Poetry describing variables

1. Verses about variables

Verses about variables 1. Verses about hard work

If a young man does not work hard, an old man will be sad. ——Ancient poem: "Sunflower in the Garden of Youth"

Don't wait for a moment. The young man's head will turn gray, and there will be no sorrow. ——Yue Fei: "The River is Red"

Time, you get twenty-four hours every day, but one day brings wisdom and strength to the diligent people, but leaves only regret to the lazy people . ——Lu Xun

Don’t wait for Xiao Xiao’s hair on the temples! ——Zhu Xuemian: "Feelings" and "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs"

All more accomplished scientific workers are, without exception, experts at utilizing time, and they are all determined to use a large amount of time People who put in a lot of work. ——Hua Luogeng]

People who are good at utilizing time will always find plenty of time. ——Goethe

! Time is the most impartial, giving it to anyone is twenty-four hours; time is also the most impartial, giving it to anyone is not twenty-four hours. —— Huxley

! Time is the most fair and reasonable. It never gives more to anyone. The hard-working can leave time to bunches of fruits, while the lazy can leave their time to gray hair and empty hands. ——Gorky

! Time is a constant, but for those who are diligent, it is a variable. People who use "minutes" to calculate time have fifty-nine times more time. ——Rybakov

! A researcher can live in a shabby alley, eat rough food, wear rags, and not be recognized by society. But as long as he had time, he could persist in scientific research. Once deprived of his free time, he is completely ruined and can no longer contribute to knowledge. ——Cannon

2. Poems about bosom friends

Looking for bosom friends in high mountains and flowing water

How many people can know each other in the world?

Yang If we don't meet unexpectedly, we caress the clouds and feel sorry for ourselves. When we meet in Zhongqi, why should we be ashamed to play the flowing water?

Zhong Ziqi died, and Boya never played the drum or harp for the rest of his life

After the poem

[Tang Dynasty] Jia Dao

Two sentences Three years later,

I groaned and shed tears.

If you don’t appreciate your good friend,

Return to your hometown and sleep in autumn.

The guest who sang the piano during the banquet

[Tang Dynasty] Cui Jue

The five notes on the seven strings are cold,

This art has been difficult to know since ancient times.

Only Henan Fangcilu,

always took pity on Dong Tinglan.

Traveling on the Huaisun Road

[Tang Dynasty] Guanxiu

The light rain in the evening dust has collected, and the cicadas are anxious for the autumn in Chuxiang.

As the moon rises over the sea, several families go upstairs.

The remaining incense and fruits fall off, and the smoke floats on the grass.

Only those who have close friends will sing songs of lovesickness until their heads grow old.

Chengxi, a close friend

[Tang Dynasty] Han Yu

Chengxi, a close friend, can never be separated from others.

It’s not yet dawn when we are walking, and we step on the bright moon with wine.

The Book of Chang'an presents a bosom friend

[Tang Dynasty] Xiang Si

It is not easy to return to the rivers and lakes, and the capital city will always be poor.

There is a confidant alone in the night, but there is no old friend in the heart.

One lamp brings melancholy and dreams, and nine roads are sick in the middle of spring.

In order to ask about ordinary times, there is no way to find out where I was born.

When Yang Yi doesn't meet, he touches Ling Yun and feels sorry for himself; when Zhong Qi meets him, why should he be ashamed to play Liu Shui?

Search for a close friend in the mountains and rivers.

3. Sad Autumn Poems

"Whispers" Xu Zhimo The autumn rain is in a first-class cold autumn pool, in a haggard autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, a piece of yellow On the autumn leaves that have not yet yellowed, I heard him chirping affectionately and whispering about the love affairs and plots of the three autumns. Then I gently brushed him into the autumn halo of the autumn water, swirling and turning, following the autumn flow. go.

The whispers of autumn rain, the sentiments of three autumns, and the plots of love poems also fall into the autumn halo of autumn water and autumn waves, swirling and turning, and follow the autumn flow. (July 21, 1922) "Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo joofoo.net Autumn Moon! Who can withstand the romantic tickling of silver fingertips? I don’t believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea. I can’t help but feel the jade fingers caressing me, wandering there and crying! That's it: the boring clouds and smoke, the beauty of the autumn moon, warmed the heart and cold eyes, and put on light clothes in the cold to participate in this happy marriage and funeral.

(October 6, 1922) Sad Autumn Author: Li Shutong The west wind picks up yellow leaves, and the trees are sparse at dusk. Flowers and affairs are in a hurry, dreams and shadows are far away, who cares about them when they are scattered.

