Beautiful poems praising September

1. Beautiful verses about September

Beautiful verses about September 1. Beautiful verses about September

1. Walking in the moonlight of September Next, reverie is like a colorful phoenix with wings, taking off from the window of the soul, worshiping the graceful Yuyu Qionglou where it sings and dances.

2. Harvesting and sowing divide September. The sharp blade of the autumnal equinox is waved gently, and autumn crops fall one after another. Farmers save their seeds and sweat in accounts at the autumnal equinox, waiting to claim generous interest from the rolling wheat waves in the coming year.

3. September, passing through all the temperatures left in summer. A mist flower is carved on the window lattice, leaving a little bit of reluctance in my heart. Let the memory flow by the tip of the pen.

4. In September, memories begin to intersperse the stories of certain people with the falling leaves, under those overly blue skies.

5. September is a beginning and an end.

6. September, it turned out to be just a farewell song that lives in the distance of memory, just like raindrops hitting everyone's heart.

7. September is the time when the frost turns cold and the dew turns cold, and the yellow leaves condense and turn into frost. September is golden, and patches of golden color catch people's eyes. Even the clear stream at dusk reflects the golden color.

8. September. More than half. Please give me some quiet time. Continue to dream, hope, wait, and have my future.

9. The dusk in September is still so beautiful, with a touch of melancholy.

10. The breeze in September is like a magical painting hand, splashing ink to create a colorful picture: purple-red grapes as beautiful as agate, yellow-orange persimmons hanging high on the treetops, golden corn Grinning, the white cotton looks up and sings, and the fiery red maple leaves intoxicate September...

11. The palms of September brush away the mania of summer in the creek, and listen attentively to the whispers of autumn, He meekly played and sang the intoxicating autumn songs of September, making the sky high and blue, and the sky as clear as azure.

12. The countryside in September has never become empty and depressed, nor has it changed its plump and thick scene.

13. The countryside in September is a melting pot for forging will.

14. The countryside in September is the music played by farmers.

15. The countryside in September is a harmonious picture.

16. The moon of September is like a pair of soft eyes, bestowing endless love on the passionate people in the world.

17. The thunder at the autumnal equinox converged from its former wildness, and slowly became quiet and docile in September.

18. The wealth of autumn overflows in September. At this time, September is not just a month, it is a season. When you feel the chill on a moonlit night, September will stand on the lintel of October and look back, smiling and waving goodbye to you.

19. Time chases the soul’s final destination and the support of fear. In September, I no longer drink. I fabricate eternity and longevity.

20. A few crisp birdsong overflowing from the golden veins of September, singing along with the clapping of the leaves, compose an elegy for the withering flowers and leaves in September.

2. Sentences to describe September

Beautiful sentences to describe September

1. September is fruity, September is chrysanthemum-yellow, but you and I are still Smell the fragrance of peaches and plums in March; the crisp autumn air and the flying osmanthus make you and I seem to see hope for the future.

2. September carries the restraint of autumn and contains the dignity of autumn. September carries the maturity of autumn and contains the yearning for autumn.

3. In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end, and the hibiscus lingers in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings mist and sadness. The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn. Seeing that the old age is not used up, there is a kind of tranquility like a pond.

4. September in the golden autumn is the harvest season; look at the sorghum turning red and the rice bending under the weight;

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6. In the night sky in September, the stars are bright and blinking at me

< p> 7. As soon as September arrives, autumn comes. It sneaks in on a foggy dawn and disappears in the hot afternoon. It tiptoed across the treetops, staining a few leaves red, and then flew away in a cluster across the valley.

8. Walking under the moonlight of September, reverie is like a colorful phoenix with wings, taking off from the window of the soul, worshiping the graceful Yuyu Qionglou singing and dancing.

9. Harvesting and sowing divide September. The sharp blade of the autumnal equinox is waved gently, and autumn crops fall one after another. Farmers save their seeds and sweat in accounts at the autumnal equinox, waiting to claim generous interest from the rolling wheat waves in the coming year. 10. September, through all the temperatures left in summer. A mist flower is carved on the window lattice, leaving a little bit of reluctance in my heart. Let the memory flow by the tip of the pen.

11. In September, memories begin to intersperse the stories of certain people with the falling leaves, under those overly blue skies.

12. September is the time when the frost turns cold and the dew turns cold, and the yellow leaves condense and turn into frost. September is golden, and patches of golden color catch people's eyes. Even the clear stream at dusk reflects the golden color.

