Autumn scenery's poems

The ancient poems describing autumn scenery are as follows:

1, autumn wind introduction

Liu Yuxi

Where is the autumn wind? Mix Tu Yan Qun;

When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.

This is a poem "Guest House Hurts Autumn". Where does the autumn wind blow? In that rustling sound, it was sent into a large group of red rocks. In the morning, the wind blew into the trees in front of the hospital, and others would not think that I was the only guest star alone, but I heard the wind first.

2. Autumn

Gengkun

Come back to the alley. Who's talking?

There are few pedestrians in the ancient road, and the autumn wind moves the millet.

This is a poem written by a lonely mountain man. In the autumn evening, the alley is sunny. I have sad thoughts, but who should I tell? Besides, there are few pedestrians on this ancient road, only autumn winds blow the corn in that field!

3. "Surprising Autumn on Powder"

Su Xiang

The north wind blows the north clouds, and Wan Li crosses the river;

When the mood falls, the autumn sound can't be heard.

The north wind is blowing white clouds in the sky, so the messenger is far away. About one Wan Li crossed the Fenhe River first. But my mood is very bad. When the leaves roll down, the autumn sound along the way is really unbearable!

4. Late Autumn Changsha Cai Wushiyu Drinking Banquet

Du Fu

Jiashi knows each other, and looks forward to it.

Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails.

At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.

It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time.

At dusk, the clouds fly, the birds are high, the heart is sad, and the green trees are withered. This is a bleak scene in late autumn.

5. Early Autumn

Song Wenzhi

Guilin has different scenery, and autumn is like Luoyangchun.

I was fine at night, obviously worried about killing people.

Juanyun mountain corner, gravel water phosphorus.

The world is yellow and old, and the wonderful years are lonely and secluded.

What is precious to me when I am lying in the sea?