The beautiful face in the mirror, the gray hair on the edge of worry, time makes people grow old, even if there is a thousand gold, even if there is a thousand gold, a thousand gold cannot buy youth.

I don’t know who wrote “Autumn” (another song). Devouring the leaves one by one, biting the dark green into golden, then slowly swallowing it, leaving only the bones trembling in the wind. “Autumn Leaves” Lying in the embrace of the soul and being blown away The wind covered the eyes, the hammer gently swung and hit its head, and finally the heart dropped

Reference materials: ?fr=qrl3 Poems describing autumn The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in Dongting are floating under the leaves. : Describes the breeze blowing.

Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the northern part of today's Hunan Province. Wave: Microwave oscillation.

Konoha: withered yellow leaves. "Nine Songs of Mrs. Xiang" by Qu Yuan of the Chu Dynasty during the Warring States Period. How sad that autumn is full of energy! Desolate. The vegetation is falling and decaying. It is as if you are traveling far away. When you are climbing a mountain and facing the water, you are about to see you off. Desolate: Lonely and depressed.

Liao Li: Desolate. If you are on a long journey: It is like a person on a long journey.

Warring States Chu? Song Yu's "Nine Debates" The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow. The geese return to the south to Han? Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci" The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees sway and dew turns to frost. The Three Kingdoms Wei? Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing" There are many fallen leaves in the Palm Garden, and I am relieved to know that the Autumn Palm Garden is the Palm Lane Courtyard. "Repaying Liu Chaisang" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty The new autumn evening, the moon is about to be full. The distance: describes the long night.

Tingting: distant appearance. Jin? Tao Yuanming's "Encountering Fire in the Sixth Month of the Year of Wushen" The lotus dew is falling, and the willows are sparse in the moon. Lotus: lotus.

"Autumn Thoughts" by Xiao Cui of Qi Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties: Looking out at the cold city, the plain and clear state of Chu is clear. Cold city: The cold has invaded the city gate. Look: look into the distance.

Pingchu: Pingye. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation.

Two sentences describe the scene of early autumn. Southern Qi?

Konoha: leaves. Longshou: The name of the mountain, between today's Shaanxi and Gansu.

Liang Liu Hun's "Poetry on Clothes" of the Southern Dynasties. The grass is low, the fog in Jincheng, the wind at Yumen under the trees. The grass is low: the grass is withered. Kinoshita: The leaves are falling.

Jincheng: The name of an ancient county, located between present-day Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu Province today.

Two sentences describe the cold autumn scenery in the northwest. "Farewell Poems" by Liang Fan Yun of the Southern Dynasties Autumn sounds of trees and cold mountains Autumn sounds: In autumn, the west wind blows, the vegetation falls, and there are many chilling sounds.

Northern Zhou Dynasty? Yu Xin's "Epitaph of the Duke of Zhou Qiao and his wife Bu Lugu" was in September of Wei, and the preface was in the third autumn. Wei: a auxiliary word, meaningless. Order: Season.

Tang Dynasty Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to the Knee King's Pavilion in Hongfu in Autumn" The setting clouds and the lonely birds fly together, the autumn water lasts for a long time and the sky is the same color. Birds: name of the bird, wild duck. Flying together: The setting clouds are falling from the sky, Gu Zhuan is flying from bottom to top, flying high and low together.

One color: The autumn water is blue and reaches the sky, and the sky is blue and reflects the water, forming one color. Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Knees of Hongfu in Autumn" The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only the setting sun. Tang Dynasty Wang Ji's "Ambition" The scenery of the hanging forest is strange, autumn is like Luoyang Spring Tang Dynasty Zhiwen "Shi'an Autumn" "Sun" The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water gurgls: the sound of running water.

Tang Dynasty Wang Wei's "Wangchuan Leisure Life Presents Pei Xiucaidi" White rocks appear in Jingxi River, and the weather is cold and red leaves are sparse. These two sentences describe the scene of late autumn: the stream drops, the white rocks are exposed, and the red leaves fall, leaving not many. Tang Dynasty Wang Wei's "Two Que Titles in the Mountains" The sound of autumn in thousands of bamboo households, the cold color of Wuling pine trees Tang Dynasty Li Qi's "Looking at Qinchuan" The autumn leaves of Jinjing Wutong are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up The frost comes at night Tang Dynasty Wang Changling's "Changxin Autumn Ci" "Five Poems": "The autumn leaves of Jinjing Wutong are yellow, and the bead curtains are not curled up by the night frost.

