Don, Yu. 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. 2. Night berth near Fengqiao.
Don, people. Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. 3. hiking.
Don, Du Mu. 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. 4. Listen to the flowing tones.
Tang, Wang Changling. Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided.
The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep. 5, youth travel Lin Feng red through the evening smoke green.
Song Dynasty, Jie Jiang. The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls.
In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo. The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come.
I only wrote my life as a song. 6, partridge day, maple leaves fall into the river, water falls into autumn.
Song Dynasty, Su Dong. Maple falls into the river, water falls into the wild, and autumn falls.
The faint smoke and rotten grass are connected with the hills in the suburbs. Drunk sleep in Xiaowu Huangmaodian, dreaming of leaning on Hongye Building in Gaocheng.
It's a long day and a long road. Fan Song, Tang Zheng, waits for leisure.
Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Pu Yuan Furong Ye is sad.
2. What poems describe maple leaves? Li Bai thought about sleeping at night at the foot of Niuzhu Mountain, and there was no cloud in the blue sky in Hexi tonight. 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. On Dumu Mountain
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.
"a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Jishuang night, Jiang Feng fishing fire sleep.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. "San Lv Temple" Dai Shulun's fragrance is endless. Why does Qu Song complain? In late autumn, the smoke rises, and Li Shangyin, Untitled in Xiao Xiaofeng Forest, is alone in the cold night, and the wind and rain are hard to rest.
When Feng was drunk, she loved and hated. Yu, Jiangling's sorrow and hope for his peace.
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.
Lu Xun's Fusang is just right for Qiu Guang, and the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan. However, I turned to Yang to send my guests back, and my heart recalled the scene of spending the New Year together.
"Looking at the Maple Trees in Shandong from Chengdu" in the Upper Reaches of the Land
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.
Maple on the River
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.
Huangfuzeng —— A masterpiece of the study of Yushanling
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.
Li He of Shu
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. & lt/SPAN>。
3. What are the poems about maple leaves?
1, Jiangling is worried about sending her son to a safe place.
Don, Yu.
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.
2. Night berth near Fengqiao.
Don, people.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
3. hiking.
Don, Du Mu.
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.
4. Listen to the flowing tones.
Tang, Wang Changling.
Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided.
The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep.
5, youth travel Lin Feng red through the evening smoke green.
Song Dynasty, Jie Jiang.
The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.
The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.
6, partridge day, maple leaves fall into the river, water falls into autumn.
Song Dynasty, Su Dong.
Maple falls into the river, water falls into the wild, and autumn falls. The faint smoke and rotten grass are connected with the hills in the suburbs.
Drunk sleep in Xiaowu Huangmaodian, dreaming of leaning on Hongye Building in Gaocheng.
It's a long day and a long road. Fan Song, Tang Zheng, waits for leisure.
Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Pu Yuan Furong Ye is sad.
4. What are the poems praising the maple leaf? 1. "Red Leaf Topic" Tang Dynasty: Xuanzong Imperial Palace was in a hurry, and the deep palace was full of leisure.
I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house. Why is the water running so fast, but the deep palace is idle all day?
I politely bid farewell to this red leaf and left here for a free family. 2, "Philip Burkart people autumn leaves and yellow flowers" Song: Yan autumn leaves and yellow flowers are late, and thousands of miles miss guests.
Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books? Tears kept flowing.
Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
The leaves in the forest have turned red, and yellow chrysanthemums are blooming everywhere. It is already late autumn, and I can't help thinking of wanderers thousands of miles away. The clouds on the horizon kept drifting away, and Guiyan didn't send him any news. I don't know where the wanderer is, where can I deliver books? The more disappointed I am, the more I miss it. I was so sad that I cried at the window. I can't stop crying. I will use it to grind ink and write letters.
Bit by bit, until after parting, feelings deepened and tears were even more unbearable. They dripped on the letterhead and even faded the color of the red letterhead. 3, "In the Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei Jingxi emerged from the white stone, and the red leaves were sparse.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. The flow of Jingxi River is getting less and less every day, white stones are exposed on the riverbed, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the red leaves on the branches are getting rarer and rarer.
It didn't rain on the winding mountain road, but the dense pine and cypress were foggy and wet, and it seemed to drip down, which wet the clothes of pedestrians. 4, "Mountain Walking" Tang Dynasty: Du Mu went to Hanshan Mountain with a sloping stone path, and there were people in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. The stone path is crooked and oblique from the top of the mountain, and there are several families where the white clouds grow.
I stopped the carriage only because I like the night view of Fenglin. Frosted maple leaves are better than bright February flowers. 5, "Youth Tour Lin Fenghong through the Late Smoke Blue" Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang Lin Fenghong through the Late Smoke Blue, full of gulls.
In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo. The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come.
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I love bamboo, and I have been wandering for 20 years, borrowing the name of bamboo. The spring breeze has not yet blown out, the autumn wind has arrived, I am old, and I despise all dust.
I just made my life experience into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.
