Looking closely, a maple leaf consists of seven small leaves. Its edge is a little rough, and the red stem is as slender as an open palm. Another feature of maple leaf is its ever-changing color. Maple leaves are green in spring.
But in autumn, it gradually turned red, fiery red, like a magician, very beautiful.
When the leaves gradually became sparse, Lin Qiu showed its elegance, that kind of free and easy without any modification, detached from the worldly prosperity.
[Classic Sentence]
Those who catch the maple leaves before they fall will be lucky. Those who can witness the falling of hundreds of maple leaves can make a wish in their hearts and realize it quietly one day in the future. If you can see the maple leaf falling with the person you love, you can't.
Separate.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
A ray of sunshine is like water, and maple trees are beside the clear path. Who weaved this veil with the red clouds in the early morning of the military camp and the white clouds in the early morning of late autumn?
Maple leaves, blue sky and lingering drizzle, the throb in my heart, the experience printed on the leaves, winding into poetry, the mood of recovery in the morning relaxed, stroking the mottled face on the rattan chair. Look at the kitten that is still sleeping.
Your posture is killing time. In your heart, and in mine, a sparrow is singing on the windowsill. You once told me that the distance is not the farthest. I've been thinking, is it near or far to cross over? Like leaves falling from the branches in late autumn, is it a moment or a lifetime?
2. a classic sentence about leaves, you can travel around the mountains if you are not famous. Du Mu is far from Hanshan, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. In the mountains, Wang Lidong's maple tree is under the Red Mansion at the west corner of Wuyoumen in Chengdu. Look at a maple tree at once.
Looking back on the past, I swam like a dream, and the west wind blew tears and dried up. The long cakes and short whiskers in the river wind make up the palace flowers. Jiang Fengzi was depressed and did not compete with Song Junyi.
A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors. Jiangling sent thousands of maple leaves to the river, and the river bridge was hidden by sunset sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. On the night of "Night Sleeping Cow White", there was no cloud in the blue sky by the Xijiang River.
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 Yushanling, Huangfu used to ride a horse for a long time, and the road was connected with the hills.
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 Hefeng, the string of Shu, is quiet in the evening and beautiful in Jinshan.
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. San Lv Temple Dai Shulun's Yuan Xiang keeps flowing. Why do you complain about the song?
In late autumn, the smoke rises and the maple trees whisper. The book of songs is full of leaves, collected in constant, and a gentleman has wine to taste.
There is a rabbit head, a gun to burn, and a gentleman has wine, which can be offered as appropriate. There is a rabbit head, which is burnt, and a gentleman has wine.
There is a rabbit head, a coke gun, and a gentleman has wine, and his words will be rewarded. The Book of Songs has bitter leaves and bitter leaves, and is well versed in economy.
Put down the skirt slowly, and lift it quickly. The economic benefits are rich, and pheasants sing.
The pheasant's water is not diving, and the pheasant hears it. The geese are singing, and the sunrise has begun.
If a man wants to marry a wife, he will get married before freezing. Recruit boats, people get involved in Ang.
You must be my friend whether anyone participates in Ang or not. In early autumn, a leaf was blown in the guest house, and everything was already in autumn.
Crying alone in a foreign land, worrying about guests every year. Don't leave where? When will it stop? It is better to flow and be free.
The fallen leaves Kong Shaoan was surprised to see the fallen leaves in early autumn, falling like guests. If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.
And du ti red leaves Bai Juyi Hanshan October Dan, frost leaves are new for a while. It seems that the fire can't burn out, and flowers don't wait for spring.
Even rows of crimson accounts, throwing red scarves around. There are only two people before the wind.
When a leaf falls, it is easy to get bored, but the depression of summer has not subsided, and the cool diving has begun. Cold and warm and ups and downs are the same.
Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed. Don't say anything, shake it down, shake it down from here.
In "Drunk", Hongye Bai Juyi is in the breeze, and Qiu Shu is a long-time drinker. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring.
Sophora japonica leaves are cold soaked from Du Fu's tall and green Sophora japonica leaves, which are collected and sent to China kitchen. The new noodles are close to the market, and the juice is mixed with me.
If it is overcooked, there will be no trouble with adding vegetables. Everything is fresh, and fragrant rice is a bud.
Teeth are colder than snow, so people are advised to throw this pearl away. I want to take the money to Tu Su.
The road is far-sighted and afraid of mud, and the prosperity will not change. Qin's offerings are small, and the recommendation of algae is only a small area.
Wan Li Lu Han Temple, ice jade pot. It's time for the king to enjoy a cool night.
On the moonlit night, I saw the cold dew on the leaves of buttonwood, and the dew on the leaves of Xiao Shutong. The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold.
The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads. The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight.
Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean. Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together.
One leaf fell in Licun, and all the other leaves fell. At this time, the scenery is bleak.