The jade pillow in the smoked cage has no color, and I lie down and listen to the clear water of the Nangong." The white moon is reflected in the cold pool, and the moss on the autumn rain is like a Tang Dynasty. ?Liu Changqing's "Visit to Zen Master Xiu Shuangfeng Temple" The wild geese are crossing to the south, and the cold Tang Dynasty is on the north wind river? Meng Haoran's "Early Cold River is pregnant" Autumn colors are not far or near, and the Tang Dynasty is cold when you go out? Li Bai's "Gift to the Sihu of Lu" The color of rain is coming to the cold autumn , The wind is strong and clear, the river is refreshing, Tang Dynasty? Li Bai's "Reward Pei Shiyu for seeing the rain when he feels the rain" The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, for which you can enjoy the high-rise building: drink as much as you want.

Cold Tangerine: The cold smoke in autumn makes the orange sleeves feel chilly.

Two sentences describe the wisps of smoke from people’s kitchens, the oranges and pomeloes are dark green, and the sycamores are slightly yellow, presenting a late autumn scene. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Ascend the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" The tall birds are yellow and the clouds are setting, and the cicadas are green and the trees are green in the autumn. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty "The Emperor Cai Wu of Changsha held a drinking banquet to send Yin Liu to join the army and return to Fengzhou to visit the province in the late autumn" The fishermen of Xinsu are still common in Qingqiu The swallow flies to the place where he stays for two consecutive nights.

So: Still. Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Eight Poems on the Rise of Autumn" At the head of the winding river at the mouth of Zhaitang Gorge, thousands of miles of wind and smoke meet the plain autumn. Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Eight Poems on the Rise of Autumn" The autumn sand on the far bank is white, and the mountains are illuminated red at night. Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Five Poems on the Autumn Wilderness" Autumn in the sky Recently, the shadow of the moon in the world is in the Qing Dynasty? Du Fu's "Moon" The high autumn wind howls in August, rolling up the triple thatch on my house Tang? Du Fu's "Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" The long wind blows the cogongrass, and the wild fire burns the withered mulberry and white thatch; thatch.

Describe the scene of the wilderness in late autumn: the strong wind blows the thatch on the field, and the wild fire burns the withered mulberry trees. Tang Cen Shen "Arrived in Daliang but sent a message to the master of Kuang City" The autumn wind is moving thousands of miles, and the sunset is yellow and the clouds are high. Tang Cen Shen "Gongbei Qiu Xing sent a message to Cui Mingyun" The backshine is chaotic and the lumens are clear, and the cold sky is clear. Backshine: evening light, sunset light.

Turbulence: criss-crossing river water. Zhang: steep mountain peak.

Tang Dynasty Qian Qi's "Inscribed on Zhun Master Lan Ruo at Nanshanxi Peak in Qiu" In the sound of autumn leaves, thousands of families are falling in the sun. Falling sun: the setting sun in the west. "Inscribed on Su Gonglin Pavilion" by Qian Qi of the Tang Dynasty Su Yu came to rest in the morning, and the autumn air on the empty mountain was clear. Su Yu: the rain last night.

"A Trip to Maoling Mountain" by Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty.

4. Ancient poems about Xia Yu

Watching the Rising Waters by Wei Yingwu The summer rains are falling all over the place, and the rising waters are muddy at dusk.

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When you come from the north and focus on Jingwei, there is no safe source. The clouds and mountains are all dark, and my heart and soul are palpitating as I wait and see.

The people in the boat are empty, and the storm is running on its own. Farewell to my old friend in Suiyang, Zhang Wei. When I was a young traveler, I still felt like my hometown when I visited Liang.

The city is in battle formation, and the characters hate their lives. The mulberry strips are green in the summer rain, and the wheat ears are yellow in the autumn wind.

I have books but no place to send them, so I send you some clothes. Taking a late step to the Yangtze River and visiting Nantang to look at the end of the sand Liu Yuxi Huaihai often rains in summer, but the weather begins to clear at dawn.

When depression comes, lonely clouds will appear thousands of miles away. The low dampness is noisy and turbid for a long time, and when it is opened, it is empty and clear.

Visiting Guangling County and leaving Linjiang City at night. There are green poplar trees in the suburbs and bright sand islands in the river.

When the sun is gone, I go to the boat to hear the sound of the legacy. The country and the country are vast and vast, and the mind and eyes are filled with doubts.

