A poem about reed maple leaves (a poem describing reed flowers in autumn maple leaves)

1. A poem describing autumn maple leaves and reeds.

That night, I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's pipa trip.

Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.

Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".

There are thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shaded rivers and bridges, and the sails are late —— In Jiangling, I am anxious to send my son back to peace.

I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.

Reed catkin

Even if the wind blows away overnight, it will only be near the shallow waters of Lu Hua. -Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is Things"

The fishing rod is frosted at dawn and the clothes are thin. -"Seeing several fishing boats on the river being embarrassed by public servants" by Yuan Hongdao.

2. Poems describing the maple leaf, the maple leaf withered late, and when the river was closed, the Chu guest returned miserably.

Looking at a river, geese sound sad; This is a cool month, and the figure is uneven.

After waking up, tears are like phoenix wax, and the wind curtain rolls gold mud.

The anvil has a high rhyme, calling back the residual dream; The fragrance of Luo decreased, which led to sadness.

The pavilion is divided into two parts, which is difficult to spell. Covering your face and guiding your clothes is biased.

Besides, I'll never see you again.

Want to send hate books, silver hooks are empty; Heartbroken sound, the jade is still hanging.

How many secrets are hidden, only God knows.

The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls.

In the past twenty years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after it.

The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come.

I only wrote my life as a song.

Maple is red and smoke is green at dusk. Every day, we are faced with the gulls in Tingzhou, a water town that lives and works in peace and contentment, full of exile and sadness everywhere. I love bamboo, and I have been wandering for 20 years, borrowing the name of bamboo.

The spring breeze has not yet blown out, the autumn wind has arrived, I am old, and I despise all dust. I just made my life experience into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.

3. What are the poems about maple leaves? 1. Five generations of Sauvignon Blanc and One Mountain: Li Yu.

One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: heavy and overlapping mountains. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames. Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.

2. In the Tang Dynasty,' Jiang Ling's Sorrow Hope to Send Zi 'an/Jiang Ling's Sorrow Hope to Send'.

There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.

Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In a sad late autumn, maple leaves float on the river. At this time, a west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain rustled. I'm sorry to hear that, little girl. At first glance, the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, and I haven't seen my lover return by boat. I am eager to see my lover come back, little girl. Miss your lover as the water of Xijiang River, and miss him as the length of running water.

3,' Mountain Walk' Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.

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

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: A winding ramp winds to the top of the mountain, and there are actually several places where white clouds float. I stopped the sedan chair because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. The fiery maple leaves are redder than the flowers in February in Jiangnan.

4,' Pipa/Pipa Introduction' Bai Juyi Tang Dynasty

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: On autumn night, I went to Jiangtou, Xunyang to bid farewell to a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds. My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night. Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave.

5, "Niuzhu Night Sleeping" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.

On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky. 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.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: boating in autumn night, moored at Niuzhu Mountain in Xijiang River, without a trace of swimming clouds in the blue sky. I boarded the boat and looked up at the bright moon, thinking of General Xie Shang in the Eastern Jin Dynasty in vain. I can recite Justin's epic poems, but unfortunately I don't have a wise general to listen to. Tomorrow morning I will hang my sail and leave Niuzhu, where only maple leaves are flying all over the sky.

4. What is the ancient poem about maple leaves? 1, A Mountain in Sauvignon Blanc, Five Dynasties: Li Yu.

Original: One mountain and two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold. Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: heavy and overlapping mountains. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames. Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.

2, "Jiangling Sorrow" Tang Dynasty: Yu.

Original: There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge hides the sunset sails. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In a sad late autumn, maple leaves float on the river. At this time, a west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain rustled. I'm sorry to hear that, little girl. At first glance, the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest. Miss your lover as the water of Xijiang River, and miss him as the length of running water.

3. "Minus Magnolia" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

Original: If you are sad in your arms, you will feel old. How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves. On the shore of the boat, maple leaves hang in autumn. When you think about your previous happiness, you must have thought of the world, not a dream.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It's sad to leave people's arms. If god has feelings, he will also grow old because of parting; Sometimes it's as slender as a light silk but lingering, and sometimes it comes to mind like waves. A boat by the lake is moored on the shore, and maple leaves and reed flowers are shivering in the autumn wind, which forms a sharp contrast between the joy of the past and reality. The joy of meeting is gone forever, unless we meet in a dream.