The painted building has a cold moon shadow and the west wind blows the curtain. Open the curtains and think about the past.
Li Qunyu's lotus root is jade in the mud, and its heart bears nectar. It was planted in Tang Jun and buried in Ren Chunpu.
In February, the leaves of the banyan tree in Liuzhou fell to the ground, even though Liu Zongyuan was disappointed, the spring scenery was half like autumn. The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers.
Luo Yin, the city of red leaves, couldn't resist the desert, so it was late at night. The wild is sunny and frosty, and the mountains are cold and rainy.
Wandering Fuling Road, Beauty Changxin Palace. By the end of the year, the meaning of shaking down will be endless.
The fallen leaves have fallen for many years, and it is also late autumn. I see my neighbors outside the window. Who is surprised in the world, Lin alone sweeps the frequency.
Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning. It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of singing birds gave the trees a breath of spring.
The green direction of Wang Jian's fallen leaves is uneven, and the first piece of red has overlapped. The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree.
Wu Ronglu, the red leaves are lightly frosted, and the sunset turns bright. And the smoke falling in autumn will be a thousand miles of love with the waves.
Several birds are hiding in jathyapple, but the whole family is accompanied by the sound of flies. At that time, I didn't hate watching the breeze cut into colors.
Yuezhou looks at yellow leaves, and it is said that bald heads look at yellow leaves with complicated faces. Under the empty tree, there is no political song.
Frost leaves hang down, the dike is heavy with smoke, and the first crossing of the river is on the surface. Dew and wind and willows are sparse, and pavilions are still quiet.
Hate affection, leave love and complain. Acacia soul dream small screen.
I'm tired of pulling clothes, and I'm covered in dust, and the jade mirror is ashamed. Infinitely quiet, chasing pleasure, looking for returns, arriving first and then falling behind.
The young man's mind became empty, and the old man came to hug him. All the green leaves have passed away.
Leave a voice and adjust the tune at that time. Ask a beautiful woman, from haggard, reduce waistline, how much it looks.
3. Good words and sentences to describe maple leaves The evening breeze has obvious coolness. With the twilight, it is a very beautiful and sad beauty, which makes you want to shed a few lines of tears about life, but at the same time you are awed by the fading red heart and willing to condense your unrestrained feelings.
The beauty of maple trees in autumn is not only in the frosty plains, but also in the cool breeze.
A ray of sunshine is like water, and maple trees are beside the clear path. Who weaved this veil with the red clouds in the early morning of the military camp and the white clouds in the early morning of late autumn?
I saw more than a dozen tall and big maple trees, and the maple leaves were all red, just like piles of flames that could not be extinguished. I gently picked up a maple leaf. The red leaves have a clear time pulse, and even the edges are serrated. Although it looks like a small hand with five fingers, its color is like a burning flame.
Maple leaf ci
Year: Song Author:
The leaves of Feng Dan meteorite fall and the west wind blows backwards.
There is no return outside the cloud, and the four sides are worried about the geese.
Farewell to ke, never to return. It has been decided that this autumn is a long separation.
Everyone who lives has to die. With ardent hopes and deep yearning,
Hand waving silk tung oblique light.
And drew's topic, red leaves.
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
In October, the frost leaves are new.
It seems that the fire can't burn out, and flowers don't wait for spring.
Even rows of crimson accounts, throwing red scarves around.
There are only two people before the wind.
Polygonum cuspidatum leaves returned to their original state.
Year: Tang Author: zhaowei
Carry a basket under the red leaves and spend a day picking weeds.
With incense and sleeves, I looked at the flowers and thought of my wife.
Look at Ye Qi again, the wind is warm, and I hate loneliness.
Tired by spring, my face is different from the past.
4. A beautiful sentence about the memory of fallen leaves 1, the past has passed! That's just a memory in my heart. I wonder if I can go back in time. Back in his arms? Every photo of you together will make you unforgettable!
2. Memories are worth touching. But this is just a time to greet yourself. Give all commitments a deadline. This period is short. You will. It is forever. If not. You can also say. This is just a lie.
3, memories, always so beautiful, sweet and hard work are in it. Wandering in the memory, I feel like a passer-by of time, looking at the people on both sides who have just visited, and seeing myself in the past, my childhood playmates and my youthful companions. Your own disaster, things that affect your life, all your "firsts". A complete and trivial scene ...
4. Memories are the destination. Trees attract the wind, and fallen leaves return to their roots. Flying north and flying south, the fox died on the first hill. At the end of life, you will find the origin of life, the place where your dreams began, the place that is distant and familiar because of memories.
5, memory is to recall the past, and at the same time add things that were not there before. What we recall is often what we lack or are losing in real life. The reason why we like memories, or often fall into them unconsciously, may be because memories can make up for some shortcomings in our real life and achieve a temporary psychological balance, even for a moment.