The leisurely feeling of Beijing and the longing for the distant future. On the mountain at dusk, two birds are flying.

After the summer rain, I wrote "Green Holland Ruo". The breeze suddenly blew through the lotus leaves, and mercury poured out from the sapphire plate.

Xia Yu Xue Neng Wherever the world ends, wind and thunder are credited together. The sound of going away was urgent, and the remaining body was leaning against the building.

The red leaves are hanging from the trees, and the flowers are falling from the dust. Xiaoxiang has endless thoughts, and I can take a leisurely look at Jianjia.

Xia Yu Wang Jia not only relieves drought and heat, but also likes to save people. The sky and the earth are like steaming and wet, and the garden is like spring.

Wash the wind and clear the pillow mat, and lose the dust after changing the night. In the hope of a good harvest, Mr. Tian smiles at people.

In the summer, Pei Lushi went to the North Pavilion to escape the summer heat. The forest in front of me stopped from the summer rain and gave me a cool breeze. Outside the summer heat in the room, there are clear views of the mountains.

Forgetting to return to the wild water, Xu Yunhong is adaptable. Xiao Sandu, Cao Li, will also be the same as those who are quiet.

Xia Yu Qi Ji Xi The rain is covering the sky, and it is dark from one side. At that time, it was disinfected and there was coolness everywhere.

Although the sound of attaching things is violent, it is nourishing and long-lasting. The sudden red flash of lightning flashes, and the slightly white dew of the setting sun.

Answering prayers is extremely rare, even if it lasts for ten days. Listen to the noisy bamboo trees, and immediately see the swollen pond.

All kinds of sounds cease to appear, and all the colors of the peaks are hidden. Decayed Tuo came to the cave, and sweat poured into Xiaoxiang.

Happy Summer Rain, Qi Ji. The shadows of clouds in the surrounding suburbs merge together, and the sound of rain comes from thousands of miles away. Wash away all the redness and return the pure energy.

The gurgling waves are floating in Chudian, and the dew trees are scattered on the Jingtai. If you want to be gifted, you can follow the car.

Heavy Rain Lu You The business is good this year, and God will answer your prayers. Even though it rains every now and then, you will always be happy if you look forward to it. In the thousands of miles of land, all the rice seedlings are being planted in April.

It rained for three days in the summer, and it was so depressing and refreshing that I almost forgot about it. The pool of water is like a blocked river, and the breaking of water is like opening a gate. There are a few frogs scurrying around, and there are only geese and ducks swimming in the courtyard.

Fish beside the house are caught, and gulls can be caught outdoors. The flying firefly is the most proud, opening and closing by itself at night.

The sound of rustling wild cattails is like a boat being caught. Sighing, I also endured things and sat firmly on the couch full of books.

It is known that the harvest is sufficient for Fu La. Meeting with Zhang Zhihe, the breeze filled the air.

Xia Yu Lu You A gentle breeze rises from the lakeside, and a heavy rain comes at the end of the day. The mosquitoes and flies suddenly retreated, and the pines and bamboos were revived.

Strange sounds gather in the empty court, and refreshing air grows fine kudzu. Although Suqiu is still far away, the joy of chatting makes the lungs thirsty.

The dust and sand wash away, the grass and trees wake up, and the ditches and rivers are flowing with boats and boats.

The creation is even more spectacular, with a rainbow hanging from the sky thousands of feet across the sea. At the beginning of the summer rain, Ji inscribed on the wall of the studio, Lu You. The catalpa flowers and neem flowers illuminate the eyes, and the secluded person is wearing light clothes after bathing.

The swallows lower themselves to the ground and the ground is not full, and the magpie sings several times when it is near the eaves. The sun disappears forever through the windows of the chess building, and the sun shines brightly in the courtyard where the silk is dried.

Suddenly he was frightened for five days, so he took a strand of winding tube and hung him flat. Xia Yutan Lu You The lintel of the entrance to the snail house touches the forehead, and the yellow mud wall is made of a turtle sign.

It’s raining heavily and the water is flowing. I want to go up the stairs. I lie down and listen to the pattering of ducks. The rice slaves who bought the rice high in the day have not returned, and they sit down knowing that the thin rice has not been asked for.

Who is to blame for the inability to cultivate shortcuts to achieve official status and to get out of pocket? The crisis of wealth and wealth is terrible, and there is no first solution in this world. Although there is something in my heart, a few words can help me live in the world.

