1. Ancient poems and poems about leaves

Ancient poems and poems about leaves 1. Ancient poems and poems about leaves

Fallen Leaves Kong Shaoan - The leaves are startled to fall in early autumn, Falling like a guest's heart.

Titled "Falling Leaves at Sikong Shu"

The frost has threatened the leaves, and now the trees are half empty. The depression of the homeland is different, but the scattered travelers are the same.

Sasha The cold water floats on the shore, and there are night insects on the steps. It is enviable to follow the wind and get Luoyang Palace.

Wang Jian of Fallen Leaves - The old green is in different directions, and the first red has overlapped. The atrium has just been swept, and there are three or two leaves around the tree. .

The fallen leaves send Chen Yu and Han Yu

The fallen leaves do not change, and the broken canopy never returns. The fluttering wind eventually separates itself, and the encounter temporarily depends on each other.

Quiet late night words , the long cold moonlight. Who said that young people say goodbye, each sheds tears and stains his clothes.

The Fallen Leaves King Zhou - Su Luxuan is brittle, and the young girl is jealous and thin. The wind blows on a cold day, and the leaves are dry and red.< /p>

Smell the fallen leaves all over me

After the snow clears, the Chu trees rustle in the evening breeze. Because I miss my homeland at night, a few trees near the water are empty.

Just boil the tea and burn it , the moss has been trampled and turned red. I will not leave here in the next year, and I will still see green clumps.

The fallen leaves are all over me

It is late in autumn, and I can see the neighbors outside the window. Who in the world is shocked , the frequency is scanned alone in the forest.

The moonlight night is bleak, and the morning frost overlaps. Yesterday, it was overcast, and the warblers sang and the trees were in spring.

Fallen leaves are repaired

The rain has passed over the idle fields, and the fallen leaves are red. I turn to the spring and believe that there is an autumn wind.

I follow the flowing water in several places, and the sky is chaotic by the river. The pines should only stand on their own, not with the king.< /p>

Heshengji pottery fallen leaves Qian Qianyi

In autumn, thousands of trees on Zhongshan Mountain are sparse, and withering is always due to the flying dust.

I don’t know that the cold wind of jade dew is strong, All I know is that the King of Jinling is very angry.

There are only trees leaning against the moon, and the green girl is wearing no clothes.

Hualin is as bleak as a desert, and a wild goose returns in the cold sky.

Below is the one with the word "叶"

The cold root in September urges the leaves of the wood, and the ten years of the military expedition recall Liaoyang. ——"Ancient Meaning" by Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty

I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors - "Ode to the Willows" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty

Orchid leaves are lush in spring, and sweet-scented osmanthus is bright and clear in autumn. - "Feelings" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty

< p> The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus blooms to both sides of the face. - Wang Changling's "Lotus Picking Song" of the Tang Dynasty

The early sun on the leaves is followed by the rain, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts the lotus one by one - —Song Dynasty. Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu Zhe"

Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers can bloom. (Li Qiao's "Wind")

I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the yellow leaves will bloom. Decline. ("Han Yuefu·Chang Ge Xing")

The grass does not fade in the spring breeze, and the trees do not complain in the autumn. - Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Sunrise and Entry"

The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. ——Song Dynasty Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang at Jingci Temple at Dawn"

2. A complete collection of ancient poems about leaves

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"

Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. ——Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo·March 7th"

Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed, meditating on the past and setting the sun. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who wants the west wind to be cool alone"

The early sun on the leaves has dried up the rain, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind is lifting each one. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood"

The autumn leaves of Jinjing sycamore are yellow, and the bead curtain is not rolled up by the night frost. ——Wang Changling's "Long Faith and Resentment"

When the lotus leaves are growing, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them. ——Li Shangyin's "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn"

White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather. ——Wang Wei's "In the Mountain"

Who knows that those who live in the forest will feel happy when they hear the wind and sit there. ——Zhang Jiuling's "Encounter with Orchid Leaves in Spring"

The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold, and I miss the red maple leaves. ——Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc·Yizhong Mountain"

A glass of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with drunken hibiscus. ——Bai Juyi's "Three Poems on Recalling the South of the Yangtze River"

The maple leaves cover thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the late evening sails. ——Yu Xuanji's "Jianling is worried about sending children to peace"

The water splashing in the boat is different and green, leaning against the threshold, the wind swings the handle and the fragrance is fragrant. ——Zheng Gu's "Lotus Leaves"

The situation is high and the wind is late, and the yellow leaves are flying in the mountains.

