This poem about Qiu Si is not sad.

1. Speaking of Qiu Si's poems or ancient poems, autumn is really a season that can make people think deeply. Not to mention the blue sky that suddenly became high and clear.

Cool, needless to say, the heavy harvest makes people linger. It's just that colorful trees have knocked over the palette, so that

Some people think autumn is really a beautiful season. You see, in autumn, the sky is so blue and high, and there is not a trace of impurities in the blue.

The heart is pure as water. The autumn wind, without the heat of summer, is slowly cool and refreshing. Flowers in autumn are more beautiful than those in summer.

More colorful, fully display the beauty of life.

Autumn comes slowly, and summer goes away gradually, eliminating the drowsy heat of summer, making people feel refreshed and then calm down.

It's obvious that the weather is getting cold, but it's not cold. Is refreshing, just like the mood at the moment, with endless autumn, even

My mind is golden yellow. This season should be crisp in autumn, with clear clouds and clear winds. Although it is not as late as autumn, we can't see the mountains and plains.

The flaming maple leaf seems to be full of bright red, with a faint sad heart, and it is filled with flaming sunshine at once.

I feel that my chest is full of the power of heat and hope, just like life burning like a fire, even in the gray and cold seasons, it has been generated.

Strong impulse.

I like autumn, like the depth of autumn; Like the vastness of autumn; Like the maturity of autumn; I like the stability of autumn ... although autumn is not as rich as spring.

Machine; Nothing is more enthusiastic than summer; It's not as soft and cool as winter, but in my heart autumn is real, plain, unpretentious and unpretentious.

Yes, it's beautiful. Twilight, silent mood, sad tears and homesickness are vast. Here it is.

This ethereal autumn has made my heart find a tranquility and a long-lost warmth in impetuousness. Like autumn, like autumn.

The sunshine in the sky; Like bleak autumn; Like the golden color of autumn; I like wandering in the street, looking at passing cars and lines with lazy thoughts.

People; Being in the crowd, let your mood gradually dissolve into wonderful reverie. Put your hands in your pockets and look at the blue sky.

White clouds, whispering, leisurely and happy.

Love autumn, not only because of its beauty, but also because it is the harvest season. After spring sowing in summer sowing, autumn inspection.

It's time to test the results. In the countryside, farmers are busiest in autumn. Whether to hand in a blank sheet of paper will be revealed at this time. Plant a millet in spring,

Ten thousand seeds were harvested in autumn. Nature always favors hardworking people. As long as you are willing to work hard, God will always offer the best harvest.

With you. Countless fruits are condensed with many expectant eyes, and golden harvest is full of many longings. In autumn, farmers laughed.

It's sweet, and the dream is sweet.

The spring of life is precious, but don't worry about how to preserve it. Even if you can't eat solid fruit in autumn, you don't.

You can be intoxicated in the misty field of vision, escape from difficulties and confusion, cherish everything with full passion and belief, and don't go too far.

It is enough to be hard on yourself, as long as you prove your uniqueness with your words and deeds. Suddenly want to say: I am a layman, and the layman has its own layman.

The happiness and happiness of the laity, even if I can't become a flower, then be a green leaf, and decorate the gorgeous years with that green, it is still a piece.

Have some sincerity. In this case, Qiu Ju's heart is not full of sadness! "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." Not sad every autumn,

But to face everything with a philosophical attitude. Liu Yuxi's T can't help but enlighten people. Although natural autumn means the end, and people

The autumn of life is not just the end. I know, in fact, my life can also start in autumn. Yes, since autumn.

I missed a season, but as long as I devote myself wholeheartedly and face it bravely, there will still be a fruitful autumn of my own.

2. Poetry related to Qiu Si Xiao Yan

Melancholy Qiu Si

When the waves are clear and the flow rate is low,

It's early morning in Hualin.

Lotus dew falls,

Willow is sparse in the middle of the month.

Wei Yan's quilt,

Zhao Liudai Huang Tuo.

Acacia stops,

Dream of being far away from home.

Bai Juyi

Melancholy Qiu Si

Sleep at night and dream less, beginning of autumn thought.

Lonely and sunny, depression comes early and cold.

Birds live in red leaves and the moon shines with moss.

Besides, I am middle-aged and over 32 years old in the mirror.

