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Poems and ancient poems about Hongfeng

In this sultry autumn, yesterday seemed to be midsummer, but today it is full of maple red.

Compared with the red leaves in the south, the maple trees in the north seem a little shy. They first turn red in a handful, and then slowly spread around.

When you find it, it seems that it will be full of colorful trees overnight.

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

-Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"

Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was lonely and unbearable, covering up her drunkenness.

-Yang Wanli's Autumn Mountain

Autumn is coming quietly in the cycle of four seasons with light steps. A fallen leaf has rendered autumn colors, and a season of falling flowers has changed the years.

When Feng was drunk, she loved and hated.

-Li Shangyin "Untitled"

The red leaves in Ma Si are rustling late, and the Yangtze River falls in autumn in Rizhao.

-Zhao Wei's "Li Servant Shoots Huainan"

Cold autumn, cold morning, cold frost, cold leaves; Warm feelings, warm feelings, warm people and warm years. Because I know everything is beautiful; Because of existence, warmth follows.

Dongting is far and near, and maple leaves are in early autumn.

-Meng Haoran's "Send Wang Changling to Lingnan"

Liquidambar formosana is late in Hua Jing, and the scenery is beautiful.

-Li He's "Shu Guo Xian"

Gently knock on the window of the soul and listen to the red leaves dancing in the wind. Maple leaf is the warmest autumn dress of Mother Earth.

Autumn wind rises at dusk, and maple trees whisper.

-Dai Shulun's "Crossing San Lv Temple"

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

-Nostalgia in Li Bai's "Sleeping at night under the Niuzhu Mountain"

The wind leaves fall, the autumn rain is long, the swallows fly, and the rain is oblique. This is really Qiu Lai. Who cares if he is green, fat, red and thin?

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

-Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.

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

-Yu "Jiangling Sorrow Hope to Send Children Peace"

On a crisp autumn day, it is a pleasure to climb to the top of the mountain and see the forest.

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

-Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

Today in Huaqing, Mo Wen, the doors of the palace are locked with red leaves all over the mountain.

-Bai Juyi's "Disciples in the Pear Garden"

If you haven't seen red leaves, you haven't seen autumn. Only by watching red leaves fall slowly can you know what "frost leaves are redder than February flowers".

Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.

-Du Fu's "Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity"

Swan has soared away from the sun and the moon, maple leaves have turned red, and autumn has declined.

-Du Fu's "A Letter to Yu Shihan"

Maple leaves are red, one piece at a time, and the charming autumn tells a beautiful encounter.

Maple leaves fall, flowers dry up,

Drunk fishing boats don't feel cold.

-Zhang's fishing song

One mountain, two mountains.

The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

-Li Yu's Sauvignon Blanc

A red maple carries the yearning and sails with the wind. The gloomy color is a feeling that will never fade in the context.

Wan Li frost, fallen petal tree, Leng Yan does not attract the admiration of spring.

The Wujiang River is cold, and lonely people sing sad sentences.

-Zhang Yan's Luo Luoxiang Ye Hong

Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng.

-Nalan Xingde's "Flowers are Out of the Plug"

Love is red, dancing at the fingertips, as hot as fire, and now it extends in the eyes and sinks in love.

A lonely eyebrow, eyes full of affection, a look of acacia, happy for the reunion of heart and heart, the dream of loving the evening pavilion dyed the city of missing red.

I hope I can become a red maple and a butterfly, at the ferry in autumn. ...