Poems about maple leaves on rainy days

1. What are the poems about maple leaves?

Poems about maple leaves:

1. Jiangling is worried and hopes to send children to peace.

Tang, Yu Xuanji.

Thousands of maple leaves cover thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.

Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.

2. Night mooring at Maple Bridge.

Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ji.

The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maple is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.

3. Mountain hiking.

Tang Dynasty, Du Mu.

Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.

4. Listen to the tune of flowing water.

Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling.

The lonely boat is facing the maple forest under the faint moon, sharing the sound of the zither and the guest's heart.

Thousands of colors in the mountains are covered with rain, broken strings are collected and deep traces of tears.

5. Youth Tour·The maple forest is red and the smoke is blue in the evening.

Song Dynasty, Jiang Jie.

The maple forest is red and the late smoke is green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past twenty years, no one has grown bamboo, but they still borrow the name bamboo.

The spring breeze has not yet passed, but the autumn breeze has arrived, and everything is light with age. Just spend your whole life chanting and chanting leisurely, and compose it into a song.

6. Partridge Sky · Maple falls on the river and wild water in autumn.

Song Dynasty, Su Xiang.

The maples fall on the river and wild water in autumn. Light smoke and decaying grass connect to the suburban hills.

Sleeping drunkly in the Huangmao Shop of Xiaowu, dreaming against the Chiye Tower in Gaocheng.

The sky is clear and the road is long. Play the zither, sing and play the fan.

The willows in Baqiao are hated every year, and the hibiscus leaves in Yuanpu are sad. 2. Verses for admiring red leaves in the rain

Parking and sitting in love with wind chimes at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers

Bai Juyi's "He Du Lu Shi Ti"

Red leaves and cold mountains On the first day of October, the frost leaves are new. It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower not waiting for spring. There are rows of crimson tents, and red scarves are cut in disorder. When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind.

Bai Juyi's "Giving Yuan Jiu in the Autumn Rain"

It's unbearable to see red leaves and moss, and it's a cool windy and rainy day. Don't blame me for thinking about the hard work of singing alone in autumn, which is nearly two years older than your school.

Bai Juyi's "Reminiscences of the New Chrysanthemums in the Reward of Huangfu Langzhong"

The master who loves chrysanthemums sings the beautiful rhyme, and the guest who is sick in autumn feels sad and depressed. The yellow flowers add joy to the wine, while the red leaves add sorrow to the stage. Now that the meat and fish smell of the lay people has been cut off, who will arrange the cups and ladles for the immortal man? I am ashamed to remember you under the eastern fence, and I plan to abolish the one-day fast on the Double Ninth Festival.

Bai Juyi's "Lonely Night in Autumn"

The infinite youth is not my companion, and it is pitiful who I will be with in the clear night. There are few pleasures and pleasures in the center, and relatives and friends are withered and empty on all sides. After the red leaves of the trees are blown by the wind, a man with a white beard stands in the bright moonlight. There are more depressed things ahead, with only a few clusters of old chrysanthemums and declining orchids.

Cui Tu's "Continuation of the History of Han Wu"

It is clear that three birds are under the control of Xu, and it feels like a dream in the sky. When the white-headed alchemist arrives, the red leaves in Maoling have become sparse. 3. Ancient poems about maple leaves

Ancient poems about maple leaves:

1. "Sauvignon Blanc·One Mountain" Five Dynasties: Li Yu

One mountain, two mountains Heavy mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves.

The chrysanthemums are blooming, but the chrysanthemums are withered. The flying geese have not yet returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.

Vernacular interpretation: one after another, overlapping mountains. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water vapor are cold and cold, but my thoughts are like flaming maple leaves. The chrysanthemums bloomed and fell, and the days passed. The wild geese in the northern part of the country flap their wings and fly south, but the person I miss has not come back yet. The bright moon shines on the curtain, fluttering in the wind.

2. "Jianling's sorrow and hope are sent to Zi'an/Jiangling's sorrow and hope are there" Fish Mystery of the Tang Dynasty

Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.

Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.

Vernacular interpretation: On a desolate late autumn day, maple leaves floated on the river. At this time, a gust of west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain made a rustling sound. When I heard this scene, I, little girl, felt sad. Looking far into the distance, you can see the river bridge hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, why haven't I seen my lover return by boat? Not seeing my lover return, I am anxious as a little girl. My longing for my lover is as endless as the water of the Xijiang River. As long as the flowing water is, my longing for him will be as long as it lasts.

