Poems about spring reeds

1. Autumn reed poem: Jiangcun is a fact.

Sikongshu

Come back from fishing without tying a boat, Jiangcun sleeps at sunset.

Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow waters of Lu Hua.

Jiang Cun wan tiao

Dai Fugu

The sunshine on the river head is flat, and the tide recedes and the fishing boat pavilion is inclined.

Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people jump into the reeds.

Qingxi guest song

Wang chongliang

The wild king beat Huai Jie with his hand and tied a continuous knot outside the door when he came back. He smiled with purple beard and autumn, with Ke Tingyue in his sleeve.

Yin Shan's master carried Sesshū Tōyō, raised the tent and tied the cable to Qingxi's head. I don't know anything about ear fever in my life. If I want to hold hands and stay in the clouds.

In the west wind, reeds don't move, seagulls fly, horseshoes still enter the green hills, and willow tips are like blisters on the moon.

Ode to reed

Yu Yafei

Shallow water wetland with graceful reeds;

Swaying with the wind, unpretentious.

2. reed poems describing autumn 1. Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhenbai

Gao Shi wants to plant reeds in rivers and lakes. The breeze comes from time to time, and the bamboo is thriving.

Tender feelings like thin sunshine and thick raindrops. The frog jumped too fast, and the fighting finches curled up as if nothing had happened.

I didn't fence it to protect it, so I used bamboo to hold it up. Make the smoke weak and willow, dip it in water and wash it.

Love is partial, and the piano bottle is not unique. Thinking about flowers and fishing, blowing leaves and less Qiang chicks.

Cool dusk, autumn sounds far away. Langyin should be interesting and chic.

2. Rainy night in Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

There are reeds beside the bitter bamboo forest. When you stop the boat, you can think endlessly. Moss fell to the ground in the spring rain,

White waves hold up the sky and make the sun wind. A hundred years later, everything is empty.

When will I wander in this life, in a wisp of heaven and earth.

3. Send Geng to Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao

A bottle of farewell wine is endless. Wanshui Qian Shan Road, alone for several months.

Autumn in Chuanyuan Garden is very quiet, and reeds sing in the evening breeze. If you don't return to China, you will pass on a false name.

4. Niuzhu stayed in the Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

Reed rises in the evening wind, and Qiu Jiang scales. The sunset glow suddenly changes color, and geese sing.

The drums are absolutely perfect and the fishermen are brightly lit. No one can recite history and travel on the moon alone.

5. Jiang Ji Tang Dynasty: Zheng Gu

Fishing boats are out of smoke and reeds are sparse. It's like falling,

Being killed was an accident. Bai Bo is full of herons, and the yellow leaf forest gives off cicadas.

Chariots are young, and they go to Suichuan to sing in operas in the morning and evening.

3. What poems describe "autumn reed"? 1, "Nanpu was sent back to Beijing for drinking at the end of the year" (Tang Bai Juyi)

After waxing, the ice is covered with water and the clouds are dark at night.

The wind and snow fall like rice, rustling among reeds.

I will stay here for two years, and now I will give it back to you.

You look at each other and never get drunk, and get together and never do anything.

2. Rain at Night (Tang Bai Juyi)

There are reeds beside the bitter bamboo forest. When you stop the boat, you can think endlessly.

In the spring rain, moss falls to the ground, white waves hold up the sky and make the sun wind.

A hundred years later, everything is empty.

When will this life drift? A feather in the world.

3. "stirrup songs on dark days are a bit popular" (Tang Changjian)

Reed stays cold at night and bright in the morning.

On the first day in Sichuan, I knew my heart clearly.

Qin Tian has no fiber, and the countryside floats in chun yin.

Jing Bo followed the fishing, and the boat was small and green.

You can see a thousand miles from Pupu, and you can find it is far away.

It should be the fisherman who catches the boat, because he is singing the song of surging waves.

4, "Taigong Mourning Late Encounter" (Tang Changjian)

The morning glow is white, and the king of Wen hunts.

Catch a fisherman in the reed, but there is no bear in the river.

The imperial edict has been left behind, and the horse has spoken.

Because I'm called Jianghai, I'm old and weak.

It's late to know the crown block, but quick to realize the turtle.

If the soldiers and horses don't hunt, everyone is happy.

In the same car to Xianyang, there is no phosphorus in the heart.

Four feet under the jade, the word is emperor.

The ministers held the Zhumen and covered Yao Changkui.

Who knows what happened to the glorious people in ancient times?

Sunset enveloped Sang Yu, and there was a sense of loss.

All of a sudden, people in the sky and underground, though expensive, will be what.

5. Xihe (Song Cao Qian)

What happened today.

Who did this?

Long bone GaiChuanYuan, I hate it.

Guanhe Wan Li is silent and smokeless, and the moon shines on reeds.

Sadness is common.

Ruthless Mo Wen River.

The west wind and the setting sun fell miserably in the new pavilion, and several people shed tears.

What is good for war and peace? It depends on God's will to help solve the crisis.

Only in this lonely place.

