Poems about autumn scenery

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

A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, bringing poetry to the blue night. ##

Liu Yuxi, an autumn poet

The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow. ##

Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.

Chang Wang Anqiu Zhao Wei

Clouds and things are sad and clear, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn.

When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground.

Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries. ##

Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners.

Qiujiang TanYongzhi

Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy. ##

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

Beginning of autumn Liu Han

The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold.

There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon. ##

Cao Ye in early autumn.

The grass is thin and fluorescent, and the mountains are long and the maple trees are long. ##

Nancun calves crow at night, and there should be new frost on the fence.

Autumn serenade Wang Wei

At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes. ##

The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

Wang Wei, a mountain autumn borer.

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.

Xu Hun in early autumn.

The long night was filled with the silent voices of a couple and a couple; The wind blows like a west wind.

The dew condensed weeds left a few fireflies; On the morning of autumn, the geese flitted across the Milky Way and flew to the south. ##

Tall trees don't seem to have withered at dawn, and the distance between the sun and the distant mountains is quite clear.

"Huainanzi" has leaves and knows the sentence of Sui mother; I realized the poetry under the leaves of horaba.

Qiuquan Xue Tao

At the beginning of the color, there was smoke in the area and the sound was far away. ##

Lying on the pillow for a long time will keep the sad people awake at midnight.

Liu Yuxi, an autumn poet

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

A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, bringing poetry to the blue night. ##

Liu Yuxi, an autumn poet

The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow. ##

Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.

Chang Wang Anqiu Zhao Wei

Clouds and things are sad and clear, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn.

When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground.

Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries. ##

Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners.

Qiujiang TanYongzhi

Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy. ##

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

Beginning of autumn Liu Han

The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold.

There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon. ##

Cao Ye in early autumn.

The grass is thin and fluorescent, and the mountains are long and the maple trees are long. ##

Nancun calves crow at night, and there should be new frost on the fence.

Autumn serenade Wang Wei

At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes. ##

The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

Wang Wei, a mountain autumn borer.

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.

Xu Hun in early autumn.

The long night was filled with the silent voices of a couple and a couple; The wind blows like a west wind.

The dew condensed weeds left a few fireflies; On the morning of autumn, the geese flitted across the Milky Way and flew to the south. ##

Tall trees don't seem to have withered at dawn, and the distance between the sun and the distant mountains is quite clear.

"Huainanzi" has leaves and knows the sentence of Sui mother; I realized the poetry under the leaves of horaba.

Qiuquan Xue Tao

At the beginning of the color, there was smoke in the area and the sound was far away. ##

Holding your thoughts on the pillow for a long time will not keep sad people awake at midnight.

Liu Dabai, on the autumn night river

Birds return to their nests,

Embarrassed as it is,

And come back with the sunset.

Flap your wings,

Throw the sunset on the river;

White-headed reed,

And dressed up as a beautiful woman.

Autumn morning is at stake.

Goodbye, starry night,

I've suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,

You stepped on my back,

Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!

At this last moment, I opened my eyes.

Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.

Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,

Until you cry with joy!

Xu zhimo is on the bus in Shanghai and Hangzhou

Hurry! Come on, come on!

When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?

A water, a bridge, a car accident,

A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo, red leaves are:

Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,

As clear as a dream, vague, hidden,-

Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?

Urging old Qiu, urging old age!

Xu zhimo's whisper

First-class cold autumn pool autumn rain,

In the withered autumn willows,

On the cowardly autumn branches,

On a yellow autumn leaf,

Listen to him kiss and kiss,

Whispering about Sanqiu's affairs and love stories,

Finally, I brushed him gently in the autumn halo of autumn eyes and turned a whirlpool and a half.

Follow the autumn stream.

Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's feelings,

The plot of love poems also falls into the autumn halo of autumn eyes, dancing everywhere,

Follow the autumn stream.

Autumn Moon by Xu Zhimo

Autumn moon!

Who can afford a silver fingertip?

Romantic scratch and climb!

Don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, you can't help it.

The touch of the jade finger is crying there! That's it:

Boring clouds,

Beautiful autumn moon,

Smoke warms the heart and cold eyes,

Put on your light clothes coldly,

Involved

Get married.

Xu Zhimo's Autumn Moon

The same moonlight,

Tonight, because we are all looking up-

Look at it, full of charm,

Being a thug from a black man

Rising in the clouds—

It looks extraordinarily bright and round.

It spread on the road,

It floats on the water,

It is immersed in

Water plants knot like sadness.

Underwater;

It's on the ridge of the ancient city,

Thousands of city bricks are in its glory.

Breathe,

It stroked.

Grave ruins scattered inside and outside the city,

In the constant cry of resident birds,

Want to see old and new ghosts,

Stand together like us,

Eyes shining,

Chewing the biting shade:

Silver lingering poetry

Like the star phosphorus on the water,

Flying in the dew.