Du Mu

Melancholy Qiu Si

The heat removed the pliers, and it floated in the autumn for half an hour.

See you in the drizzle pond.

Short hair is not enough to comb, and the pillow is cold and lazy.

I have divided this in my life, and there is nothing unfair about it.

Lipper

Melancholy Qiu Si

The spring sun is like yesterday, and the trees sing orioles. The grass grows at dusk and the cool wind blows.

Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chickens are sad. Sit and rest in sorrow, and the Millennium withers and blooms.

There are many ancient poems about Qiu Si about Qiu Si. Generally speaking, most of China's ancient poems are mainly about sad autumn, but there are also some optimistic poems. Among them, there are many poems named Qiu Si.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

(Yuan) Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin.

The sun went down,

And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.

Southern and Northern Dynasties

Xiao Yan

Melancholy Qiu Si

When the waves are clear and the flow rate is low,

It's early morning in Hualin.

Lotus dew falls,

Willow is sparse in the middle of the month.

Wei Yan's quilt,

Zhao Liudai Huang Tuo.

Acacia stops,

Dream of being far away from home.

Bai Juyi

Melancholy Qiu Si

Sleep at night and dream less, beginning of autumn thought.

Lonely and sunny, depression comes early and cold.

Birds live in red leaves and the moon shines with moss.

Besides, I am middle-aged and over 32 years old in the mirror.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Melancholy Qiu Si

The sunset glow is red, and the clear sky is better than the blue.

There are different animal shapes and clouds, bowing on the third day of the month.

The goose misses the north, and the anvil is full of water.

The smell of gloomy autumn is easy to understand before you get old.

the Tang Dynasty

Baorong

Melancholy Qiu Si

Chu Keqiu was sadder and the emperor was silent. When it's okay, my life and my body are different.

Good times, like birds, have changed back into stories. Waste autumn will be returned, and the ice will be frozen.

Life is not old, and Fahua can avoid it. I feel that I cherish my prime, and my prime is not expensive.

Although I have worked hard in my life, it is difficult to achieve glory. Just to hit the horn song, but ashamed to carve the sword.

My teacher doesn't say anything about life. I'm grateful if I think about it.

the Tang Dynasty

Du Mu

Melancholy Qiu Si

The heat removed the pliers, and it floated in the autumn for half an hour.

See you in the drizzle pond.

Short hair is not enough to comb, and the pillow is cold and lazy.

I have divided this in my life, and there is nothing unfair about it.

the Tang Dynasty

yellow peach

Melancholy Qiu Si

The green ape cries at night, and the new autumn rain falls into the sky.

Who loves the bright moon and sits in a boat?

the Tang Dynasty

Lipper

Melancholy Qiu Si

The spring sun is like yesterday, and the trees sing orioles. The grass grows at dusk and the cool wind blows.

Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chickens are sad. Sit and rest in sorrow, and the Millennium withers and blooms.

the Tang Dynasty

Lipper

Melancholy Qiu Si

Swallow branches and yellow leaves fall, and my concubine looks at the platform. Yun Lan broke at sea, and autumn scenery came.

Hu Bing went to Shaguan, and Han Shi went to Guanguan. If you don't come back for a day, the grass will be destroyed.

melancholy autumn thoughts

(Tang)

Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,

The writer's book is full of meaning.

I can't talk about it in a hurry

Pedestrians came and opened again.

If you read carefully, you will find that most of these ancient poems are endowed with sadness, which is the common feature of ancient Qiu Si themes. There are some exceptions, such as Liu Yuxi.

Two autumn ci poems

Liu Yuxi

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.

The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.

Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.

In these two songs, they showed a very positive feeling about autumn. Of course, these are also the portrayal of the author's personality.

4. An ancient poem about Qiu Si: The fisherman is proud of Qiu Si.

fan zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.

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When it comes to Fan Zhongyan, it is easy for people to think of his masterpiece "The Story of Yueyang Tower" and seldom think of his words. Similarly, because of the article, most people recognize him as a composition officer, but rarely regard him as a military commander. This word can make up for this ignorance.

From the first year of Song Kangding (1040) to the third year of Li Qing (1043), Fan Zhongyan was appointed as the well-known deputy envoy of Shaanxi Jinglve and Yanzhou. According to historical records, when he was guarding the northwest frontier, he not only strictly ordered the soldiers to be taken care of, but also attracted all Qiang people to accept him, which was deeply feared by Xixia, saying that he "had tens of thousands of armour soldiers in his belly." This poem named "Qiu Si" is a fisherman's pride and a sentimental work when he was in the army.