4. "Things in Southern Hunan" Tang Dynasty: Dai Shulun.

Original: Lu Juhua blossoms and maple leaves fall, where to go? Yuan Xiang flows eastward and does not live for the sad people when he was young.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It is the late autumn season when dew oranges bloom and maple leaves wither. Looking out, I don't know where the capital is. The Xiangjiang River in Shui Yuan flows eastward day and night. Why can't you listen to my inner difficulties for stop for a minute, a sad man?

5,' Caisang Penglang Ji' Song Dynasty: Zhu Dunru.

Original: a boat went to Jiangnan as a guest and traveled alone. Wan Li cigarettes. Looking back on the Central Plains, tears filled the towel. From Bishan Cold to Tingzhou Late Period, the maple leaves are reed roots. The sunset is flat. I'm worried about leaving my hometown to go to the people.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Taking refuge in Jiangnan by boat is like a lonely goose and a lonely cloud. Shuttling through the smoke and dust, tears came to my eyes when I returned home. Bishan looked at the flat ground by the water, maple leaves and reed roots. The sun went down, the waves calmed the resentment and left home.

5. What are the ancient poems describing "Maple Leaf"? 1, maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn (Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour).

(Don Li Bai's "Night Sleeping in Niuzhu")

3. Acacia Maple Leaf Dan (Tang Liyu's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Heavy Mountain")

4, maple leaves fall (Tang Zhang, "Fisherman Songjiang Crab House Master Huan")

5. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn (Song Ouyang Xiu's "Broken Magnolia, Leaving Sorrow")

6. Maple Leaf Pu (close to "Bodhisattva Man Khan Blows Down the Mountain Moon")

7. The beginning of the rustling maple leaf (Song Zhu Dunru's "Nian Nu Jiao Fang Zhou")

8. Maple Leaf Reed Root (Song Zhu Dunru's "Picking Mulberry and Boating in the South of the Yangtze River")

9. A maple leaf forest is dyed red with sadness (Lu Song Lao Wei's "Nan Gezi Zhang Ce wears a wasteland")

10, lightly endowing maple leaves with flowers (Wang Songzhi's way, "Nian Nu Jiao Bi Tian Boundless")

6. Poems about maple leaves 1. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

-Du Mu's Travel Notes of Mountain Residence 2. In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip 3. Autumn wind blows the old court, and yellow wind passes by.

-Wang Shudeng's beginning of winter 4. The lonely boat awakens the dream of returning home, and the maple leaves are full of sorrow. -Shi Jin "Xiaoguo Dongting Lake" 5. At dusk, I suddenly heard the sound of money, and I forgot the maple leaf.

-Liu Ji's "Qiu Jiang fishing alone" 6. If you can't attract guests, the maple leaves will fly sadly. -Cao Xun's Ninety Miscellaneous Poems on Mountain Living, Autumn Sorrow, 7. Listen to maple leaves hand in hand, knock on the door until the lotus blooms.

-Shi Baotan's Send Li Zai to the West of Zhejiang' 8. Autumn flowers and maple leaves are late, so the boat doesn't stay. -Wu's "Official Volume" Volume 9. Send a lotus garden to welcome Maple Leaf Dan.

-Cai Yuan's "Zhongdi is not pregnant at the end of the year" 10. Looking at maple leaves, Qujiang and other apricot flowers from afar. -Lu Longyun's "Farewell to the Liangyuan" On autumn night, the Chen Xiaolian brothers were awarded two Dongzi II in the north. 1. "Yu Fu Chi San Shuang Quan Temple, Danfengye Lecture Hall" Song Dongsi's Danfengye Lecture Hall is empty.

There is a family dream under the que, and there is no wine in front of the lamp to send desolation. Chen Ji floats the monk's house, and the past kills the guest bed.

The world should reward itself for being lazy, which has been pieced together by temples. 2. "Trilogy Weekly Two Persimmon Leaves Turn Yellow and Maple Leaves Red" In Song Dynasty, Bai Yuchan persimmon leaves turn yellow and maple leaves are red, and a river reed rises.

The water is clear and the sand is thin, and the rain is thick. Poetry is shaking in the sail shadow, and the dream soul is shaking.

At dusk, there is a bottom worry, and there is nowhere to send books to the south. 3. "Maple Leaf Dan in the Top Ten Bamboo Songs of Huangling Temple" In the Song Dynasty, the maple leaf Dan in front of Huangling Temple in Wang Yuanliang was foggy and chilly.