5. Maple Leaf, an ancient poem about maple leaf, is a beautiful symbol. I hope there are ancient poems to prove playing the pipa. Bai Juyi, I'm seeing a guest off. At night 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, we drink all of them, and we are leaving each other. When the river mysteriously widens towards the full moon, we hear a sudden. Who is the bomber? The voice was interrupted ... then she reluctantly replied, we moved our 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 for a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, still hiding half of her face behind her guitar ... She turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and we could feel her feelings, even when she played. They have been playing with their eyes down, saying infinite things in their hearts. They are the top six in fashion. The big strings are noisy like rain, and the small strings are whispering. It's like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade. The bottom of the flower is slippery, but it is difficult to flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the condensate is endless. Falling into deep sadness and hidden lament, silence speaks louder than sound. A silver vase suddenly broke the gushing water and jumped out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down her pick, her blow ended, and all four strings made a sound, such as tearing silk. Dongzhou Xifang was silent, and we saw the white autumn moon enter the heart of the river. Put it on the strings thoughtfully and straighten the clothes to make them astringent. She said she was a woman in Beijing. Qu Ba lived at the foot of her parents' Toad Mountain, and learned to play guitar at the age of thirteen. Her name ranked first in the list of musicians. She often taught outstanding talents. Her beauty was the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic young people in Wuling compete profligately? Countless red silk rolls were given to a song, the camel's head was broken, and the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine. Season after season, joy followed joy, and autumn moon and spring breeze were idle. My brother joined the army and my aunt died, so I came over. There was a lot of traffic in front of the door, and the boss married the businessman's wife. Businessmen value profit more than parting. A month ago, I went to Fuliang to buy tea. She was guarding an empty boat at the mouth of the river. Except for the bright moon and cold water, she had no companions. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreamed of her victory and was awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I am even sadder and we are all unhappy. At the end of the day, why should we know each other when we meet? Resigned from the Imperial City last year, lived in Xunyang City, and fell ill. Xunyang is quiet and unhappy, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all the year round. I live in a place with low humidity by the river, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos live around the house. What did I hear during this time? The cuckoo cries blood, the ape whimpers. In the flowery spring morning and the moonlit autumn night, I often pick up the wine and drink it alone. Of course, there are folk songs and country bagpipes, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I hear you play the guitar, I feel that my hearing seems to be illuminated by fairy-tale music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translated the pipa for you. I feel like I've been saying this for a long time, but I'm sitting in a hurry. Sorrow is not like moving forward, everyone is crying. Who cried the most in the seat? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. Du Mu is far away from Hanshan Mountain, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
6. Poems of Red Leaves I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour.
Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.
Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".
There are thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shaded rivers and bridges, and the sails are late —— In Jiangling, I am anxious to send my son back to peace.
I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.
Travel in the mountains
Don: Du Mu
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
There are people in the depths of white clouds.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Five songs about feeling maple trees
Author: Li Henian Author: Tang
The autumn waters in Shi Gen are bright, and the grass is thin on the rocky shore.
Invasion of wild bamboo incense, stinging and hanging wild thick.
When Cen Zhongyue returns, the toad hangs in the air.
Gui Lu made fun of Xian E and the clouds under the starry sky.
The bleak gardenia falls, and the mountain cries.
And Zhang Zhongwei, the book case will be rotten.
Fragrant Hill
Rain hits the pine trees,
Frost dyed the maple leaves red.
The wind blows white clouds,
Wan Li sends tenderness.
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.
-Du Mu
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.
Bai Juyi stayed overnight in autumn rain.
The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
Xing Shan Dumu
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Send Zhou Zi to Lodi to meet Cen Can in Jingnan.
Orange blossoms in Shandian and new maple leaves in Jiangcheng.
On the moonlit night in Jianglou, I heard Liu Cang's flute.
Think of the bright moon, the waves are white, and the sound enters the autumn maple leaves in Yun Lan.
Yushanling Zuo Huang Fu Zeng
Autumn flowers are like snow, and maple leaves can't help frost.
Guo Man Dong Song Wenzhi
The forest is covered with maple leaves and the garden is covered with orange blossoms.
Wang Changling who sent Meng Haoran to Lingnan.
Dongting is far and near, and maple leaves are in early autumn.
Jiang Shang feng cheng Xiong Yan
Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun.
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.
Land tour in early winter
The better the maple leaf, the more fragrant the plum blossom.
A land tour in late autumn
Maple leaves want to suffer first, chrysanthemums don't support it.
Wen Zhiming Shanshui Gan Long
Go to the summer pine to shade the old and order the new autumn maple leaves.
Send Masuda back to Lu Xun.
Fusang is just like the maple leaves are tender and cold as Dan.
In autumn in Jiangnan, chestnuts are as ripe as fists. Maple leaves are red, rosy, light reeds and white waves are flowing.
Fengxiang was in Hua Jing late, and Jinshan was in the shadow.
The red Ye Feng forest is full of tongues, and the yellow mud is wild and dances with chickens.
Frost-dyed crow maple is drunk in the sun, and cold rushes to Jinghe River with ice flow.
Wild geese fly high, the sun and the moon are white, and the green maple turns red in the frosty sky.