The last picture depicts the nature of the autumn scenery. The word "different" dominates the characteristics of all scenery: wild geese flying south early in Qiu Lai, horns mixed with the howling of wind and horses, long smoke rising all over the mountains, isolated city closed to Japan and China, sinking in the west ... The author painted a lonely and desolate bird's eye view of the frontier fortress with almost thick lines. In particular, the poem "Long smoke and sunset red" naturally reminds people of the famous sentence in Wang Wei's "To the Fortress": "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." -frontier fortress, although it has been washed away by the long river of history, still leaves the same mark in the pen of ancient poets.

The next song is lyrical, expressing the sadness of border guards and soldiers. Holding a glass of turbid wine, I think of my hometown thousands of miles away, but if my troubles have not subsided, how can I talk about going home? Plus, there is frost everywhere, and the sound of Qiangdi is broken. How can people fall asleep? Soldiers can only worry about their black hair and shed muddy tears. Here, the author combines the direct expression of the soul with the lyricism of borrowing scenery, expressing the feelings of the soldiers in the border area who are hard to get income and homesick for serving the country.

Throughout the poem, the artistic conception of the poem is open and desolate, and the image is vivid and distinct, which reflects the scenes that the author personally heard, saw and experienced, and expresses the true feelings of the author himself and the soldiers guarding the border. It is really touching to read.

5. Poetry is about autumn, not sadness, clearing sand and autumn.

Yuan dynasty: Zhu

The phoenix tree in the yard has lost all its leaves, and the lotus in the water has lost its charm during the day. I seem to know the poet, my mind. A frosty red leaf left the branch and flew near. Let me write a poem.

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Before the hospital, the leaves of the buttonwood tree all fell, and the lotus in the water had long lost its charm. As if knowing the poet's mind. The leaves of the red frost flew away from the branches and flew to me to write poems for me.

The moon is bright and bright.

Han Dynasty: Anonymous

The bright moon shines that night, promoting the singing of the East Wall.

Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.

Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.

In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died peacefully.

Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.

If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.

There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.

What's the use of not having a solid name?

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The bright moonlight shines in the night sky, and crickets chirp from time to time in the east corner.

The jade star in the Big Dipper has pointed to Meng Dong, and many stars in the sky are so shining.

The crystal dew has covered the weeds on the ground, and it's summer in Qiu Lai.

Qiu Chan's intermittent chirp came from the branches. I don't know where the swallow is going.

In the past, my fellow friends who walked hand in hand with me have already soared.

But they don't miss our friendship at all, just as pedestrians dislike footprints and me!

Neither invivo nor the Big Dipper can be used to hold things and pour wine, nor can Altair be used to pull carts with yokes!

No matter how good the friendship is, it can't be rock solid. What's the use of thinking about the cold world in name only?

6. About writing autumn sounds, autumn colors, Qiu Si's poems, autumn sounds, Bai Juyi's miscellaneous songs, ditties, new words, fresh palaces, autumn sounds and fragile orchestral strings.

Wise to a thousand years old, like this year. Su Xiang Fen, the north wind blows white clouds, and Wan Li crosses the river.

When the mood falls, the autumn sound can't be heard. One hundred untitled poems in Qian Qi's "Jiang Xing" (written by Xie Qian) are sleeping soundly. Ye Zhou is light, and the wind is light and the waves are not stormy.

Let the reed bank, autumn sounds all night. Bai Juyi stayed alone in the early autumn, with cool leaves and the sound of autumn in the neighboring pestle.

A person sleeps under the eaves and sleeps in half a bed. Bai Juyi's ditty, two new words, a palace with fresh colors, and a crisp orchestral sound in autumn.

Wise to a thousand years old, like this year. Liu Yanshi beginning of autumn quit filariasis this morning, and ShangBiao was already surprised.

Clouds gather summer colors and autumn leaves move. Yin Yaofan's "Two Songs on the River" is in Cangzhou color, and the sound of Qiuyu Gorge is long.

It was because of the river last month that I felt Xunyang. Pi Rixiu and Lu Wangfeng wrote three autumn poems on the river, named after the waves.