——Wang Bo's "In the Mountain"

3. A complete collection of ancient poems describing leaves

Lotus under the steps

---Bai Juyi

Ye Zhanying When the moon is turned over, the flowers bloom and their fragrance spreads into the curtain wind.

It is better to plant them on the Tianchi than to grow in the wild water.

Residence in the Mountain

- --Cao Ye

Sweeping leaves, making tea, picking leaves and books, my heart is dreamless and the windows are empty at night.

If only Guangwu Enbo is late, is it true that Yan Jun loves fishing?

< p> Jingci sends Lin Zifang off at dawn

---Yang Wanli

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.

Jie Tianlian The leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red against the sun.

Farewell at night in Wuzhong

---Bao Rong

Chu Ke thinks about the yellow leaves in autumn, and Wu Ji The night song stops in the blue clouds.

Everyone sheds tears in front of the lamp when the sound is gone. The water and the sky are cold and the geese leave the flock.

Mountain hike

---Du Mu

Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February.

The wild guest is grateful. Before returning home, the frost leaves are all over Chaiguan.---Guan Xiu's "Sent to Feng Shijun, Tongjiang at the end of autumn"

The frost leaves fall without wind, and the autumn clouds are empty without rain.---Lu Lun "Send Ten Thousand Jus"

The red leaves and moss fields are unbearable, and it is a cool windy and rainy day. --- Bai Juyi "Giving Yuan Jiu in the Autumn Rain"

4. Write poems about leaves 50 pieces

The Book of Songs Gourd Leaves and Banners Gourd Leaves, Pick them and make them prosperous. A gentleman has wine, so he can taste it.

If there is a rabbit with a head, burn it with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words. If you have a rabbit's head, burn it. If a gentleman has wine, drink it with your words.

If there is a rabbit with a head, it will be burned with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he will reward him with words. The Book of Songs: There are bitter leaves in the pots. There are bitter leaves in the pots, and the benefits are profound.

The deep is severe, the shallow is revealing. There are rivers and rivers, and there are birds and pheasants singing.

The track is not wet when the economy is full, and the pheasants cry for their mates. The geese are chirping, and the sun is rising.

When a scholar returns to his wife, the ice has not yet melted. Recruiting boats, people are involved.

Whether a person is concerned or not, he must be my friend. Guesthouse in Early Autumn by Du Mu The wind blows a leaf, and everything is startled by autumn.

I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about the guests every year. Where to leave? How long will it last? Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free.

Fallen Leaves by Kong Shaoan In early autumn, the leaves fall, falling like a guest’s heart. Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.

He Du Lu Shi Titled Red Leaves by Bai Juyi On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new for a while. It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower not waiting for spring.

Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly. When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind.

One Leaf Falls By Bai Juyi The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen. Cold and temperature, prosperity and decline, are related to the exterior and interior.

Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves. Don't say it's falling slightly, it's starting from now on.

Facing the red leaves while drunk Bai Juyi The autumn trees stand in the wind, and people have been drinking for a long time. The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.

Sophora japonica leaves are harvested coldly by Du Fu. The green and tall locust leaves are harvested and sent to the Chinese chef. New noodles are coming to the market, and they are all delicious.

If you are too mature to enter the capital, you will have no desire to add a meal. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included.

The meridian teeth are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu.

The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small, and the algae are only bright.

In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed.

On a moonlit night, cold dew is seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold.

The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night.

The congealed sky flows everywhere, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don't be tired of looking at the approaching tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi.

One leaf falls by Li Cunzhen. One leaf falls, and the leaves are wiped with pearls and foil. At this time, the scenery was desolate.

The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain. Blowing the curtain, thinking about the past.

Lotus Leaf Li Qunyu The root is jade in the mud, and the heart bears the dew. Sow seeds in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.

Liuzhou’s banyan leaves have all fallen in February. Liu Zongyuan’s thoughts on official affairs are desolate, half-spring turns like autumn. After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the banyan leaves are all over the garden and the orioles are singing.

