Classic sayings about maple leaves

The classic saying about maple leaves is 1. The old man put the shoulder pole in the barn stone, and the water fell on the shore with several feet of sand marks. Before autumn falls in the south of the Yangtze River, mistletoe leaves maple leaves red. ? -Lu you

2, the word magnolia is sad to leave. If there is love in the sky, it will be old. How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves. The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn. Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams. ? —— Ouyang Xiu

3. Take a boat trip from Sangpengji to Jiangnan and travel alone. Wan Li cigarettes. Looking back on the Central Plains, tears filled the towel. From Bishan Cold to Tingzhou Late Period, the maple leaves are reed roots. The sunset is flat. I'm worried about leaving my hometown to go to the people. ? Zhu Dunru

4, Nian Nujiao hangs the rainbow pavilion and walks in a boat, and the Wujiang River is exposed and evenly divided. The sails shake the rainbow and the waves are cold, and the rustling maple leaves fall first. Wanqing glass, a golden mirror, and I became three guests. The blue sky is vast, and the silver-rising people compete for white. In the middle of the night, the ichthyosaur is quiet, the spirit flag closes at dusk, and the sky sees the light. Che Ying Gan Kun, all released, stacked jade ice palace que. Wash away all worldly feelings, forget the world, and all dreams are over. A sea of clouds in my chest, still immersed in the bright moon. Zhu Dunru

5. Frost maple leaves shine on the red stream, and the wind blows west Western jackdaw for half a day. Fish and water are exhausted, and wheat ridges and mud cows are exhausted. Jade grains are just left in the rent, and the basket of yellow chickens is also borrowed. When you come back, you are often unfamiliar with chaff, and it will be hard all year round! Although you can't forget it, you do your work for agriculture. Hundred money cloth can survive the winter, I hope there will be no thieves in time. ? -Lu you

6, depending on the mountain, make waves and see the two red cities in the world. It is better to be idle than to laugh at your official duties every year. The grass in the sand is still green, and the maple leaves are covered with frost. Going home is still comparable to the younger generation, suite 36. ? -Lu you

7. In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. ? -Bai Juyi

8. Fang Qing and Tie Lian are drunk. It is Chu Tianqiu's temple and Xiang 'an Yunshou. Grass green, blue and red, light and small tingzhou. In "Lotus Fragrance", Mandarin ducks hate Lingge and wake up sleeping gulls. Looking at Yun Fan, there is a lonely light with a soft voice. I'm worried that I won't see the green willows on the edge of the river. Once I danced to send them to time, with brocade cables and dragon boats. Hug the country, waist and white teeth, smile and lean on the floor. It's a shame to make the five lakes jathyapple empty, and it's thirty-six palaces in autumn. It's Lang Yin, and I don't feel like I'm going back, spraying maple leaves for two hours. -Wang

9. Yuanhe ten years, moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns from Mu and Cao. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of the long sentences, I gave them songs, all of which were 6 16 words. Life is called pipa xing. In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. ? I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home, and the guests were leaving. We followed the melody and asked the player's name? The voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. ? We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. ? -Bai Juyi