Xia Yu Chen Yuyi After a few days of the dog days, sitting around makes people feel dizzy. A cloud suddenly moves to the west, and the trees in the garden create a beautiful scene.

In a blink of an eye, there are thousands of silver bamboos, which are spectacular and strange. God is always a master, and his smile lasts forever.

Lord Long, don’t worry, it will be over soon. Xiu Zhutian changed, but still half-shadowed by the window.

Summer Rain at Kaiyuan Temple in Liuzhou Lu Benzhong The wind and rain are like late autumn, and the crows return to the door to hide behind the monks. When the clouds are deep, you can’t see the beauty of thousands of rocks, but when the water rises, you can first hear the flow of thousands of valleys.

The bell calls the dream back to the sky and looks back in despair, and the letter is passed down from person to person until it rises and falls. His face is like Tian and his name is not my prime minister. I don’t want to envy Banchao for his title of lord.

Xia Yu Lu You The east wind blows rain up the stream, and clouds emerge from the northern mountains in response. It rained for three days in the city of Yanzhou, and it rained continuously from morning to night.

The bottom of the seedlings has always been dry and cracking, and the white water has filled the valley. The dolphin's shoulder is covered with beans, and the shaman is drunk and full, and the dragon bones are hung on the wall, and the farmers are playing.

This year’s silkworm and wheat harvest have doubled, and the cocoons are as big as two wheat urns. It's like this when Xicheng is in sight. He returns home and sings Chunxi.

Xia Yu Lu You Suddenly heard sparse raindrops on the treetops, and saw oily clouds filling the surrounding suburbs. In the den of the first disciples of the ants, the king and his ministers, the ringing dove and his wife are fighting for the nest.

New rice is moved everywhere when building a fence, and broken crops are repaired in every house. It is worthy of ridicule that this old man sleeps beautifully, but his filial piety first allows him to be ridiculed.

The lower leaves are full of light, and the higher leaves are clear of drought and light. The secluded studio is floating in the mat, and the extreme water is flowing back to the Qiang.

Moss grows on the steps and gets wet, and the flowers in the garden are damaged. Idle thoughts make me strong, and singing makes me sad.

5. Poems about the festival

1. Poems about New Year's Eve:

"New Year's Eve"

Song Wen Tianxiang

The world is empty, and the years are gone;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of snow and frost.

Life is about to end with the years, and the body is forgotten;

There is no need to slaughter Su Meng again, and the night is still young.

2. Poems about the Spring Festival:

"Yuan Ri"

Song Wang Anshi

The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.

Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old ones.

3. Related Poems about the Lantern Festival:

"Lantern Festival"

Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty

Last year on Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.

The moon Arrive at the top of the willow tree and meet people after dusk.

This year’s Lantern Festival, the moon and the lamp are still the same.

I don’t see the people from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.

6. Poems about homesickness

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown.

Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.

The moon is the brightness of my hometown, and people are my relatives.

You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown.

I am sitting on a high mountain, looking at my hometown. My hometown is invisible and can never be forgotten.

Between Jingkou and Guazhou, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze comes to the south bank of the Yangtze River again. When will the bright moon shine on me again?

When the young man left home and his elder brother returned, his local accent remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.

The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and after winter comes spring again. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone.

Where can I find the hometown book? It is near Yanluoyang.

I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers.

It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou. When I return home, I remember Xianyang day and night. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown.

7. Poems about autumn

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning to frost. ——Cao Pi, Wei Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms, "Yan Ge Xing"

The autumn wind is moving thousands of miles, and the yellow clouds are high at dusk. ——Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty, "A Letter to Cui Mingyun from Gongbei in Autumn"

The rain path is green and weedy, and the frost garden has many red leaves. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Sima's House"

The mountains are bright and the water is clear, frost comes at night, and several trees turn deep red and turn light yellow. ——Liu Yuxi's "Two Autumn Poems" of the Tang Dynasty

The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the green waves are rising in the west wind. ——Li Jing of the Southern Tang Dynasty, "Huanxi Sand"

The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are green with cold smoke. ——"Su Muzhe" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty

The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch Altair and Vega. ——Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Autumn Evening"

The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Su Luo's Pavilion to Remind Cui Yong and Cui Gun"

The setting sun in the isolated village is covered with light smoke, jackdaws on the old trees, and a shadow of a flying red bird. ——(Yuan Dynasty) Bai Pu's "The Sky is Pure and the Sand is Autumn"

8. Poems about Autumn

Autumn Rain - the tall buildings are full of dusk, and the sycamore leaves are swaying with rain.