No one was there, lying in the middle.

Who will deliver it for safety?

There will be a law urging the public to get up.

You must believe what you said before.

6. Nanxiangzi (Song Wuqian)

Crazy ideas are hard to collect.

Sit and watch the fishing boat cross the distant continent.

The reed has been lost and the wind is blowing.

Cinnamon fragrance in August.

Back to this reward.

It is still half autumn at home.

Although Jia Shanyuan is a guest, he is floating.

Happiness has a bottom, and sadness has a bottom.

7. Niuzhu at night (Yuxi, Liu Tang)

Reed rises in the evening wind, and Qiu Jiang scales.

The sunset glow suddenly changes color, and geese sing.

The drums are absolutely perfect and the fishermen are brightly lit.

No one can recite history and travel on the moon alone.

8. "Du Yu sent Li Liu to the waves on a rainy night" (Tang Bai Juyi)

Suddenly, I recalled that there were two alleys in Tongli, which I had never followed.

Leisure budget is divided into morning and evening. If it is quiet, Otawa will miss the same time.

Under the flowers, I drank black, and I sat in front of the lamp.

It can be seen that this poem was written among reeds on a lonely boat night.

9. Farewell night at the bottom of the river (Tang Xu Heng)

What's it like to leave? Yanning Pavilion in Jianglou.

Cymbidium has heavy autumn dew and many reeds at night.

Deeply resentful of sending a harp, far from worrying about giving birth to a caterpillar.

Full of wine, the moon is bright and cold.

10, "Sleep at night and have a baby" (Tang Xu Hun)

Lotus flowers are full of sorrow and blue waves, and Wu Wa sings lotus picking songs seven times. Thousands of miles away from Hengtang, reeds rustle and it is stormy.

4. Autumn reed poem Bai Juyi stayed overnight in the rain.

There are reeds beside the bitter bamboo forest. When you stop the boat, you can think endlessly.

In the spring rain, moss falls to the ground, white waves hold up the sky and make the sun wind.

A hundred years later, everything is empty.

When will I wander in this life, in a wisp of heaven and earth.

Liu Yuxi lives in Niuzhu at night.

Reed rises in the evening wind, and Qiu Jiang scales.

The sunset glow suddenly changes color, and geese sing.

The drums are absolutely perfect and the fishermen are brightly lit.

No one can recite history and travel on the moon alone.

Jia Dao stayed in Liusimachi after the rain.

Blue creek washes jade and autumn colors, and this place is clear.

Reed sound and rain sound, lotus fragrance around the lamp.

The ancient Qin road is on the shore, and the Han and Huangling tombs are on the pavilion surface.

Jingsi spring is the foundation, and the cliff falls several layers.

5. Poems describing autumn reeds 1. The river is clear, tall buildings are swaying on the water, withered reeds and young trees that have just pulled out branches, and there is a high rainbow bridge.

2. We refueled and rode, and soon we arrived at the North Gate (Jinghuai Gate). We rode to a corner and turned around, and a whole reed appeared in front of us. Reed floats in the air like a flock of crane feathers, and there are many gray magpies laughing and playing around the branches, which looks like a beautiful scenery.

The scenery here is beautiful, the towering trees are neatly arranged on the shore, the open lotus flowers in the pool show lovely smiling faces, and the reeds sway in the wind, which is a good place to make people feel relaxed and happy.

In recent years, my hometown people planted grain around the beach and transformed the bend of the pond into a fish pond to raise fish. A large area of reed land has disappeared, and the sight of reed flowers like the sea is rare. But the reeds in my hometown still bloom and fall every year, which affects my distant memory. How I want to go home and see the beautiful scenery of the water town next to the Grand Canal and luoma lake, once again approach the reeds in my hometown, smell the fragrance of the reeds in my hometown, listen to the chirping birds among the reeds, and enjoy the magnificent scenery of the vast and dense reeds blooming with the wind.

5. Take them to distant places ... With such a gentle stroke, the reed flowers began to tremble. Inadvertently, the flowers scattered, dancing their own melody under the fiery red background, and so they floated all over the floor. They fly like light snow in winter, but they are more elegant than snow. They are flying like mini umbrellas, but they are cuter than umbrellas. They fly like fallen leaves in autumn, but they are lighter than fallen leaves. Floating leisurely and freely, they will become companions and friends as the wind drifts into the stream. Floating into the sky will be the only white cloud. Floating back to the reeds will be decorated with white snow.

6. The poem "Fishing Songs" describing autumn (Li Xun)

Chu Shanqing, Xiang Shuilu and the spring breeze are not enough. Grass and sand, flower clusters,

The fishing boat is singing.

The letter was floating and sinking, out of control, and was fished back into the bay by the moon. Wine is full of respect, clouds are full of houses,

There is no human honor or disgrace.

Spend the autumn, it is a rainy night, and Orange Island is picturesque. In the blue smoke, under the bright moon,

Let's go back to the starting point of the ship.