If the headwind is still there, if you can't be sentimental. Xie Qian's river trip is unnamed. A hundred songs sleep well, the boat is light, the wind is small and the waves are not stormy.

Living on the reed bank, autumn sounds all night. The lyrics of Xue Neng's Zaqu Yang Liuzhi Luoqiao Sunny Shadows River boats, and the autumn sound of Qiangdi is wet and smoky.

I'm going to have an office dinner in the pool, and the water is setting. Liu Yuxi boarded the Qinghui Building, Xunyang River was full of colorful tides, and Li Pengqiu Yan sent it.

Seeing Lushan Mountain in the south was a great success. Bai Juyi used to live on the far wall, and the sound of autumn insects was winding, and the new shadow on the eaves was low.

The curtain of the bed is half broken, and it's still cold early and late. In Duane County, there are occasionally two Qiu Ge songs, both of which are stirred by centrifugation, with deep dreams and deep rain.

Since the big leaves on the steps, why should we mourn? Snow can fold ten willows, Luoqiao clear shadow covers the river boat, Qiangdi autumn sound wet smoke.

I'm going to have an office dinner in the pool, and the water is setting. The golden locks on the three doors of the Huaqing Palace in Cuilu, the sound of sunset and autumn on the waterfront.

When the red leaves go down the mountain, they are cold and silent, wet clouds are like dreams, and rain is like dust. Cao Ye listens to Liu Zunshi playing the piano. He used to listen to cicadas in the clear sea alone and spring scenery in the empty night.

Unlike the quiet place of Zhaitang, the autumn sound grows on the seven strings. The night scene of Jinling in Gaochan, accompanied by the clouds returning to the evening, is still accompanied by the sunset.

There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted. Li Zhong is lazy in singing birds in secluded paths and endures stepping on moss.

Unlike listening behind closed doors, autumn sounds rain into the porch. Shen Bin said, "The dusk leaves the altar grass, and the bell rings the autumn sound and enters the temple." .

("Pan Tianxi talks about the ancient view with the same topic" and "Talking about the elegance of the county pavilion") Miracle discovered the autumn Lian Yue tree in Yangdao, and the grass color was all over Tingzhou. Be a guest when you are in trouble, and no one goes upstairs.

Clouds are thin and rainy, and wild Jiujiang flows. To go to the Southern Dynasties, the poets and monks took a break.

Ding Xianzhi crossed the Yangtze River to see the middle stream, and the two sides were empty and bright. Yangzi Post Station is in the open space of the forest, and Runzhou City stands in the mountains opposite it.

At the end of the sea is a dark and quiet sea, and the river surface is chilly from the north wind. I even smell the autumn sound under the wind and leaves.

Han Yi's topic Su Ting (Qian Qi's poems) was in Dongting, especially in the bamboo forest period. In the voice of Ye Qiu, thousands of people took pictures.

The door is quiet and the alley is deep, but the window is too far away and the clock is too late. The guest room is covered with moss, and Yi Yi writes poems.

Ling Huchu said on the 9th that she was pregnant on the 29th, that is, Chongyang, the sky was high and the clouds were pale, and the wild chrysanthemums were yellow. On this recent day, it was mostly in other places.

There are thousands of sunsets, and Qiu Yan and his party. Don't look up to it, lest you break the old man's intestines.

Jiao Ran sent back to the Yangtze River for a light and far battle, and even Gu Ting went. Autumn is full of willows and dusk surrounds the suburbs.

Smoke and water shake, mountains and waters are green. In July, Emperor Shunzong, the Great Sage Yuan Zhen, played three lyrics (left), which made people sad and desolate.

Feather instrument crosses the lane and turns to the city. The color of the tomb is early, and the autumn sound is new.

I don't know how to live forever. Zuyong crossed Quzheng Road to Xiangrong Valley. It was sunny and sunny.

Fine smoke is born in water, and the full moon is in the boat. Tourists on the shore are weaving, and autumn sounds are chaotic.

It's cool to masturbate while traveling. Li Jie looks at Qinchuan, Qinchuan looks at him, and the sunrise is the Oriental Peak.

The weather is fine, and the mountains and water in the distance are clear and clean, so you can see it clearly; Chang' an city is winding and layered. Autumn wind blows, bamboo forests of every household are whispering, and the pine forests of Wuyue Mountain are covered with a layer of cool color.