Beauty Wan Li doesn't meet, and the moon bends only to see herself. 4. "Send the frost maple leaf red on Geqianwen River" The frost maple leaf red on Caihe River in Song Dynasty was unbearable to the west wind.

I only worry about stacking drums and urging boats to go, and I miss the moon for thousands of miles. 5. "Maple Leaf Ci" In the Song Dynasty, the leaves in Feng Dan, Bai Yuchan fell and the west wind blew backwards.

Outside the cloud, there is no return, and the four sides are sad for geese, saying that Ke will go far and never return. It has been decided that this autumn is a long farewell, and the living will die for a certain period.

I have a high vision and miss you deeply, waving a silk tree to send oblique light. 6. "Pour the cup to make the maple leaves red." In the Song Dynasty, Lu Wei's old maple leaves were red, the lotus building was fat and dew, and the pillows were tender and cool.

Outside the curtain, the toad is as beautiful as a sweep. Crows crow on the branches to remind the dawn.

Autumn wind makes Pan Lang old again. Small windows are bright and clean, and fireflies are sparse.

Climbing high sends sorrow, and the white hair is not gone.

7. Seek the most classic sentence about Lu Hua in ancient poetry [Lu Hua].

Author: Ye Luo

If you practice like frost, the west wind will cross the river. I didn't see enough fish,

Wang Sunchou, who was temporarily berthed, was also born. It is good to install moonlight beside the brothel, but it is useless to dance with the red leaves and autumn sounds.

It's best for flocks of herons to catch fiber scales and walk beside them in the sunset.

Reed flower

Author: Yong

Sandwiched between the shore and the beach, the branches shook the waves. The moon is like mud and snow, and there is no place to recognize fishermen.

Reed flowers are thousands of miles away, frosty and discolored, and coming to Korea is a mountain barrier.

In the evening, the wind is cold and the reeds are bald. When I came to Hongye Temple in the old days, I thought of Yujingqiu.

Cao Di Lu Hua Wan Li Qiu

Old trees are noisy in western Western jackdaw, and maple leaves and reeds are everywhere. The light during the day should be veiled at noon, and the bead curtain of the painting pavilion is oblique.

Maple leaf reeds are really desolate.

Frosty and cold, Tingting. The reed flowers on the shore are made of snow.

Bai Pingman came back late, and there was frost in autumn on the bank of Luhua.

Just like running water, you can see a fishing boat in the air.

On a cold night, the wind will release Bai Ou.

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Is it enough? Not enough to find again ~

8. What are the poems praising the maple leaf? 1, "the title of red leaves"

Tang Dynasty: Emperor Xuanzong of the Forbidden City

Why did Ah Shui leave in such a hurry, but he was so leisurely all day in the palace?

I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house.

Why is the water running so fast, but the deep palace is idle all day? I politely bid farewell to this red leaf and left here for a free family.

2. "Philip Burkart people, autumn red leaves and yellow flowers"

Song: Yan

Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?

Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.

Translation:

The leaves in the forest have turned red, and Huang Ju is blooming everywhere. Now it is late autumn. I can't help but miss the wanderers thousands of miles away. Clouds on the horizon kept drifting into the distance, and Guiyan didn't send him any news. I don't know where the wanderer is, where can I deliver books?

The more disappointed I am, the more I miss it. I was so sad that I cried at the window. I can't stop crying. I will use it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, until after parting, feelings deepened and tears were even more unbearable. They dripped on the letterhead and even faded the color of the red letterhead.

3. In the mountains

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.

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.

The flow of Jingxi River is getting less and less every day, white stones are exposed on the riverbed, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the red leaves on the branches are getting rarer and rarer. It didn't rain on the winding mountain road, but the dense pine and cypress were foggy and wet, and it seemed to drip down, which wet the clothes of pedestrians.

4. "hiking"

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

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.

The stone path is crooked and oblique from the top of the mountain, and there are several families where the white clouds grow. I stopped the carriage only because I like the night view of Fenglin. Frosted maple leaves are better than bright February flowers.

5, "Youth Tour Lin Fenghong Through the Evening Smoke" Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past twenty years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after it.

The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.

