The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing;
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If I had known it was so frustrating, why didn't I know each other?
Du Fu: Mountain climbing.
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
Bad luck has formed a bitter frost on my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick dust in my wine.
Wandering in the ancient mine
So, thinking about tired horses, thinking about birds in the nest. Clouds cover my hometown and wanderers sing.
A wanderer is sad for a long time, but a cloud is Yu Dongcen. There are no acacia trees in the guest room, and the leaves are like Qiu Lin.
Ancient Shen Song dog ware
The fallen leaves flow to the jade platform, and the bridal chamber opens in the cold night and autumn. Under the golden wave outside the water curtain, the Milky Way belongs to the mica window. The jade steps are covered with clouds and moss, and the king is hard to get again. The gentle and graceful autumn night is long, and the embroidery worker lingers in the autumn moon. Yanji painted hibiscus, and Qin Zi Jinlulan musk. In the middle of the night, Beidou sang a song that broke his heart.
Nine days fu returned to Yangzhou for planning Jiang to make Chang 'an return.
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Ben went to Zheng Hong, but he came with fallen leaves. Chrysanthemums should not be full, please wait for the poet to bloom.
"Fallen Leaves" Kong Shaoan
Leaves fall in early autumn, such as guests. If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.
2. Autumn Poems on Rain 1. Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad, and sitting alone on a cold night is like smashing. -Tao Lian's Autumn Night
I am deeply in love with the mountains shining in the west. -Nalan Xingde's "The Recent Flowers"
The wet green strip is broken, and there are many yellow leaves floating coldly. I don't know the meaning of autumn rain, but how to send it? -Bai Juyi's "weeping willows in the rain"
There are seven or eight stars in the horizon, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"
Analysis: Although most of the above poems do not directly describe the fallen flowers, we can naturally think of the scene of "falling flowers and flowing water" by "autumn rain".
Analysis: The ancients were generally lonely when their official career was frustrated and their country was ruined. Therefore, the poems written by autumn scenery generally have a sad atmosphere, so naturally there is the image of falling flowers in autumn rain. The reason why these two images are very common in autumn scenery's poems is that the poet wants to express his inner sadness and helplessness through the falling rain, so he can find the "falling rain poem" in autumn scenery's poems described by such poets.
5. The Sound Slow by Li Qingzhao is very famous.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
How can you beat him with three glasses of light wine? It's too late in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard, who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can you be alone?
The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
3. The poem about the rain at night is 1. You have not yet returned, and the autumn rain starts late.
Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a letter to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
Original poem
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
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You asked me the date of coming home, but it was difficult to decide the date of coming back. It's raining heavily in Bashan tonight, and it's raining in the autumn pool. When can we have a long talk by candlelight and tell each other our thoughts in the rainy night tonight?
2, the rain at night makes autumn, just in my heart.
From the Qing Dynasty poet Nalan Xingde's "Langtaosha Rains at Night for Autumn"
Original poem
Langtaosha night rain makes autumn.
Rainy nights make autumn, right in my heart. Teach him to cherish romantic life. Who is sick to the end, who is more shameful.
A secret wish is hard to come true if it is not stopped. The bead curtain rolls around the moon like a building. Recalling happy times is really like dreaming, and dreams must stay.
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The patter of rain at night, ticking out a cold autumn day, just shed deep thoughts in my heart. You must cherish yourself and protect your elegant charm. Who the hell are you sick of? Who are you so shy about? The cherished mind never stops, and the desire in the heart is difficult to realize. I rolled up the bead curtain around and let the moonlight fill the small building. Memories of the days together are really like a beautiful dream. Even if it is a dream, I will try to keep it.
3, the sound of rain is known through the window, and the banana has a sound first.
Rain at Night by Bai Juyi, a poet in Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
It rains at night
Crying early, I rested again, and the residual light went out again.
Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.
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Cricket, who came out early, let out a cry and stopped. The dim light went out and turned on again. Through the window, I knew it was raining at night, because there was the sound of rain hitting the banana leaves outside the window.
4. The iron horse is cold, but the boat is anxious at night.
From the Song Dynasty poet Liu Kezhuang's "Man Jiang Hong, Night Rain and Cold Move to Join the Army".
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The river is red, the night rain is cold, and I suddenly have the idea of joining the army.
Carve a dagger on the shining armor and remember the day when Yuanmen was just established. Grinding the shield nose and waving a thousand pieces of paper, the dragon and snake are still wet. Iron horses hiss and camp in the cold, and build ships to cross the wind and waves at night. Who's pathetic? The ape's arm is so general that it's useless.
Ping Rongze, join the army. Scattered, not carefully cleaned. Pass on the tea classics and review them irregularly. I'm afraid the guests will say elm jam and teach my children to recite the Collection of Flowers. I'm not as strong as a man, so why not?