Red Leaves Luo Yin But beside the deserted city, the evening light shines brightly. The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain.

Wandering on Baling Road, beauty Changxin Palace. Living leisurely at the end of the year, there is endless meaning.

Fallen leaves Qi Ji It is late in autumn, and you can see your neighbors outside the window. No one in the world is so shocked, I am alone in the forest.

Xiao Sao Wei moon night, overlapping morning frost morning. Yesterday it was overcast, and the orioles were singing and the trees were springing.

Fallen Leaves Wang Jian The old green leaves are in different directions, and the first red ones have overlapped. The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree.

Red leaves Wu Rong The dew-stained frost-dried flakes are light and turn bright in the setting sun. The smoke is falling and the autumn colors are falling, and the love for thousands of miles is spread with the waves.

There are shadows of birds hidden in the moon for several nights, and the sound of crickets is heard in every family.

For a moment, I didn't feel much regret, watching the breeze cut the flowers.

Looking at the yellow leaves in Yuezhou, Zhang said: Look at the yellow leaves with a white head, and look at the complexion of the face. Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song.

Frost leaves fly thousands of miles away, the clouds hang down to the ground, the smoke from the embankment is heavy, and Yan Hong makes his first trip to the river. The dew lotus leaves, the wind and the willows are sparse, and the terraces and pavilions are still quiet.

Hate Maimai, separation and resentment. Lovesick soul dreams on a small screen.

The tired guest collects his clothes, and the dust is all over him, and the jade mirror shines shamefully. Infinitely quiet streets and secluded streets, pursuing joy and seeking rewards, arriving first before others leave behind.

The young man's thoughts turned empty, and the old man came to embrace him. All the green leaves and red flowers have passed.

The sound of separation is in tune at that time. Ask about the beauty, from being haggard, to reducing the waistline, how much like a man.

5. Ancient poems about leaves

There are too many poems about leaves! ! ! Take a few at random:

The Book of Songs Gourd Leaves

Gourd leaves with flags and banners, pick them and prosper. A gentleman has wine, so he can taste it.

If there is a rabbit with a head, burn it with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words.

If there is a rabbit's head, burn it. If a gentleman has wine, drink it with your words.

If there is a rabbit with a head, it can be fired with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he can reward him with words.

The Book of Songs: There are bitter leaves on the beetle.

There are bitter leaves on the beetle, and the benefits are profound. Deep is severe, shallow is exposed.

There are rivers and rivers flowing, and there are pheasants and pheasants singing. The rails are not wet when the economy is full, and the pheasants cry in search of their mates.

The geese are singing and the sun is rising. If a scholar returns to his wife, the ice has not yet melted.

Recruiting boats, people are involved. Whether a person is involved or not, he must be my friend.

Early Autumn Guesthouse Du Mu

The wind blows a leaf, and everything is startled by autumn.

I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about the guests every year.

Where do we end up leaving? How long will it last?

Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free.

Fallen Leaves Kong Shaoan

In early autumn, the leaves fall, falling like a guest’s heart.

Fanfei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.

He Du Lu's "Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi

On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new for a while.

It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring.

Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly.

When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind.

One Leaf Falls by Bai Juyi

The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen.

Cold and temperature, as well as the rise and fall, are related to the exterior and interior.

Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves.

Don’t say it’s falling, it’s starting from now on.

Watching the red leaves while drunk Bai Juyi

The autumn trees stand in the wind, and people drink wine for a long time.

The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, it is not spring.

Sophora japonica leaves are harvested coldly by Du Fu

The green and tall locust leaves are harvested and sent to the Chinese chef. New noodles are coming to the market, and they are all delicious.

If you are too mature to enter the capital, you will have no desire to add a meal. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included.

The meridian teeth are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu.

The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small, and the algae are only bright.

In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed.

On a moonlit night, cold dew is seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree Dai Cha

On the leaves of the sycamore tree, the white dew of the moon appears. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold.

The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night.

The congealed sky flows everywhere, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don't be tired of looking at the approaching tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi.

One leaf fell, Li Cunzhen

One leaf fell, and the pearls and foil were wiped.

At this time, the scenery was desolate.

The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain.

Blowing the curtain, thinking about the past.

