The best poem praising the red leaves

The best poem to praise the red leaves is as follows:

1, white stone in the west of Beijing, cold weather and thin red leaves. 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.

Yuan: Originally, originally. Jingxi, in Qinling Mountains. The place where Wang Wei often goes. At this time, it should be late autumn, the stream is dry, the white stone is exposed, the red leaves are about to fall, and the evergreen trees still give the autumn mountain a green color. There are pictures in Wang Wei's poems.

2, the mountains and rivers are clear and frosty, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.

Liu Yuxi likes autumn, yellow with red, clear and bright, unlike the prosperity of spring. Liu Yuxi likes to make sense after writing about the scenery, which belittles the spring scenery.

3, why the water is too urgent, and the palace is idle. I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house.

It is said that during the Xuanzong period of the Tang Dynasty, there were more than 40,000 ladies-in-waiting. Countless maids wrote poems on the red leaves and threw them into the flowing water to express their feelings. Probably out of sympathy for these ladies-in-waiting, people made up many beautiful stories. It is nothing more than a poem inscribed by a maid-in-waiting red leaf, which flows out with the water in the imperial ditch, or is blown by the wind for hundreds of miles, or is caught in a military robe and obtained by scholars or soldiers. Happened to be husband and wife, and so on.

4, my brother misinterpreted the boat, and the red leaves and green hills were running. When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing.

Xie Ting and Xie Tiao, poets of the Southern Dynasties, built a building in Xuancheng and sent it elsewhere. Grandma Pavilion in Nanjing is a famous farewell place. Farewell song, this is called brother. Xu Hun saw his friends off in the red leaves and green hills, and his feelings were very deep.

5. There are people in Bai Yunsheng, which is far from Hanshan Stone Path. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

This poem is from near to far, from far to near, and the red frost leaves become the protagonist of the picture. This is a poem that all children in China can recite, because it is in the textbook.

6, the moonlight is clean and clean, and the bamboo courtyard is deep. The red leaves in front of the door are not swept as bosom friends.

Yu, a famous talented woman in the late Tang Dynasty, sang with the great poet Wen when she was about ten years old. This poem is so pure. It's just bad luck for beautiful women. She married Lucy li, the top scholar, as a concubine, but was expelled by her wife and forced to become a Taoist priest. At the age of 27, she was executed by Jing for killing her handmaid. Until my death, my bosom friend didn't come.

7. The Qingxi River crosses Bishantou, and the empty water is clear and fresh in autumn. Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.

Compared with the red leaves, the whole feeling is another world. I am detached from the world of mortals, but I yearn for the world of mortals every day; Zhu is always in the world of mortals, but there is a world isolated from the world of mortals in his heart.