen Yan's Spring in Beijing.

I am here to see the distant Luoyang and the scenery in spring. When I meet my friends again, next spring will give me a more beautiful spring!

Tang Du Shen Yan and Lu Cheng's Early Spring Journey in Jinling.

The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving. Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color.