Lotus Leaf Li Qunyu

The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew.

Plant in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.

The banyan leaves in Liuzhou in February have all fallen off. Liu Zongyuan

The official affairs and thoughts are desolate, half-spring turns like autumn.

After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the banyan leaves fill the courtyard with the cries of orioles.

Red Leaves Luo Yin

But beside the deserted city, the evening light shines brightly.

The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain.

Wandering on Baling Road, beauty Changxin Palace.

Waiting for the end of the year, there is endless hope.

Fallen leaves Qi Ji

It’s late in autumn, and you can see your neighbors outside the window.

No one in the world is shocked. I am alone in the forest.

Xiao Sao Wei moon night, overlapping morning frost morning.

Yesterday it was overcast, and the orioles were singing and the trees were springing.

Fallen Leaves Wang Jian

The old green is in different directions, and the first red has overlapped.

The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree.

Red Leaves Wu Rong

The dew-stained frost dries lightly, and turns bright in the setting sun.

The harmonious smoke falls in the nine-autumn colors, and the love spreads thousands of miles along with the waves.

There are shadows of birds hidden in the moon for several nights, and the sound of crickets is heard in every family.

For a moment, I didn’t feel much regret, watching the breeze cut the flowers.

Looking at the yellow leaves in Yuezhou, Zhang said

Looking at the yellow leaves with a white head, the faces are complex and geometric.

Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song.

Frost leaves fly thousands of miles away

The clouds hang down to the ground, the smoke from the embankment is heavy, and Yan Hong sets out on the river for the first time. The dew lotus leaves, the wind and the willows are sparse, and the terraces and pavilions are still quiet. Hate pulse pulse, separation love resentment dawn. Lovesick soul dreams on a small screen. The tired guest collects his clothes, dust flies all over him, and the jade mirror shines shamefully. Infinitely quiet streets and secluded streets, pursuing joy and seeking rewards, arriving first before others leave behind. The young man's thoughts turned empty, and Kuang Lao came to embrace him. All the green leaves and red flowers have passed. The sound of separation was relaxed and tidy at that time. Ask about the beauty, from being haggard, to reducing the waistline, how much like a man.

6. Ancient poems describing leaves must be ancient poems

Early Autumn Guesthouse by Du Mu The wind blows a leaf, and everything is startled by autumn. I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about my guests every year. Where to leave? How long will it last? Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free. Fallen Leaves by Kong Shaoan The fallen leaves are startling in early autumn, and they drift like a guest's heart. Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest. He Du Lu Shi Titled Red Leaves Bai Juyi On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new for a while. It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower not waiting for spring. There are rows of crimson tents, and red scarves are cut in disorder. When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind. A Fallen Leaf - Bai Juyi The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen. Cold and temperature, prosperity and decline, are related to the exterior and interior. Under the Xiaoxiaoqiu forest, a leaf suddenly leaves. Don't say it's falling slightly, it's starting from now on. Facing the Red Leaves in Drunkness Bai Juyi The autumn trees stand in the wind, and people have been drinking for a long time. The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring. Sophora japonica leaves are washed coldly by Du Fu. The tall and green locust leaves are harvested and handed over to the Chinese chef. New noodles are coming to the market, and they are all delicious. Entering the capital is too mature, and you have no desire to add food. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included. The teeth of the meridian are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu. The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small, and the algae are only bright. In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed. On a moonlit night, cold dew appears on the leaves of the sycamore tree. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold. The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night. The congealed sky flows all over the place, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don't be tired of looking at the approaching tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi. One leaf falls by Li Cunzhen One leaf falls, and the leaves are wiped with pearls and foil. At this time, the scenery was desolate. The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain. Blowing the curtain, thinking about the past. Lotus leaf by Li Qunyu The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew. Sow seeds in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.

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7. Poems about leaves

Poems about leaves

Cool night in the vestibule (Bai Juyi)

The color of the dew is like jade, and the shadow of the wind is like waves.

Sitting there and worrying about the falling leaves, there are many bright moons in the courtyard.

Answering the dream of receiving a letter from me in autumn (Bai Juyi)

I was spared a serious illness, and I am willing to do my duty.

The dim light makes you feel the best, and the thin waist brings the prophet.