Maple leaves are leaves of the maple tree. They are generally palm-shaped and five-lobed, about 13 cm long and slightly wider than an adult's hand. The lobes have a few protruding teeth, the base is heart-shaped, the leaf surface is rough, and the upper surface is rough. It is medium green to dark green with hairs on the lower veins, turning yellow to orange or red in autumn. But a few areas are dark, dark green.

The degree to which maple leaves turn red is related to factors such as time, drought, pollution, especially lack of nitrogen. The reddening of maple leaves is actually the result of the maple tree's response to stress in nature. The reddening reaction actually acts as a sunscreen, causing the maple leaves to stay on the tree longer, allowing the tree to absorb more nutrients. Research has found that nutritional pressure, especially the pressure of nitrogen deficiency, causes maple leaves to turn red earlier and redder. 4. Verses for admiring red leaves in the rain

I parked my car and loved the wind chimes at night. The frost leaves are red in February and the flowers are white. Juyi's "He Du Lu Shi Ti" red leaves in the cold mountains on the first day of October, the frost leaves are new for a while.

It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring. There are rows of crimson tents, and red scarves are cut randomly.

When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind. Bai Juyi's "Giving Yuan Jiu in the Autumn Rain" cannot bear the red leaves and moss, and it is a cool windy and rainy day.

Don’t blame me for being so bitter in my autumn thoughts. I’m nearly two dozen years older than your school. Bai Juyi's "Reminiscences of the New Chrysanthemums by Rewarding the Emperor's Doctor" A master who loves chrysanthemums sings a beautiful rhyme, and a guest who is sick in autumn feels sad and depressed.

The yellow flowers bring joy and bring wine, while the red leaves bring sorrow to the full stage. Now that the meat and fish smell of the lay people has been cut off, who will arrange the cups and ladles for the immortal man? I am ashamed to remember you under the eastern fence, and I plan to abolish the one-day fast on the Double Ninth Festival.

Bai Juyi's "Lonely Night in Autumn" Infinite young people are not my companions, who can I be with in the clear night? There are few pleasures and pleasures in the center, and relatives and friends are withered and empty on all sides.

After the red leaves of the trees are blown by the wind, the white-bearded man stands in the bright moonlight. There are more depressed things ahead, with only a few clusters of old chrysanthemums and declining orchids.

Cui Tu's "Continuation of the Han Dynasty" clearly states that three birds are under the control of Xu, and it feels like a dream in the sky. When the white-headed alchemist arrives, the red leaves in Maoling have become sparse. 5. What are the poems about maple leaves?

The charm of maple leaves flowing with red leaves

The whole courtyard is full of beauty. Maple leaves flowing with red leaves: - The sunset is red, the autumn scenery is magnificent, and the colors of frost are all Flowing Dan. The dream is gone, but the dream is gone. Who knows the simplicity and elegance? No resentment, only pity for the dead leaves. The clouds cover my tears, the wind makes me haggard, and the water weeps to express my sorrow. Worrying. Love is attached to the world, sorrow and hope are everywhere, and the shadow is alone. I want to complain that I have no one to accompany me, so I cry and chant poems. The waning moon shines silently and coldly, making it difficult to raise the eyebrows, like a sick couplet. Transformed into soil, no thoughts left, waiting in silence before winter.

The autumn rain clears away the smoke and the wine glasses are empty,

I can bear to listen to the song of resentment until the setting sun.

When I recite the Sutra of Worry, I feel sad,

Wandering.

The remaining candles and dreams are desolate.

Who understands the sorrow and hope,

melancholy,

Leng Feng sheds a thousand lines of tears.

The soul is half-witnessed, and the waves of the heart are wandering.

Worried about the mountains,

When the frost comes, the lonely goose becomes even more confused.

Seeing off guests on the first night of the Xunyang River, maple leaves and flowers rustling in autumn——Bai Juyi's "Pipa Tour"

Parking and sitting in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are red in February flowers- ---Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"

The Ming Dynasty hangs sails, and the maple leaves fall one after another----Li Bai's "Night Mooring in Niuzhu Nostalgia"

Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, Jiangqiao Covering the late afternoon sail----Yu Xuanji's "Jianling is sad and looking forward to sending children to peace"

I paint the long blue river water, and love the sad maple leaves on the evening pavilion----Tang Yin's "I Love the Fragrance of Autumn"

Mountain Walk

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping,

There is a home deep in the white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night,

The frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.