I have to sigh, it's cold and dew here, so I'd better go back. On autumn nights in Wang Changling and the town, Shi Huai will be exposed to dew, damaging vegetation, and the mountain wind will blow very cold at night.

Friends and relatives from afar are happy to send clouds. Guo Waiqiu is in a hurry, and the moonlight on the edge of the city is residual.

The lyre is farsighted, and he was shot. Autumn Wang Huazigang birds are not poor, even the mountains are autumn.

Up and down the Huazigang, what a melancholy feeling. Du Fu's Twelve Sorrow Poems are also autumn on the river, and the fire clouds do not move.

There are still brocade trees in Wushan and orioles in the south. One hundred Untitled Poems of the Former Qihe River (by Xie Qian). The autumn water is quiet, and the clouds are high with the setting sun.

Poetry addiction is not my disease, why not suck short hair. Bai Yunfei Shu, don't say goodbye. Today, after the mountain is clear, cicadas and chrysanthemums bloom.

Go upstairs to see autumn scenery, where is the most lovesick? Du Muchang's watchtower in Anqiu leans against the frost tree, but there is not a spark in the mirror.

Autumn is so lofty and boundless, compared with the height of the mountain, the momentum is difficult to distinguish. Cheng Jiangjiangfeng is even more depressed and does not compete with Song Junyi.

A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors. Xiangyi female topic Yuquan creek red leaves drunk autumn colors, Bixi plays night strings.

Good days are no longer possible, and the wind and rain are unbearable. The female post building in central Hunan recites poems, mangroves are drunk in autumn, and Bixi plays the piano at night.

Good days are no longer possible, and the wind and rain are unbearable. Zhao Wei said that the old pavilion is autumn, and beaded embroidery is a teenager.

(For the above, see "Subject-Object Diagram") Wu Zhu and Song Ci's bronze bird prostitute Qiu Xiling are full of green grass, and their strings are urgent. You can't dance with long sleeves, but you are tearful to the wind.

Li Jiayou's zaqu lyrics are unbearable in autumn on the Cangwu River, and Di Zi's soul is broken for thousands of years. Look at the bamboo on the peak, which is covered with ChristianRandPhillips's tears.

* * * Zage, breaking thousands of doors tonight, Qing, Wan Li Tianhe car bottom well. In autumn, the stars shine and the wind chimes ring with frost.

Li Bai accompanied Shi Langshi, assistant minister of the imperial clan's uncle's punishment department, and Jia Sheren, the national scholar, to visit the Dongting five-character poem, looking at the Chu River in the west and not seeing the clouds in the south. In the sunset, Changsha is far in autumn, and I don't know where to hang the Xiang army.

Lu Lun's "Eternal Ci-Tai Dian" has a faint color in late autumn, and Wang Chu gave him a six-palace costume. It's too early for the boat to go home and it's too early to send talented people to fight and kill.

Assistant Minister Wang returned to the town (eight poems by Assistant Minister Wei), stepping lightly on his hometown, and it was bright in autumn scenery at dusk. Old people go to drink and worship at the same time, so they have to wait on middle school students.

Liu Yuxi's Taicheng is nostalgic for the Qingjiang River, where to find the legacy of the Six Dynasties. The palace walls are hidden in the wild, and storks sing in the autumn night.

Li Ti Temple is Dai Qing's former residence. There are thousands of trees on two cliffs, and several feet of ice in a cold spring. Ask Dai Jushi, Wild Smoke autumn scenery is hilly.

Yong, who lives in the suburbs, lives in a poetic courtyard, with red leaves falling and the sound of piano surrounding the dark spring. It's sunny outside and crisp in autumn.

Qiu Si is a homesick poem written by Zhang Ji, a famous poet in Tang Dynasty, to Qiu Si. This poem expresses the depth of homesickness by describing the feelings before and after writing a letter. It is deep and shallow, and there are twists and turns in tenderness. At first glance, it is just a few words, but it has infinite meaning.

Tang zhangji

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.

When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

Time: Qiu Si in Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Bai

Works: Qiu Si

The spring sun is like yesterday, and the trees sing orioles. The grass grows at dusk and the cool wind blows.

Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chickens are sad. Sit and rest in sorrow, and the Millennium withers and blooms.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin.

The sun went down,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.