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I think, at the beginning, in Shuaifu, I was wearing golden armor and holding a carving; In the army, I wrote thousands of papers with a pen and ink, but I haven't done it yet. At dawn, the cold invaded people, and the horses in armor screamed and went to the battlefield; In the dark, the wind roared and the raging waves surged, and tall warships scrambled to cross the river.
When Li Guang made many achievements, it finally fell into the hands of Shu Ren. Who sympathizes with this injustice? Those poems that record the life of the army are going to be lost, and they are too lazy to tidy up. I can only kill time by burning incense and cooking tea. Now, I'm afraid people will talk about frontier fortress. Let's teach children to read Flower Collection for the time being. I just sigh that I am not as good as a mature person, not to mention now!
5. Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Give Eight Guards to Chu Shi"
Original poem
Give Chu Shi eight guards.
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago are now gray at the temples.
It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again.
You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip.
The children began to drink before the question and answer was over.
Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.
My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. .
The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
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Life can't always be separated, just like the stars in the west and the stars in the east.
What day is it tonight, and I am so lucky to tell you the truth?
How many youthful and energetic years can there be? In a blink of an eye, you and I have cleared the air.
Most of my former friends have passed away, so I have to sigh repeatedly.
I didn't expect to have a chance to visit again after twenty years' absence.
You didn't get married and start a family when you broke up, and suddenly the children in your have become a mess.
They greeted their father's best friend with a polite smile and enthusiastically asked me where I came from.
Before you could tell all the past, you urged your children to set the table and drinks quickly.
In the rain at night, I cut fresh leeks and served me freshly cooked yellow rice to taste.
You said it was rare to meet, and you drank a dozen cups in a row.
It's rare for me to get drunk after drinking more than a dozen glasses of wine. Thank you for your kindness to your old friend.
Leave tomorrow, and Qian Shan will be separated by thousands of waters. The wide world is really sad.
4. What are the poems about "Night, Rain, Good Night"? 1. Autumn Night Park.
Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe
Looking pale, Xiao Sao rises at dusk. The distant mountains cross the sunset, and the birds return to the plain.
Home is to say goodbye to autumn, and today the moon is full. Fishermen are like companions. They know the edge of reeds.
2. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
3. "The waves of sand make the rain gurgle outside the curtain."
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
4. Country night
Song Dynasty: Lei Zhen
In a pond full of grass, the water is full of water, and the mountains cover the waves.
Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.
5. Watch Jinling at night
Tang Dynasty: Gaochan
I used to accompany the clouds to dusk, and I still accompany the sunset to the autumn sound.
There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted.
5. Midnight Poetry (1) stays at the foot of Zen Master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding (Meng Haoran) to set the sun, and the valley is hazy.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the 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. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.
The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.
Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.
Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.
The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.
Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.
The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.
More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the ice and snow turn the cold hovering nights white.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.
People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.
The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.
That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.
Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.
My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Qu Xia (Lulun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses and carrying heavy snow, chasing them on our bows and swords. Sai Qu Xia (played by Lu Lun) is frightened by the dark grass, and the general draws his bow at night. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
The dangerous building of the overnight mountain temple (Li Bai) is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your bare hands. Dare not speak loudly, for fear of scaring people.
6. What are the ancient poems about listening to the rain at night? 1, Listening to Rain (Poem by Si Kongtu), Wang Jian in Tang Dynasty.
Homesick in the middle of the night, worried, the rain fell on the eaves.
According to Mud Star, it was dark before, and Tinghua didn't want to rest.
2. Xijiangyue (Spring Festival Evening) Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty
I am lazy to study, just because I have been ill for a long time.
Listen to the wind and rain, sleep in the small window. Spring is already over half.
The past is like finding a bird, and sorrow is hard to solve.
The warbler refused to enter the West Garden. Wake up the flying swallow.
3. Mei Cun Wu Yewei in Qing Dynasty
Hedgehog huts are covered with moss, and bamboo flowers are planted by hand.
Greed is not good, and I am used to loving books and answering them late.
Listen to the rain and preach poetry in the idle window, and watch the clouds whistling on the platform alone.
Mulberry wine is fragrant and delicious, and the fish and fertilizer are tilted in the thatched cottage.
4. Huanxisha Bu Zhi in Song Dynasty
The autumn wind roared on the river, and the sound of the river kept screaming.
Don't sell it to the king. Stay up all night.
Listening to the rain rustling, there are bananas outside the blue screen window.
5, "Su in the Rain" Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Summer clothes are fragrant and moist, and autumn clothes are bright.
Inclined flower stone pillow, lying on the rosary.
Muddy is not a day to swim, gloomy is a good day to sleep.
Can you come and live with me? Listen to the rain and sleep in bed.
7. What ancient poems can't sleep in the middle of the night on rainy days? 1, don.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
2, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
3. "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Don Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
4. Spring Rain Tour in Lin 'an, Song Lu.
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
5. Song Luyou, 1 1 the storm on April 4th.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.