Five Poems about Maple

Author: Li He Era: Tang Dynasty

The autumn water on the stone roots is bright, and the autumn grass on the stone bank is thin.

The fragrance of wild bamboo invades clothes, and the hibernation hangs thickly in the wild.

Cen Zhongyue returns, and the toad lights up in the sky.

The osmanthus dew meets the fairy, and the clouds are dancing under the stars.

The desolate gardenias have fallen, and the mountain weeps clear.

Below is Zhang Zhongwei, whose desk is about to decay.

Xiangshan

The rain makes the pines green,

The frost dyes the maple leaves red.

The wind blows and the white clouds move,

Sending tenderness thousands of miles away.

Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.

--Du Mu

Jiang Shangfeng Cheng Yanxiong

Jiang Feng is full of flowers and cannot compete with the power of pine trees.

A leaf falls on the fisherman's house, and the setting sun brings autumn colors.

Sleeping in the Autumn Rain at Night by Bai Juyi

The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen, and the frost leaves are all red.

Mountain Excursion Du Mu

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February.

Send Zhou Zi to visit Jingnan after his death, Cen Shen

The orange blossoms are blooming in Shandian, and the maple leaves are new in Jiangcheng.

Listening to the flute on a moonlit night in Jianglou Liu Cang

Thinking of the bright moon and white waves, the sound enters the blue clouds and the maple leaves of autumn.

Painted on the Yushan Ridge by Huangfu Zeng

The autumn flowers look like snow, and the maple leaves cannot help but be covered with frost.

Passing Man Cave - Song Zhiwen

The forest is dark with maple leaves, and the garden is fragrant with orange blossoms.

Sending Wang Changling to Lingnan by Meng Haoran

Traveling far and near to Dongting, the maple leaves startle the autumn early.

Jiang Shangfeng Cheng Yanxiong

Jiang Feng is naturally lush and cannot compete with the power of pine trees.

In the mountains, the maple trees on the east side of the fence are pregnant with Chengdu. Lu You

Under the red building in the west corner of Wumen, there is a red maple tree.

Early Winter Lu You

The maple leaves are better when they are withered, and the plum blossoms are fragrant before they are moved.

Late Autumn Calligraphy by Lu You

Maple Leaf was miserable at first, but Ju Cong was not supportive.

Wen Zhengming's Landscapes, Qianlong

The old shade of pine trees dispels the heat, and the new maple leaves are illuminated in autumn.

Sending Lord Masuda Shebo back to his country Lu Xun

The hibiscus tree is in the beautiful autumn weather, and the maple leaves shine like red leaves in the tender cold weather.

In autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, ripe chestnuts are as big as a fist. The red maple leaves rise, the green reeds and white waves of the river

The sweetgum of liquidambar in the evening, the quiet flowers, the shadows of the southern mountains in Jinshui

The red-leaf maple forest sings with a hundred tongues, and the rooster dances on the yellow mud wild bank

The frost stains the crows and maples to welcome the sun, and the cold Jingshui brings ice currents

The sun and the moon are white, the green maple leaves are red, the sky is rainy and frosty 6. What are the poems about maple leaves

1. "Sauvignon Blanc: One Mountain" Five Dynasties: Li Yu

One mountain, two mountains.

The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves.

The chrysanthemums are blooming, but the chrysanthemums are withered. The flying geese have not yet returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.

Vernacular interpretation: one after another, overlapping mountains. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water vapor are cold and cold, but my thoughts are like flaming maple leaves. The chrysanthemums bloomed and fell, and the days passed. The wild geese in the northern part of the country flap their wings and fly south, but the person I miss has not come back yet. The bright moon shines on the curtain, fluttering in the wind.

2. "Jianling's sorrow and hope are sent to the child's safety/Jiangling's sorrow and hope are there" Tang Dynasty Yu Xuanji

Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.

Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.

Vernacular interpretation: On a desolate late autumn day, maple leaves floated on the river. At this time, a gust of west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain made a rustling sound. When I heard this scene, I, little girl, felt sad. Looking far into the distance, you can see the river bridge hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, why haven't I seen my lover return by boat? Not seeing my lover return, I am anxious as a little girl. My longing for my lover is as endless as the water of the Xijiang River. As long as the flowing water is, my longing for him will be as long as it lasts.