6. Memories make life perfect. She is pinning everyone's hopes, the bright spot of dreams, the harbor of happiness and the beginning of reincarnation ... but I am afraid of memories. When you are disappointed, you should see the achievements-recall the achievements you have created, but if it is the past and the future, you can't go back and don't think about it, looking forward to giving up memories and new memories. However, the carved ancient prose was buried deep in Mesopotamia in BC, and the handwriting unearthed for decades is still clearly visible and indelible. Classic statement
7. Memories teach us how to face today and tomorrow and absorb the ups and downs in memories. You see, we always like to string together the memories as light as moonlight in the sky in the silent night and spread them out on paper page by page. Memories are often painful, because there is sweetness in memories, and behind the sweetness of worry, there may be more pain of worry: missing is hard to see.
8. Remember, the quiet reappearance and the voice calling you in your mind are always young and pure, and the magic of angels is warm and kind. Forget it, that fateful figure, seeing the past when she was a child and now, groaned in pain, and the devil's curse was destroyed by wind and rain.
9. Memories fade away. Confused world of mortals, like the past, like the bleak autumn wind, holding the fallen leaves of memories.
10, memory is a lamp that illuminates the atrium. Let you see clearly that your inner darkness is not your own defect, but because of the angle of illumination, you misunderstood and ignored it.
1 1, people always have to face reality, and people can face reality after all. In the memory of this small post, we can only have a short rest. When we have had enough rest, we will put everything aside and continue on our way.
12, there is such a beautiful sentence about memories. It will be fleeting before I write it down. A song, a memory, bears witness to our past. There was a time when we liked the same song. Suddenly I think of you, and I haven't forgotten the experience together. However, the road ahead is still going well.
13, the poet Wang Guozhen used his simplest and most simple language to express his memory. Yes, what is lost is often just a kind of beauty, but we always stubbornly believe that it was the most beautiful and embarrassing time in our lives. The most beautiful time always has the most beautiful mood.
14, a song, a memory, I remembered the summer that was blown by the wind. Your diary is still there, and your handwriting is still there, just a little yellow. I still have the shoes you gave me, and I have always kept the things you gave me, except the scarf and the lingering when we were together. I also know that it will be tiring to always live in the past. Maybe you don't remember, maybe you have forgotten that I am such a person.
15, people can't get rid of too many memories all their lives. A person who has no memory can even be said to be sorry, incomplete and, in a sense, a failure. Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat the same mistakes.
16, these beautiful memories make my heart ache, and now I am in tears! The memory is too deep and strong, the feeling is too real and keen, everything is sad in my heart, and the desolate and helpless soul in my heart seems to have returned to the starting point of life. Classic sentences about memories
17, even if the memories are beautiful, they are just memories after all. I also clearly understand that my memories are just my own memories and belong to me only. They have nothing to do with years, youth, wind and rain, people and things in memories, but are closely connected with my missing heart.
18, memory is the beauty of life, it symbolizes the sweet stream in the life that has passed away in a hurry, and it will always be a quiet and mellow sleep, the secret in my heart; But at the same time, it is also the moment of angels and demons, with dark eyes and a face that can be seen when the light disappears.
5. Description time of classic words about leaves: Ming Author: Gao Qi Works: Red leaves Content: first frost is full of forest red, in the sunset.
He once wrote Autumn Hatred, which flowed out of Shang Yang Palace. Time: Ming Author: Anonymous Works: Contents of hanging branches: Lotus beads, dewdrops and lotus leaves are all exposed, but I am obsessed with threading needles.
Who knows you are more flexible: you are scattered here and round there. Friends who have no authenticity also turn with the wind.
Year: Ming Author: Tang Yin Works: I love Chou-heung Content: I paint clear water and I love maple leaves on the night pavilion. The autumn moon shines on the Buddhist temple, and cigarettes fill the front of the building.
Year: Yuan Author: Anonymous Works: Two Contents: Autumn is coming, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the cold geese move south. Buttonwood with yellow leaves.
I'm so sad, the embroidered quilt is half empty. Year: Yuan Author: Yang Works: Qingjiang Quoted Content: It is best to have maple leaves in autumn, which are stained with the blood of orangutans.
Qiu Tian is brewed by wind, and Wu Jiangyue is soaked by frost. Go to Red tomorrow! Year: Yuan Author: Xu Zaisi Works: Water Fairy Night Rain Content: A leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, the dream of the last three nights.
Snuff chess game is not finished, sighing Xinfeng left alone. After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.
Time: Southern Song Author: Yang Wanli Works: First Xiaojing Ci sent to Lin Zifang Content: After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Year: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Works: High Balcony Content: Palace powder carving marks, fairy clouds falling shadows, deserted wild water bay. West stone buried incense, Jinsha clavicle connected.
