Autumn leaves and beautiful poems

The beautiful poem of autumn leaves is as follows:

1. As soon as the fallen leaves in the promenade were swept away, the hanging curtain of the Zhangjiafang turned over. -Mei "Send the teacher back to Nanyang, it's windy, Levin Mountain Temple will arrive tomorrow"

2. The river crosses the wide smoke wave at night, and the tide crosses Jinling in autumn. -Li Shen "Stay in Yangzhou"

3, don't come a few degrees, the leaves are piled up. -Nalan Rong Ruo's "Qingping Music Competition is Red"

4. The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises. -Li Bai's Autumn Wind Clear

5. The leaves in the desert garden are piled up, and the sunset comes from the lotus hoe. -Lu You's book Feeling often reminds me of the shortcomings of children in the past.

But how can I find his footprints among the fallen leaves piled up on the bare hillside! ? -Wei's Poem for a Taoist in Chuanjiao Mountain.

7. The dust is far away from the door, and the fallen leaves are full of barren paths. -Shi Wennian's "Deep Living, Deep Living in Leisure"

8. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night. -Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam"

9. Under the white dew, the leaves are screaming. -Qian Zai's "Antique Man, Four Bright Moons, Night Lights"

10, the leaves are falling in the rain, and Zhu Si is stroking herself and singing. -Yu's melancholy

1 1, the empty room is cold and the leaves are falling. -Huang Furan's Night Gathering in Zhang Mansion

12, the autumn wind gives birth to Wei water, and the leaves are full of Chang' an. -Jia Dao's "Recalling the History on the River"

13, the mountain god is not audible, and the deciduous autumn anvil rises at one time. -Lu Lun's "Joan Song Shiqing"

14, the wind decided that there were no fallen leaves in Xiao Xuan, and the caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively. -Qin Guan's Three Poems in Autumn

15, the lonely song disturbed the autumn night tonight, and the fallen leaves and flowers were all tree-colored. -Liu Cang's "Luoyang Book Moonlit Night"