3. "Mountain Travel" Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living deep in the white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.

Vernacular interpretation: A winding and sloping path winds up to the top of the mountain. It seems that there are still several families in the place where the white clouds are floating. I stopped the sedan chair because I loved the evening view of the maple forest in late autumn. The fiery red maple leaves were redder than the February flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

4. "Pipa Xing/Pipa Yin" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty

The Xunyang River saw off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers were rustling in autumn. The master dismounted and was in the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.

When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.

Vernacular interpretation: On an autumn night, I went to the head of the Xunyang River to see off a returning guest. The cold wind blew the autumn leaves of maple leaves and reed flowers. My guests and I dismounted and held a farewell banquet on the boat. We raised our glasses to drink but the music did not entertain us. I was not happy after drinking the wine and was even more sad that I was about to say goodbye. When I said goodbye, the bright moon was reflected in the vast river at night. Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa playing on the river; I forgot about the returning guests and didn't want to leave.

5. "Nostalgic Night at Niuzhu" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

At night in Niuzhu Xijiang River, there is no cloud in the blue sky. Climbing the boat and looking at the autumn moon, I recall General Xie.

I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it. In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another.

Vernacular interpretation: The boat was anchored at Niuzhu Mountain in Xijiang on an autumn night, and there was not a single cloud in the blue sky. I boarded the boat and looked up at the bright autumn moon, recalling in vain General Xie Shang of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. I can also recite Yuan Hong's epic poem, but it's a pity that I don't have the wise general to listen. Tomorrow morning I will hang up the sails and leave Uuzhu, where only maple leaves are falling from the sky.

7. I am looking for poems describing rain and maple leaves. The master wrote them himself. I need three poems

Walking in the Rain

- The Spiritual Escaper

It rains softly Xiaoyu

Some old people said that this is a lover telling a story

The storyteller

must be hiding in this misty rain environment

When we get closer

He goes further again

He may even hide in the pomegranate

Long and other pomegranates As pink as the seeds

We walked in the rain like this

The pomegranates in our hands are sweet

The storytellers also become sweet

But the storyteller must have been lonely

and also sad for love

Otherwise, he would not keep telling so eloquently

Such rain

filled the earth

No matter where the person he loves is

you can definitely hear what he is saying

A walk in the rain will make sense

Make two happy people happy

Make two sad people sad

But the storyteller in the rain

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He will leave slowly after all

In the end, he is still unwilling to leave a rainbow

The person he can’t find

will see it Rainbow walks past

Two people walking in the rain

Understand the beauty of this place best

Even on a dark and cold night

Find the seven-color rainbow in each other's eyes

Excerpted from the poems of Ling Dunzhe, an independent scholar, poet, writer, and famous Chinese scholar. 8. What are the poems that describe maple leaves?

The maple forest withers late leaves, the rivers are far apart, and the Chu guests will return home miserably.

Looking at the misty river, the geese sing sadly; under the half-circle cool moon, the shadows of people are scattered.

After waking up from the wine, the tears were washed away by the phoenix wax, and the wind curtain rolled up the gold mud.

The rhyme of the anvil and pestle is high, recalling the lingering dreams; the fragrance of Qiluo diminishes, bringing back the remaining sorrow.

In Tinggao's split-breasted area, it's a difficult place to put together, so you have to cover your face and hold your clothes.

What’s more, resentment is bound to last forever, and there is no hope of seeing each other again.

In the book about expressing regrets, the silver hooks are full and empty; in the heartbreaking sound, the jade bamboo sticks are still hanging down.

Only God knows how many secret sorrows there are.

The maple forest is red and the late smoke is green, and the guests are full of gulls.

In the past twenty years, no one has grown bamboo, but they still borrow the name bamboo.

The spring breeze has not yet passed, but the autumn breeze has arrived, and everything is light with age.

Just spend your whole life chanting and chanting leisurely, and compose it into a song.

The maple forest is red, and the evening smoke is green. Every day, I face the gulls that live in Tingzhou, a water town, and I am full of the melancholy of exile and wandering. I love bamboo by nature. I have been homeless and had no land to grow bamboo for 20 years, so I borrowed bamboo as my name.

The spring breeze has not yet blown away, but the autumn wind has arrived. As I get older, I despise all earthly fate. I just chant my life's experiences on the idle water and compose them into the songs of boatmen and fishermen. 9. Are there any poems about maple leaves?

