A classic poem praising red leaves

far away, the stone path in the cold mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke and the old tree Western jackdaw, a little flying under the shadow. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Red leaves and yellow flowers are late in autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. When the flying clouds are over, there is no letter to return to Hong, where can I send books?

tears are endless. Spin and grind ink on inkstone. Gradually write don't come, deep in this feeling, the red note is colorless.

the red maple shines like fire in the mountains, and the cold autumn wind hits the trees. Don't leave the leaves when they are suitable, and the mountains will be covered with maple red in the coming year.

The red leaves in Ma Si are rustling late, and the Yangtze River in Rizhao is falling in autumn. I don't hesitate to know my merits, but I'm worried about a word.

Xiao Xiao's red leaves flew forward, and sent Wang Sun Zhou Jin home. However, you should be disappointed when you go to the old tour, so the stream and autumn moss are full of fish.

after the blue sky falls and the moon rises, the rustling red-leafed geese come at the beginning. An old friend brought wine for good, and sent me to forget my old home.

look at the bow of Shu brocade. Sha Ting red leaves dance in the setting sun. Take the stick and wake up sleeping mandarin duck. Wood falls on mountains and carves jade, frost and Leng Yue soaks into Chengjiang River. Shupeng dreams of xiaoxiang tonight.

red leaves are fluttering down the twilight, past this arbour where I take my wine. Several remnant clouds gathered in the towering Huashan mountain; The sparse autumn rain falls on the ZHONGTIAO mountains mountains. Remote viewing of the tree color with the extension of the Tongguan mountain; The yellow river surges into the sea. Tomorrow will be able to reach the bustling capital Chang' an; I am still at ease with the dream of fisherman and woodman!