The ancient poem about' Maple Leaf' should be complete.

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Looking at the oriental maple trees in the mountains, I had a trip to Chengdu.

At the west corner of the Wumen Gate, under the Red Chamber, there is a Feng Dan tree.

Looking back on the past, I swam like a dream, and the west wind blew tears and dried up.

Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan

Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.

A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.

Jiangling is anxious to send his son there.

There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.

Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.

Looking at Bai's Nostalgia from Niu Shan Sleeping at Night.

On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.

I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.

I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.

Yushanling Zuo Huang Fu Zeng

Riding a horse leisurely, the journey link.

Deep cloud sinus is in the late green and clear in the cold platform.

Autumn flowers are like snow, and maple leaves can't help frost.

Worried that I can't see the distant future, the sunset falls in the empty suburbs.

Shu Guo Xi An Li He

Liquidambar formosana flowers are quiet in the evening, and Jinshan is beautiful.

The stone falls and the ape mourns, and the bamboo cloud is half a ridge.

The cool moon gives birth to Qiupu, and the jade and sand sparkle.

Who is a tearful guest? He can't hold back the meandering pond.

On Miao and Dai Calligraphy in San Lv

Yuan Xiang is inexhaustible, and Qu Song complains.

In late autumn, the smoke rises and the maple trees whisper.