The following must have the heart-melting charm of maple leaves that you want. Maple leaves flowing in the garden: - The sunset is red, the autumn scenery is magnificent, and the frost is flowing. Dan.

The dream is gone, but the dream is over. Who knows the simplicity and elegance? No resentment, only pity for the dead leaves.

The clouds cover my tears, the wind makes me haggard, and the water weeps to express my sorrow. Worrying.

Love is attached to the world, sorrow and hope are everywhere, and I am alone. I want to complain that I have no one to accompany me, so I cry and chant poems.

The waning moon shines silently and coldly, making it difficult to raise the eyebrows, like a sick couplet. Transformed into soil, no thoughts left, waiting in silence before winter.

The autumn rain clears the wine glass, and I can bear to listen to the song of resentment until the setting sun. When I recite the Sutra of Worry, I feel sad and daydreaming.

The remaining candles and dreams are desolate. Who understands the longing and melancholy, and Leng Feng sheds a thousand lines of tears?

The soul is half-witnessed, and the waves of the heart are wandering.

Worried about the mountains, the lone wild goose becomes even more confused when the frost comes.

The sails are hung in the Ming Dynasty, and the maple leaves fall one after another - Li Bai's "Night at Niuzhu Nostalgia" The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the late sails - Yu Xuanji's "Jianling Worry and Hope for Children" I paint the blue river water Long time ago, I loved the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion - Tang Yin's "I Love Autumn Fragrance" Tang Yin's Journey to the Mountains: Du Muyuan went up the cold mountain along a sloping stone path, and there was a home deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.

Five Poems about Feeling Maple Author: Li He Era: Tang Dynasty The autumn water is bright at the root of the stone, and the autumn grass beside the stone is thin. The fragrance of wild bamboo invades the clothes, and the hibernation hangs thickly in the wild.

Cen Zhongyue returns, and the toad lights up in the sky. The osmanthus dew meets the fairy, and the clouds tease under the stars.

The desolate gardenias have fallen, and the mountain weeps clear. Below is Zhang Zhongwei, whose writing case is about to decay.

In Xiangshan, the rain makes the pines green, and the frost dyes the maple leaves red. The wind blows and the white clouds move, sending tenderness thousands of miles away.

Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.

--Du Mu, Jiang Shangfeng, Cheng Yanxiong Jiang Feng is naturally lush, and cannot compete with the power of pine trees. A leaf falls on the fisherman's house, and the setting sun brings autumn colors.

Sleeping in the Autumn Rain at Night by Bai Juyi It is clear and cold at dawn, but the frost has not yet risen, and the frost leaves are all red. Mountain Excursion Du Mu Parked the car and sat in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves were as red as the flowers in February.

Send Zhou Zi to visit Jingnan after his death. Cen Shen has orange blossoms in the mountain shop and new maple leaves in Jiangcheng. Listening to the Flute on a Moonlit Night in Jianglou Liu Cang Thoughts floated on the bright moon, the waves were white, and the sound entered the blue clouds and maple leaves in autumn.

Written on Yushan Ridge by Huangfu Zeng The autumn flowers look like snow, and the maple leaves cannot help but be frosted. Passing Mandong Song Zhiwen The forest is dark with maple leaves, and the garden is fragrant with orange blossoms.

Sending Wang Changling to Lingnan by Meng Haoran. When you go to Dongting far and near, the maple leaves startle the autumn early. Jiang Shangfeng by Cheng Yanxiong Jiang Feng is so prosperous that he cannot compete with the power of Song Jun.

In the mountains, the maple tree on the east side of the fence is pregnant with Chengdu. Lu You. Under the red building in the west corner of Wumen, there is a red maple tree. I immediately looked at it. Early winter by Lu You The maple leaves are better when they are dying, and the plum blossoms are fragrant before they are moved.

Late Autumn Calligraphy by Lu You Maple Leaf is miserable at first, but Ju Cong doesn’t support it at all. Wen Zhengming's Landscapes, Qianlong's Landscape, Dispels the Heat and Dispels the Old Shade of Pine Trees, Lights Up the New Autumn Maple Leaves.

Sending Lord Masuda Shebo back to his country Lu Xun The hibiscus tree is in the autumn light, and the maple leaves shine like red leaves in the tender cold. In autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, chestnuts are as big as a fist.

The water carries the ice flow, the sun and the moon are white, the maple leaves are green, the sky is red, the sky is rainy and frosty.