Maple forest is red, and smoke is green at dusk. Every day, we are faced with the gulls in Tingzhou, the water town where we live peacefully, and the sadness of being exiled and drifting everywhere. I love bamboo, and I have been wandering for 20 years, borrowing the name of bamboo. The spring breeze has not yet blown out, the autumn wind has arrived, I am old, and I despise all dust. I just made my life experience into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.

9. The poem describing the red leaves is "green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers", which comes from the fourth and fifth sentences of the ancient poem "Clear sky, clear sand and autumn" by Bai Pu, a poet of the Yuan Dynasty. The full text is as follows:

The lonely village is in the setting sun, and the old tree is in the west of Western jackdaw.

A small flying shadow.

Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

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The sun is gradually sinking in the west, and the sunset glow on the horizon is gradually dissipating, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting the quiet and lonely village in the distance and dragging out long shadows. Light smoke floated into the air, several crows perched on a rickety old tree, and a wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky. Looking around the world, the mountains are blue, white reeds are flying, red maple leaves are gorgeous, and golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

"The white stone rises in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves are sparse in cold weather" comes from the first sentence or two of the ancient poem "In the Mountains" written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei. The full text is as follows:

The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.

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.

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The flow of Jingxi River is getting less and less every day, white stones are exposed on the riverbed, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the red leaves on the branches are getting rarer and rarer. It didn't rain on the winding mountain road, but the dense pine and cypress were foggy and wet, and it seemed to drip down, which wet the clothes of pedestrians.

"The red leaves drift past the pavilion where I drink" comes from the first sentence or two of Xu Hun's ancient poem Autumn Travels in Tongmen Inn in the Tang Dynasty. The full text is as follows:

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.

The color of the trees changes with the passage of time, and I can hear the river looking for the sea.

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

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The late autumn evening wind blows head-on, and the red leaves rustle with the wind. I sat in the Shili Pavilion and drank a glass. Inadvertently, the residual clouds in the sky slowly drifted to Taihua Mountain, and a little rain was scattered on Zhongtiao Mountain with the wind.

"When my brother misinterprets the boat, the red leaves and green hills rush" comes from the first and second sentences of the ancient poem Farewell to Xie Ting written by Xu Hun, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The full text is as follows:

After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward.

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.

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After singing the farewell song, you untie the boat far away. On both sides of the bank, there are green hills, red leaves and water flowing eastward. When dusk came and I woke up, I realized that people had left. It was stormy at this time, and I was the only one who left the West Building alone.

"Philip Burkart people, autumn leaves and yellow flowers" comes from "300 Song Ci Poems". The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?

Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write it gradually. I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless!

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The leaves in the forest have turned red, and Huang Ju is blooming everywhere. Now it is late autumn. I can't help but miss the wanderers thousands of miles away. Clouds on the horizon kept drifting into the distance, and Guiyan didn't send him any news. I don't know where the wanderer is, where can I deliver books? The more disappointed I am, the more I miss it. I was so sad that I cried at the window. I can't stop crying. I will use it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, until after parting, feelings deepened and tears were even more unbearable. They dripped on the letterhead and even faded the color of the red letterhead.

The title of Red Leaves in Western Hills was written by Chen Yi. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:

The red leaves in the western hills are good, and the frost is heavier. The same is true of the revolution, and the struggle sees the hero. Red leaves are everywhere, redder than February flowers. Surrounded by turquoise, anti-violence family. Red leaves are all over the corner of the mountain, and the middle and right colors are hazy. The west wind is on the left bank, cheering all red. Reach for the red leaves, and I'll take the red leaves. Light red and grayish red, don't abandon it. There are red leaves in the book, and the color of red leaves is very good. Please see it every other year. Zhen Hong has not withered. Red leaves fall in the dust, so they are not red at all. Ming Chunhua reappears, full of red and purple eyes. The poem on the red leaves is the red color that praises the revolution. Revolutionary red was everywhere, which scared the poor man to death.

10. Autumn reed ancient poetry pipa line [Tang] Bai Juyi

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

Niannujiao

Zhenbanqiao

First of all, Stone Town

Hanging rock thousands of feet, borrow European knives and axes, cut into battlements.

Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts.

Wang Jun boarded the ship, and he pointed out that the wind was profitable.

A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually.

This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain.

It is called the Six Dynasties to promote the abolition of things, and the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion is broken.

The mountains are desolate, the rivers are running, and the tide is hitting the empty city.

A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind.