Ancient poems about autumn in junior high school

Du fu in Tang dynasty

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

Su Muzhe's nostalgia

Fan Zhongyan in Song Dynasty

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

Yuminao

Fan Zhongyan in Song Dynasty

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.

Autumn ci, the first song

Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty

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.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Mount Emei Yuege

Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected. In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.

establishment and reign of a kingdom

Wang Ji in Sui Dynasty

Looking at the dusk in Gaodong, I want to rely on it. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.

Eight Poems in Autumn, Part I

Du fu in Tang dynasty

Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak. Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog. Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.

Du fu in Tang dynasty

The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Autumn wind ci

Liu Che in Han Dynasty

Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it. Pan-built boats to help Fenhe River, wandering around. Flute drums sing, joys and sorrows. When will you be young?

Tang San dong Hu Zuo

Wei Zhuang in Tang Dynasty

The pond is full of autumn water, and ten acres of ling flowers are clear in the night mirror. JD.COM Xinqiao Heng? Sleep where there is grass on the shore. When the lake falls, the toad casts a night spirit, and Hà Thu waves. What is the most exciting place to add poetry? At dusk, misty rain makes frogs croak.

In the mountains.

Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty

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.

Cunhang

Wang Yucheng in Song Dynasty

The horse crossed the chrysanthemum and crossed the mountain road, leaving the horse to walk freely. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset. The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown!

Qiu Shengfu

Ouyang xiu in song dynasty

Ouyang Zi was reading at night when he heard a voice coming from the southwest. He was horrified and said, "What a surprise!" " At first, it dripped with Xiao Sa, but suddenly it rushed and bumped, such as night terrors in stormy waves, and the wind and rain suddenly came. It touches things, jingles, and gold and iron ring; Another example is a soldier, walking towards the enemy, scurrying with a medal in his hand, not listening to orders, only hearing the voices of people and horses. Yu said to the boy, "What's that noise? You watch. " The boy said, "The stars and the moon are bright, the Ming River is in the sky, and the trees are silent." Yu Yue said, "Alas! Why do you come here to listen to the sound of autumn? Gai Fuqiu's behavior is also like this: its color is dim and smoke gathers; Its capacity is clear, the sky is high and the sun is shining; Its qi is bitter and bitter, which makes people bones and muscles; Its meaning is gloomy, and the mountains and rivers are lonely. Therefore, it is also a sound, sad and urgent, calling for anger. The grass is lush and the wood is lush and pleasant; Grass changes color when brushed, and wood falls off when touched. The reason why the scattered people were destroyed was because they were fierce in anger. Criminal officer, then Yin; Like soldiers, using gold in the line is the loyalty of heaven and earth, and often takes killing as the heart. Heaven is to things, spring gives birth to autumn, so it is also to music, and business voices dominate western voices, which is easy to be the law of July. Business, injury, old sadness; Yi, slaughter, if things are too abundant, kill them. " "ah! The vegetation is ruthless, and sometimes it falls. Man is an animal, but he is the spirit of all things; Worry about its heart and do its shape; If you move in the middle, you must shake its essence. And the situation is beyond its power, worrying about its wisdom; Those who are suitable for the world are trees, and those who are black are stars. Why compete for glory with non-stone quality vegetation? Think about who is a thief, why hate autumn sound! " The boy is right, sleep with his head down. But when I hear insects singing on the four walls, I sigh when I help them.

Two autumn ci poems

Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty

Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than loneliness. 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 the building is like crazy.

Yujiexing autumn nostalgia

Fan Zhongyan in Song Dynasty

The fallen leaves are fragrant. Rolling up the brocade curtain of pearl string, the magnificent castle is empty, only the sky is faint, and the milky head is sprinkled on the earth. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away. Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine. Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.

Lin Ping, a bodhisattva-level person, is huge and vague.

Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is worried. The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly. Where is the return trip? The long pavilion is shorter.

Yulouchun, I don't know the distance after your departure.

Ouyang xiu in song dynasty

I don't know the distance after you broke up. Sad and boring. Drifting away, no books, wide water and deep fish. Late at night, the wind blows bamboo and plays autumn rhyme. A thousand leaves, a thousand voices, all hate. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.

Climb the ancient city in autumn

Li Bai Yao in Tang Dynasty

The sunset is a long journey and I am disappointed with the ancient city. Cold birds gather, and wild birds frighten the night. On Komori's bush, there is a solitary smoke. Summer scenery shines around, revealing the late Qing Dynasty. The autumn wind turns down, and this ambition is peace!

Fifteen songs in autumn

Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty

Lonely bones are hard to lie down at night, and insects are chirping. Cry without tears, autumn dew dripping wet. The strength is like cutting for a while, and it is like weaving. There is no new heart in the moved mood, but there are memories in the sadness. Endure to chase the south sail, Jiangshan convention in the past. The autumn moon is ice, and the old guest records the list. Coody Leng's dream was shattered, and the cold wind combed his bones. The disgusting words were printed on the table, and my intestines turned to worry. Doubt is unfounded, and empty listening is groundless. The tung tree is dry and towering, and the sound is like a funeral bomb. A foot and a month pass the house, and the chestnut flies like a sword. Old bones also surprised, sick and weak. Insects are greedy for the night, and birds are in danger of burning their nests. Widowed moths care about silk and cry and smoke. You can't catch up with the fleeting time, but you can't return to dusk. In autumn, the old are poorer, and there is no door to the broken house. A moon fell on the bed, and the wind was everywhere. Dreams are no longer far away, and weak hearts are easy to return. It will be green when you go to Pa, and it will linger in the afterglow. There are few things to do in the wild, and it is against the plan. Grass-roots worm, business is small with me. The bamboo wind suddenly talks, and the boudoir steals. Ghosts and gods don't listen, so it's hard to separate themselves. Commercial leaves fall in drought and rain, and autumn clothes lie in a single cloud. Sick bones can be chewed, and sour groans can also be written. Thin savings have dried up so much that strong savings have fallen with the West. A chance, but a word is a slap in the face. Old bones is afraid of the moon, which has a sword. You can't do it. The cold soul sits by itself. Holding the empty mirror of the mother nest, the fairy soars on the ice floe. I'm afraid I'll turn over when I'm afraid. The single bed is bright, thin and serious. If the river is not washed, the turbid water will be clear. Poetry was strong in the past and empty in the past, so why should poetry decline today? Old age is full of different troubles, and morning and night are not one heart. Businessmen cry for bad luck, and noise is hard to find. Autumn grass is as fine as hair, and Zhen Fang is resplendent and magnificent. When it is fresh at night, sunny days are easy to be cloudy. Those who are weak in learning are ashamed, and they know what they want at dusk. When the dew is greedy, the latent wisdom is deep. It is an old proverb to guard against the deep. At the end of the year, the economy is dry and the autumn wind is whistling. Weave without clothes, monks sing. The sound of business is late at night, and the waste is moving forward. Green hair is like a garden in autumn. Once it is cut, it will never come back to life. Teenagers, hungry flowers, will never see them again. The gentleman is determined, and the villain does not dispute. If you fight too many battles, you won't live long, and Heaven will resign its profits. Too much cold dew and too much dry wind. Autumn is deep and the moon is bitter. The old bug has a hoarse voice. There are many ochre beads and fragrant vines. When the vegetation is also interesting, it is as cold as spring. I was born in sorrow, and sorrow is different from heart. Old people are different in the morning and evening, and life and death are daily. Sit quietly and lie with the sky. See the door short, listen to the wind. It is also like carving, so as to avoid fiber and listen. The waves thank the beginning, but they return to the end. Lonely friends, close friends. Years old, the autumn festival is poor. Four seasons pressure each other, natural worry. The south is vast and the north is poor. I miss that distant river, and I think of it in autumn. It is difficult to hoe food and ugly clothes. If the dust does not form itself, who will pass on the ancient songs? You Zhu shouted ghosts and gods, and Chu Tiesheng was a dragon. Ambition leads to many different feelings, and depression leads to evil intentions. Always think about books and rags until you die. Learning music is not sound, how stubborn and deaf it is. Obviously, I want to write it as Gao Chong. The bitterness is getting heavier and heavier, and the old strength is getting weaker and weaker. I am often afraid of getting out of bed temporarily and can't go back to the door. Hungry people pay more attention to food, while cold people pay more attention to clothes. There is nothing to be generalized and followed. If you lose the second place in Chinese, you will be scarred outside. Osmanthus fragrans bugs are dirty, and Osmanthus fragrans damages virginity. A bad word loses its fragrance, but a bad word can last forever. Regret before you die, and chase after you regret. Alas, I am frivolous and arrogant all day long. Flow is flashing, withering and crushing are all signs. The thorn branches cry bitterly, and the tung leaves are frosty. The old bug made an iron sound, and the frightened beast roared alone. The sound of commercial gas washing is sparse, and the night is overcast. Ears can't stop, and even immortals can't escape. Who will sit in seclusion with Cao? Wireless painting is a great effort. Qing poetry is famous, and Jin Ju is also named Tao. Cleaning up what was abandoned in the past, consulting is worse than Mao now. Faint, I can't do it. Frost into diseased bones, old people are born with ice. Faded hair stings in the dark, and the cold pain is invincible. Emu reaches out to the bright side, and the strong side is relying on it. Sitting thin will collapse, and hunger will collapse at night. Persuade doctors to control fools, and talk like hate. Shrug your ears and choke to know the function. Eye pain in Japanese and Chinese, rope flies hide. How cool is it? This taste is a little concentrated. He who wants to hide drugs is ashamed of the rest of his life. Fortunately, it is not far from freezing, and it is against the heart in the middle of winter. Come and go at different times, both hot and cold are bitter. Thank you for sending Weng, and plead for conquest. When the Yellow River falls into the sky, the flood comes. People's hearts are not as good as water, and they will never return. There has always been a coincidence that he refused to come to Penglai. I've never been tired. I've only heard of provincial television. It is easy to be anxious to lose the past by enduring it without losing it. Lost Gu Jian also fold, lost guqin also sad. The master shed tears in ancient times, and then he burst into tears. Poetry has lost its ancient heart and remains cold. Ancient bones have no turbid meat, and ancient clothes are like moss. I advise you to endure the ancients and endure the dust of the ancients. You can't see blood when you talk. Why kill people? Sounds like a poor dog. Why is it barking at the sinuses? Ghosts wept bitterly and invaded the gold poverty. Words are useless and smell haggard. The old saying is immortal, and there are so many books so far. Today's people recite ancient books, and good and evil should be divided. Qin fire is not ruo tongue, Qin fire is virtual. So I turned over a new leaf, and I'm still dumbfounded.