Water is home, tents are houses, and fish soup and rice are commonplace. A glass full of wine and a shelf full of books,

Don't worry about fame and fortune.

Willow weeping silk, flowers full of trees, warblers singing at dusk in spring. Canoeing from a deep pool,

Sing home slowly.

Don't hang on the ribbon any more, but also act, the lonely village refers to the clouds. Xiachangting near Shen Du,

Startled up a row of sand herons.

Jiuyi Mountain, Sanxiangshui and Lu Hua are in the autumn wind. Water, in the mountains and the moon,

A game of crossing clouds on the moon.

Drums and harps, ants and boats. Everything has no end,

Don't talk about waking up drunk.

7. Spring, an ancient poem about autumn reeds, is an elf who opens dreams.

Gently, quietly

With the first rain.

Wandering in all directions

Bring a new concept of green.

An indispensable thing in life.

Summer is an angel who feels hope.

Beautiful and magical.

With the blooming of white flowers

Butterfly's stay

Sing briskly

Like a paradise on earth

Autumn is a magician who transforms the natural atmosphere.

Gorgeous and changeable personality

It is the most beautiful symbol of autumn.

Every fallen leaf

It is a miracle of nature.

hymn to life

Winter is a charming snow girl.

There is freshness in purity.

Snowflakes are falling.

It is the colorful silk that Snow Girl dances lightly.

This is a romantic fly.

8. What poems describe "autumn reed" describe "autumn reed"

1. "Chen Xiong, a gift to draw scenery"

Year: Song Author: Zeng Youguang

At present, the paintings are as dense as silkworms, just like Jun Chen's talent.

The more exquisite a teenager draws, the more vivid his chest will be.

Looking for directions from mountains and rivers, the cold forest is full of smoke.

If the waterfall flies, the firewood people will return to the top of the mountain in the evening.

There are a bunch of towers and terraces, and the pine wood degenerates into a golden red house.

Moss seals the stone path with green velvet, and the silent clock in the ancient temple is hidden deep.

When flowers fall and birds crow at four o'clock, Qingyang is a horse fan grass.

Peach blossoms on Sanchunxi, fishermen fish and deal in silk fibers.

In summer, the pond pavilion is summer, and the lotus falls to the shore.

In autumn, reeds rustle and egrets fly to the front beach.

Wild Mei Dong was on the way to fragrance, and suddenly he was startled by the clouds and cloth around him.

Expand an axis to point to the employment room, and you will know that wonderful paintings belong to the last.

Who clouds no longer see Ceng, Chen Jun complacent.

The stone stage is gone forever, and Chen is sincere and wonderful.

Describe talking about a song. Look at the sound.

2. Fang Zhai

Year: Song Author:

I was born in a big lake.

When I was looking for a painting, I was cut off from cigarettes and water, and I was covered with fragrant incense.

A stream is graceful and spicy, and reeds on both sides are bright in autumn frost.

Seagulls at the bow come and go every day, and the wind and moon greet each other on the stream.

A line of officials lost each other and slept in the spring pool.

It's really disgusting to have geese, and the surname at the end of the article is low.

Books and books are always vulgar, and when rivers and lakes arrive, it is difficult to forget each other.

Officer abundant number rafter, two lines like a boat.

I didn't know the dangers of storms and roads, but I caught the wind.

When life is short, it is always long.

Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and the two places are far apart.

Who can conjure bamboo leaves for me and return to Canglang in an instant?

The lake and the sea are angry only for peace. The place where they live is a grasshopper.

The cold night is full of bright moon windows, and the north wind is not busy.

The situation is not as calm as it is now, you can't regret it.

All corners of the country, sighing at the ocean.

Straight must be called generation, and there is no township * * * Pan.

3. "Quasi Taiwan Province"

Year: Song Author: Li Daohua

Visiting alone because of visiting ancient times, you can see everything in a glance.

The ancient spirits peak out of the threshold, and Xunxi holds the city.

Tingzhou sails are in chaos, and reeds are cold and wild.

You can see the monument of tears, and the sunset is Xiangzhou.

4. Go boating on a moonlit night

Year: Song Author:

Clear lake floating element practice, Lu Han autumn cream.

Looking around, there is no one, and the boat is bleak.

Water-streaked stars move, clouds sew moonlight.

It is not like a fisherman's pleasure, but a hometown of seagulls and herons.

5. In the mountains

Year: Song Author:

Wild birds crow, a pillow fence for several years.

I can't help it. Heaven has a life, and it will never return.

Blow the flute across the cow's back and ride a crane around the waist to get money.

Reed sounds like a stone bridge and autumn moon, and only when the rice is full can it become immortal.

6. Twenty-four Paintings

Year: Ming Author: Tang Yin

Reed rustling wild Zhu Qiu, full of wind and rain alone.

Don't think that the storm here is evil, and the storm is everywhere.

7. "Twenty miles south of the city, Zhouzhai"

Year: Song Author: Zhang Wei

The window is low and the reed is autumn, and there are rivers and lakes.

I have been tired for a long time, so I don't need to avoid swimming.