Autumn night - I can't find the sound of autumn when I wake up, and the steps are covered with phoenix leaves and the sun shines brightly.

The sound of autumn - I haven’t realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the phoenix leaves in front of the steps have already sounded the sound of autumn.

Autumn Leaves - The wind blows the bamboos in the deep night, and the sound of thousands of leaves is filled with hatred.

Autumn color - the new moss in the urn damaged by rain is green, and the leaves in the horizontal forest are red in autumn.

Autumn Moon - The moonlight soaks into the water and soaks into the sky, creating a clear and bright atmosphere that echoes with each other.

Autumn chrysanthemum - I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow down in the north wind.

Qiu Si——There is no news about my old friend thousands of miles away, so I went to the river to ask Duanhong.

Autumn Sorrow - There is no way that I am always free, and I write about my sorrow every night with my solitary lamp.

Autumn - the west wind blows leaves all over the lakeside, and I am so excited to change into autumn clothes for the first time.

Autumn Embrace - It’s a sigh of passage when I go out, and I see the leaves flying by the lake.

Autumn Dream——The first time I return to Qingmeng in the late autumn night, there is a burning lamp in front of my bed.

Memories of Autumn - The anvil and pestle beat the moon in the deep lane, and the sycamore trees shook down in the autumn of my hometown.

Autumn Enlightenment - Everyone explains the tragic events of autumn, but it is not like the poet who knows them thoroughly.

Taste of Autumn - Crickets alone know that autumn is early, and bananas are raining heavily.

9. Poems about the Beginning of Autumn

"The Book of Songs" Gourd Leaves

Gourd leaves with flags and flags, gather them and prosper. A gentleman has wine, so he can taste it as he pleases. .

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 track is 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

When the wind blows a leaf, everything is startled by autumn. I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about my 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.

"Falling 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 that does not wait 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.

"One Leaf Falls" by Bai Juyi

The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has begun. Cold and temperature, as well as 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.

"Drunk to the Red Leaves" by 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.

"Leng Tao of Sophora japonica Leaves" by Du Fu

The green and tall sophora japonica leaves are picked and handed to the Chinese chef. New noodles come 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 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.

"Cold dew is seen on the leaves of the phoenix tree on a moonlit night" 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 Falls" by Li Cunzhen

One leaf falls, and the beads are on the 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 is full of dew. Sow seeds in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.

"The title of "The banyan leaves have fallen off in February in Liuzhou" Liu Zongyuan

The thoughts of official affairs are so sad and 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 on. 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.

"Falling Leaves" Qi Ji

It's 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.

"Falling Leaves" by 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" by Wu Rong

The dew-stained frost dries lightly, and becomes 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

Looking at the yellow leaves with a white head, the complexion of the face is complex. Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song.

"Frost Leaves Flying" A Thousand Miles Away

The clouds are hanging down to the ground, the embankments are full of smoke, and Yan Hong is crossing 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 Maimai, separation and resentment. 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, chasing pleasure and seeking rewards, arriving first before others fall 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.

"Looking in the Mirror the Day Before the Beginning of Autumn" Li Yi

Everything is outside the body, but life is in the mirror. Only the snow on my temples will face the autumn wind tomorrow.

"The Beginning of Autumn" Linghu Chu

In ordinary days, there is much hatred, but in the new autumn it is easy to be sad. Yan's words are like saying goodbye, and Liu's meaning has faded.

Serving the country is of no use, and there is no time to return home. The old smell in my heart feels like it was last year.

"Reminiscences of Yuanjiu in Qujiang on the Beginning of Autumn" by Bai Juyi

Dismounting from the horse, under the willow shade, he walked up the embankment alone. Old friends thousands of miles away, new cicadas chirp every now and then.

The city is surrounded by Qujiang River, and Jiangling City is above the river. The new autumn thoughts of the two places should be the same as this day.

The Beginning of Autumn [Song Dynasty] Liu Han

The crows of breasts scattered across the jade screen, a pillow with a fresh coolness and a fan of wind. When I woke up, I couldn't find the sound of autumn, but the full moonlit sky was filled with parasol trees.

Three days bring one autumn, and there are twenty-four autumns.

Looking into the Mirror the Day Before the Beginning of Autumn [Tang Dynasty] Li Yi

Everything is outside the body, but life is in the mirror. But with the snow on my temples, I will face the autumn wind tomorrow.