Wang Qiu

Li Mengyang in Ming Dynasty

The Yellow River water is rolling around Chang 'an, and the autumn wind bursts on the river, and several rows of geese fly. When the guest crossed the ditch in autumn, the general hit Sirius with an arrow. The ship passed the long ancient ferry crossing the dust, and the soldiers were forced to sit on it. The moon is high in the sky, which makes the battlefield sad. I heard that there are many brave and resourceful people in the north. Who will be like General Guo Ziyi today?

Frost moon

Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.

Melancholy Qiu Si

Lu You in Song Dynasty

Possession drives people to run around, like 10,000 sudden fire cows, but not like a Jianghu ranger and as free as a Sha Ou bird. Day after day, I feel so idle in my spare time. Even the biggest thing is getting drunk. In the knocking sound of Yi Dao, the moon in the lane is sinking, the trees by the well are shaking their leaves, and my hometown is autumn. I want to see the place from a very far height, and I can stand in front of Baizu Building like Chen Deng, which is a great event in the world.

Leyou tomb

Du Mu in Tang Dynasty

The vast birds are singing, and the ancient relics disappear in the deserted Leyuan Scenic Area. Want to serve the motherland and make contributions, No.5 is in the bleak autumn wind.

Autumn rain sent Yuan Jiu.

Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Red leaves and moss are unbearable, cool and rainy. I don't blame Qiu Si for suffering alone. He is nearly twenty years older than Jun Jiao.

Ancient resentment

Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty

In the bleak autumn wind and eyeful season, a couple forced by life can't go to never say goodbye. At the moment when he was driven away, he faced each other with tears in his eyes and wanted to say something to each other, but he cried before he opened his mouth. There are thousands of words in my heart, but at this moment, I am too sad to say them. Don't think that there is only a queen, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

Tasha Hangbi Wu Haibo

Yan Shu in Song Dynasty

The sea is crystal clear, and there is a road to Yaotai. Thinking of Taiwan Province, flying together. I couldn't think of it then, but I can't think of it now. I can't find it in a place with high mountains and high waters. Dust falls on the mat, and smoke locks the fragrant boudoir. How can I give you a written letter? Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.

Late Autumn, Autumn Hope and Autumn Night in Chang 'an

Zhao Wei in Tang Dynasty

Clouds and things are sad and clear, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn. When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground. Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries. Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners.

Sitting alone in autumn and reading in winter.

Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty

Sitting alone is sad and white, and the autumn night sky is nearly two more. Wild fruits in the mountains fall in the autumn rain, and insects on the grass whisper to the lights. The white hair on the head is always difficult to turn black, and there is no panacea in alchemy. To know how to get rid of senility, only learning Buddhism can't be destroyed.

Occasionally in autumn

Cheng Hao in Song Dynasty

Nothing is idle when idle, nothing is red when sleeping. Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with people at any time. Tao passes through the material world and thinking enters the abnormal situation. Wealth is not slutty, poverty is not happy, and men are heroes here.