A much-needed poem (complete)

Tintin has a long night, and the light clouds are moonlight.

Autumn forced dark worms to ring at night, but Murphy cream was not sent to clothing requisition.

Two Poems by Qiu Si (Tang Dynasty)

The blue window is inclined to the sunshine, and I am worried about listening to cold tears and wet clothes.

I clearly saw Guan Sai in my dream, and I don't know where I went.

There are no clouds in the autumn night, and the sound is intermittent.

I want to send an information request. I moved the army outside Juyan.

Qiu Si gives people away (Tang Zhang Su Zhong)

Boshan is full of fragrance, the garden is full of gold, and the night is long.

In order to ask the grass by the Qingqing River, it has rained and frosted several times.

An autumn night in the mountains (Don Wang Wei)

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Shandong Airlines (Tang Dumu)

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Tanabata (Tang Tara)

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The night in Tianjie is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega.

Mid-Autumn Festival (Tang Dumu)

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Autumn wind ci (Tang Libai)

Qiufengqing

Qiu yueming

Leaves gather, but then disperse.

The recovery of western Western jackdaw

I don't know when I can meet again and get close again.

I can't express my feelings at this moment tonight.

If you enter my deep desire

Know the sickness of love

Eternal memory of eternal love

Short-lived lovesickness is endless.

Know how much it has evolved me.

Don't know each other as well as before.

Chanting cicadas (early cicadas smell at a guest) (Tang Yu Wu Ling)

As Jiang's voice came, Fang was even more difficult to stay. Listen to this Gaolin, and you will know that the old country is far away in autumn.

The wind should be urged to shed leaves, as if to persuade guests to return to the ship. It's not that the new cicada is bitter, but that it has its own worries every year.

Shui Yuan (Tang Yu Wu Ling)

If you regret watching Nanpu, then you are far away from sadness. Because people are old, there is water flowing east.

Attach a hometown letter and don't return to the passenger ship. On both sides of the river, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and another autumn has passed.

Night berth in Xiangjiang River (Tang Yu Wu Ling)

The north wind blows Chu trees, and autumn is the only place here What does Qu Yuan hate? He doesn't go with the flow.

It's cold, but it's a lonely boat at night. As a southbound traveler, there is no blank head.

Southern Tour (Tang Yu Wu Ling)

It rained for a few days in the poor autumn, and the director was covered with moss. After the old country sent books, there were geese cold.

The grass is wet and the continent is full of flowers. I tried my best and I haven't come back yet.

An autumn night and Qin Cheng's poem (Tang Han □ [the right half of "male" is changed to "feather"])

When the cold wind crawls under my mat, the exposed city walls turn 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.

A letter to Yu Shiyang (Don Qian Qi) from my study in Taniguchi.

The mountain stream gullied the hut, and the clouds set off the city wall like colorful curtains.

After the rain, the colors of Hsinchu are refreshing, and the mountains are more lovely against the sunset glow.

Leisure egrets often nest early, and autumn flowers are full of vitality later than elsewhere.

The servant is trying to clean the Rose Path. I made an appointment with my old friend yesterday.

Qiu Deng Wu Jiangjun Tai Temple View (Don Liu Changqing)

The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness.

Monastery in the wilderness, fewer pedestrians, waterproof ghost more profound.

The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest.

The sentimental south recalls the past, and only the Yangtze River has flowed since ancient times.

From Qin State to Buddha Yuan (Tang Meng Haoran)

If I have enough means to live in seclusion, how happy I will be to find a mountain! .

It is not my will to stay in Chang 'an. My heart for Lindong School will miss my teacher.

Gold burns like firewood, and ambition fades.

The evening breeze blows a bleak breeze, and the cicada sounds melancholy.

Sad autumn (Tang Luyin)

The wild geese in crisp autumn are far away, and the cicadas on the sparse trees are white and cold.

The defeated orchid is still angry, and the round fan in his hand is gradually unprovoked.

Sad autumn (Tang Du Fu)

The breeze moves Wan Li, and thieves are still vertical and horizontal. On the day of delivering books at home, Qiu Lai was a guest.

Worried about watching tall birds fly by, always chasing everyone. When I wanted to invest in the Three Gorges, why did I see two capitals?

Night Thoughts on the Tower (Tang Weizhuang)

A harp sighs all night, with the sadness of wind and rain on its strings.

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.

Autumn Ci (Yuxi, Liu Tang)

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

Qiuju on Bashang (Tang Madai)

In the early autumn drizzle on the Ba River, I saw flocks of geese flying south in the evening.

Facing the trees and leaves of other countries, I am lonely in the cold night.

The Millennium falls frequently in the empty garden, and only Singles and Yu Ye are neighbors.

I've been here long enough. I don't know what I'm waiting for.

Early Autumn (Don Xu Hun)

The long night was filled with the silent voices of a couple and a couple; The wind blows like a west wind.

The low clouds touch the dew, and the milky way geese are early.

Tall trees don't seem to have withered at dawn, and the distance between the sun and the distant mountains is quite clear.

On this Huaihe River, I can feel the storm of Dongting Lake through a fallen leaf.

"Tang Xu Hun Jingshi Autumn Tour Tongmen Inn"

Maple trees rustle in the autumn night; After a night at Tongguan Station, I got my own bouquet.

A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range.

With the extension of Tongguan Mountain, remote viewing of tree colors; The Yellow River flows into the sea.

Tomorrow, we can reach the prosperous capital Chang 'an. I am still at ease with the dream of fisherman and woodcutter!