On a day when the leaves are red with frost and the mustache is white as snow.

I am sad because I want to grow old, but I am not sad when I am old.

Playing with the Xinting Tree (Bai Juyi)

In early April, the new leaves become overcast. The shaking scenery is beautiful and the covered courtyard is deep.

Is there anyone here who has nothing to do? Not only can you play with things, but you can also relax your clothes.

Sometimes I talk to Taoists, or listen to poets. The spring is full of fragrance and there are many singing birds at night.

Occasionally find a quiet and leisurely place, and then forget the worldly mind. To realize that the true hermit does not need to be in the mountains and forests.

8. A collection of ancient poems about leaves

The lotus leaves that reach the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"

Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. ——Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo·March 7th"

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. —— He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"

The world is a big dream, how many autumns are there in life? At night, the wind leaves are already singing. ——Su Shi's "Moon over Xijiang: A Big Dream of World Affairs"

These little officials in Caozhou County are always concerned about love every branch and leaf. ——Zheng Xie's "Weixian County Administration's Painting of Bamboo Presenting Nianbo Bao Dachengkuo"

The three autumn leaves that fall can bloom in February. ——Li Qiao's "Wind"

Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, meditating on the past and setting the sun. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who cares about the west wind and the coolness alone"

The early sun on the leaves has dried up the rain, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind is lifting each one. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood"

There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves. ——Yan Shu's "Broken Array·Spring Scene"

The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind stirs up the green waves. ——Li Jing "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·The fragrance of lotus leaves is sold out"

The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is spread out to both sides of the face. ——Wang Changling's "Two Lotus Picking Songs"

Tangli leaves have fallen into rouge color, and buckwheat flowers are blooming with white snow fragrance.

——Wang Yucheng's "Village Tour·Chrysanthemums Are Starting to Yellow on Horse Crossing Mountain Path"

9. More than five ancient poems about leaves

In early autumn, the wind blows a leaf in the guest house Du Mu, and everything is startled. Autumn. I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country. I feel sad for the guests every year. Where do I end up leaving? How long will it last? Not as good as the old man in Fenxi River, his body is leisurely and free. Fallen leaves Kong Shaoan is shocked by the fallen leaves in early autumn, and they are floating like a guest's heart. They are flying but are not willing to come down, but they still cherish the old forest. The burning is not caused by fire, like flowers that do not wait for spring. Rows of red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut in disorder. When the basket is removed, there are only two people in front of the wind. One leaf has fallen and the white leaves have fallen. The summer heat has not subsided, and the coolness has begun. Cold temperature The ups and downs are related to the outside and the inside. Under the Xiaoxiao autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves first. Don't say it is shaking slightly, the shaking will start from now on. When I am drunk, I am fascinated by the red leaves and white trees. The autumn trees are easy to face in the wind. I am drunk with wine for many years. The appearance of drunkenness is like this. Although the frost leaves are red, it is not spring. The locust leaves are washed coldly by Du Fu. All shine on the chopsticks, fragrant rice and bracts. The teeth are colder than the snow, and I urge people to throw in this pearl. I am willing to follow the golden cypress and walk with the brocade and Tusu. The road is far away and I am afraid of the mud, but the joy is deep and will never change. Offering celery is small, Recommended algae Ming District. Wanli dew in the cold palace, open the clear jade pot with ice. The king enjoys the cool night, and this flavor is also needed. On the moonlit night, cold dew is seen on the leaves of the phoenix tree. Dai Chao on the leaves of the Xiao Shutong, the white dew of the moon has just begun. The drops of liquid are full of clear light, glowing brightly. The plain color is cold. The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move and cherish the pearl trunks. The air is cold and it is late in autumn, and the sound is faint, and it is late at night. The condensed air flows all over, moistening things and making it easy to see. Don't be tired of looking at it, it is more difficult to gather the sun. . One leaf fell, Li Cunzhao, another leaf fell, plucked with beads and foil. At this time, the scenery was desolate. The moonlight in the painting building was cold, and the west wind blew the curtain. Blowing the curtain, I thought about the past. The lotus leaves, Li Qun, and jade roots are jade in the mud, and my heart is exposed to the dew. Pearls were planted in Juntang, and Ren Chunpu was buried.