Listen to the songs of the four fields-

Eternal and humble harmony,

Sadness and joy,

Hatred and love,

Preserve heat energy in the dark,

In this secluded autumn night and autumn field

In the vast universe,

The greatness of "solution"

In all the tiny depths

launch

Baby's smile!

Qiu Meng Dai Wangshu

The shepherd's bell in the distance,

Shake off the light leaves.

Qiu Meng is light,

This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.

So my dream came quietly,

But it carries a heavy past.

Oh, now, I'm a little cold,

Some are cold, and some are melancholy.

Dai Wangshu with Frost Flower

September frost flowers,

Frost flowers in October,

The charming girl in the fog,

Drive to my temple.

Decorate with autumn leaves,

You decorated the monotonous death,

The charming girl in the fog,

Come and don't wear your plain flowers for me.

Do you still have tears of pearls?

The sun has not been rekindled.

I watched my temple fall apart,

So I welcome the autumn you decorated.

Du in autumn

Even the pigeon whistle makes a mature tone,

In the past, rainy and noisy summers.

Don't think about that severe and sultry exam any more.

Detail memory in dangerous swimming.

After breaking ground in the bud of spring,

Twisting and damage in bud growth,

These branches are also growing wildly in the hot sun.

I almost got lost on a rainy night.

Now, there is not a cloud in the plain sky.

The mountains and rivers are bright and clean, and the vision is exceptionally broad;

The season of wisdom and emotional maturity,

The river also seems to come from a deeper source.

Turbulence is fermented,

Brewing transparent wine in the valley;

What autumn is blowing? An intoxicating smell.

Autumn flowers and autumn leaves have been dyed deep.

Street trees also imply something red,

The wheels of the bicycle are shining with vitality;

The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude.

Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.

Li Ji of Jiangnan Grass

In the autumn when chrysanthemums are in full bloom,

It's my first time in Jiangnan.

Although I came and went in a hurry,

But you are a thousand times more beautiful than I thought.

Looking at your beautiful city,

The most beautiful picture has lost its color;

Strolling in the beautiful water town,

Even eternal songs are pale.

Your beauty makes me feel ashamed;

There are no words to describe you in the bag.

People say that "there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below",

Heaven is just a fantasy that people weave in your image.

I know you can't show your magic in autumn,

All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers.

But I'm going back,

I'm going back with this blade of grass.

I'm going to the desert with this blade of grass,

I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown.

I'm going to plant it in the Gobi desert,

I also want to say to my family:

"Water it with our sweat,

Let our big Gobi become like Jiangnan! "

Qiu Ge-one of Guo Xiaochuan.

Autumn is coming, and geese are crowing;

The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming!

When the ears of grain are ripe, the cicadas disappear;

Life on earth is sweeter and better!

Coastal pine, wind and waves;

Osmanthus fragrans in the south of the Yangtze River is full of fragrance.

Good horses on the grassland have gained weight;

Castle peak in the northeast, wearing a snow hat.

Ah, autumn, autumn water, autumn moon,

Our efforts have never printed anything!

Ah, autumn flowers, autumn fruits, autumn red leaves,

What didn't soak our sweat!

The mountains of history are stacked on top of each other!

We climbed hundreds of steps ten feet high.

The journey of fighting is endless!

We broke through a thousand hectares of barren sand and snow in Wan Li.

Looking back, I saw that the foundation was solid, the ditch was deep, and the west wind was strong.

Excuse me: who doesn't touch the long counselor with their hands?

Wildfire in the wind will never go out!

There are many dangers, and there are also many brave people.

A fishing boat braving the wind and waves is as light as a butterfly!

How difficult it is, how bold it is.

I used to spend a long night with the brigade.

At the moment, I am singing "Xiongguan Road as Iron".

My comrades and I visited Huang Yangjie.

At that time, the white army died somewhere in the wilderness!

Only the flow of the river is long,

I saw the red flag of fighting, and it will never come!

Only the pride of the warriors is growing day by day,

I have seen the harvest season year after year.

Oh, autumn is coming, and geese are crowing;

The sun under clear skies is redder and more charming! ……

Oh, the ears of grain are ripe, and the cicadas are gone.

Life on earth is sweeter and better! ……

Qiu Ge-Warmth is elegant.

The fallen leaves finished their last trembling.

The flowers disappeared into the blue eyes of the lake.

The anvil in July is still far away.

warm

There are no wild geese in Liao Qiongqiu's sky.

Write down their beautiful sonnets.

warm

Horseshoe leaves and flowers.

On the hill road in the south.

The singer left a broken rhyme.

In the dim temples in the north

Autumn, autumn left nothing.

Leaving only a warmth.

Leaving only a warmth.

Everything was left behind.