Nanta doesn't hate playing the flute, and hates the breeze and mountains. It's dusk in the courtyard and dry and cold on the moon.
Shouyang is empty and sad. Who can adjust chalcedony to cover up the fragrant scar? The drizzle turns red, and the lonely mountain is infinitely cold in spring. It is difficult for the soul to find a way out, but it is difficult to find a way out in the dream.
The saddest person, the enigmatic songbird, has clear and round leaves. Time: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Works: Miscellaneous Poems on Living on the Lake Content: The garden wall is full of melodies, and people can see Yi Deng in a quiet Shan Ye.
Lotus leaves are like clouds, and boats roll into Xiling. Year: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Lei Works: Confinement Content: No one in the home is clear in autumn, and the night frost wants to clear up first.
Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind. Year: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Yan Works: People Content: Red leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn, thousands of miles miss guests.
Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books? Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone.
I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless. Year: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Liu Yong Works: Jade Butterfly Content: Looking at the rain and gathering clouds, quietly watching Qiu Guang.
The bleak evening scene made Song Yu sad. The wind is light, duckweed is old, the moon is cold and the leaves are yellow.
Love hurts. Where are the old friends? Smoke and water are boundless.
Unforgettable writing period, there are several lonely moons, and the stars are repeatedly frosted.
The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang? Reading Shuang Yan's hard-to-trust letters, returning home at dusk with no knowledge. Look at each other in the dark.
In the sound of the broken rainbow, the sunset stands. Year: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Lin Bu Works: Su Dong Hong Xiao Content: Autumn Mountain is boundless, Qiu Si is boundless.
Red leaves flow in the blue stream and white clouds flow in the green forest. In the shade of a bird, the crystal falls and the cicada scatters.
This night, banana rain, who smells the pillow. Year: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao Works: Paving Happy Sand Content: Crush gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.
Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Year: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Fan Zhongyan Works: Walking in Imperial Street Content: The fallen leaves are fragrant, the dead of night, the cold sound is broken.
Zhu Zhen [1] Curtain rolls the Jade Tower, the sky is grey and the Milky Way hangs down. Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears. I know what it's like to sleep alone.
Everyone has come to [2] this matter and has no intention of avoiding it. Time: Tang Author: Works: Qiushan Content: Qiushan Wan Li is cloudless [1] but windy [2], and the moon is deep and Xitou pine [3].
The stone bed in the thatched cottage is still, and the sound of dew falling between leaves is heavy [4]. Years: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Yu Works: Jiangling Sorrow Hope to Send Zi An Content: A thousand maple leaves, the river bridge is shaded by dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. Time: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Xue Tao Works: Lingbi Marsh Content: Green algae float obliquely on the water, and willow leaves lie clear.
When do you want to admire the head of the stream, turn to the diamond and transfer the boat? Year: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Xu Hun's Works: Inscribed in Tongmen Inn's Autumn Tour to Jingshi Content: Red leaves fall and fall, passing this wine pavilion.
A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range. The color of the trees changes with the passage of time, and I can hear the river looking for the sea.
The land is bright and the moon is bright, but the dream is a woodcutter and fisherman. Time: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Xu Yin's Works: Gong Yu's Secret Tea Lamp Content: Green and bright colors set each other off as an interest, and Tao Cheng gets Gong Xian.
Cleverly gouge out the bright moon and dye the spring water, and lightly apply thin ice to fill Lv Yun. The ancient mirror is worn out, and the tender lotus culvert is exposed by the river.
It's good that the bamboo leaves in Zhongshan are fragrant and sick. Time: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Works: Morning Tour of Shangshan Content: In the morning, I began to collect priests and make a guest appearance to express my grief for my hometown.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. Time: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Wei Works: A poem for a Taoist hermit in Chuanjiao Mountain Content: My office became cold today, and I suddenly remembered my mountain friend.
You must collect firewood at Jiandi and cook some poor food when you come back. I want to see you with a bottle of wine, so that you can get some comfort at night.
But autumn leaves are full of empty mountains. Where can you find your footprints? Year: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Wang Wei's Works: Content in the mountains: The stream is clear of stones, and the red leaves are cold and 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. 1. In the mountains, Wang Bo's grief over the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will come back.
The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly. 2. Singing autumn leaves is a sigh of a youthful dream, and my heart is firmly sitting in the grass.
The night is cold with the autumn moon, and the day with the yellow flowers and the breeze. Take a walk at night and watch Zheng Hong at dawn.
Laughing about the day when the snow harvested the mountain, the tree seeds had no worries. Second, deeply engraved the vicissitudes of life and realized that life is fragrant everywhere.
The earth is tender, and the west wind is intended to refine the Chinese chapter. I once threw the soul of the sun to qingguo and even gave the harvest to my hometown.
It has sent a pure heart to fly all over the world, but Tingting's green trees are covered with yellow. Three nights in the west.