13. The dusk in September is still so beautiful, with a touch of melancholy.

14. The countryside in September is a melting pot for forging will.

15. September is a beginning and an end.

16. Time chases the soul’s final destination and the support of fear. In September, I no longer drink. I fabricate eternity and longevity.

17. The countryside in September is the music played by farmers.

18. The moon of September is like a pair of beautiful eyes, bestowing endless love on the passionate people in the world.

19. Harvesting and sowing divide September. The sharp blade of the autumnal equinox is waved gently, and autumn crops fall one after another. Farmers save their seeds and sweat in accounts at the autumnal equinox, waiting to claim generous interest from the rolling wheat waves in the coming year.

20. September. More than half. Please give me some quiet time. Continue to dream, hope, wait, and have my future.

21. I suddenly realized that there was no cicada chirping, and there was no endless heat. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, Wuhan had entered a gentle autumn. Although there are no golden chrysanthemums everywhere, and there is no time to go to Liangzi Lake to taste crabs, the cool breeze blowing in through the curtains brings a refreshing song in the slanting wind and drizzle.

22. As soon as September arrives, autumn comes. It sneaks in on a foggy dawn and disappears in the hot afternoon. It tiptoed across the treetops, staining a few leaves red, and then flew away in a cluster across the valley.

23. In the countryside in September, there is no strong wind, even if there is an occasional wind sound, it passes through the abandoned corn forest and hits the withered corn stalks and yellowed corn leaves, making a slight rustle. The sound sounded like someone's naughty child was hiding there and playing hide-and-seek. He crept forward and accidentally bumped into the leaves again. He was a little annoyed and a little happy.

24. The sky in September is so clear and high. The breeze is cool and the sky is high and vast. The sun cannot transcend the seasons. It is time to cool down. Even though it is still brightly red, it can only be a show-off. It really does not have the majesty of summer to show off.

25. The sky in September is extraordinarily high; the weather in September is extraordinarily cool; the wind in September is extraordinarily soft; the earth in September is still green, with vast tracts of unbridled green. The floor is paved towards the far end. September is not as hot as July and August, and is less bitterly cold in winter. It is docile and harmonious, peaceful and serene. September is so good!

26. In September, the sky was clear and the sky was clear and the ground was sunny and warm for the first half of the journey. In September, it was raining and the ground was cold and the second half was paved. What does autumn look like in October? This reminds me of the word "Golden Autumn October". After the cold dew, autumn has entered late autumn.

3. What are the poems describing September?

1. "Ode to the Dusk River" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow. 2. "Remembering Chang'an in September" Tang Dynasty Fan Deng recalled Chang'an. In September, he climbed up and saw Kunchi.

The chrysanthemums are blooming in the Shangyuan, and the frosted pears are being offered in the fragrant forest. I also miss thousands of households, the moon is bright and the anvils and pestles are uneven.

3. "Drinking Alone on the 9th Day of the Leap Month" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. In front of the green statue beside the yellow flowers, there are still some old orchestras. I happened to meet him on the ninth day of leap autumn, and he was drinking alone in Dongli.

Since I have been fasting in September, I will not be drunk for fifteen years during the Double Ninth Festival. 4. "A View from the Nine-Day Climb to Xuanwu Mountain" Shao Great Earthquake in the Tang Dynasty. On September 9th, I looked into the distant sky and saw the autumn wind blowing from the autumn water.

As the wild geese go farther south, tourists often visit the chrysanthemum bushes. 5. "Composed on the Ninth Day of Gengwu" Tang Dynasty The autumn moss at the bottom of Qiji's gate is as tender as blue. How exciting is the news in this.

Luanli stole the ninth month of September, and counted thirty-three from beginning to end. The cloud shadows are half clear and the dreamland is blooming, and the chrysanthemums are slightly warm beside the river and pool.

Whether my old friend is here today or not, Hu Yan flies southward with the wind at his back. 6. "Nine Days in Sichuan" by Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty On September 9th, at the Wangxiang Terrace, he held a banquet to see off guests from a foreign land.

Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the swan geese come from the north. It’s windy to drop one’s hat and drink while climbing high.

7. "Sima's House" Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's people are far away in the blue clouds and autumn, and the yellow flowers are thin under the rain fence. Worried and sad, upstairs, September 9th.

The rain path is covered with green grass, and the frost garden has many red leaves. 8. "Autumn Poems Part One" Liu Yuxi has been sad and lonely in autumn since ancient times. I say that autumn is better than spring.

9. "Farewell Preface to the Farewell to the King's Pavilion of the Hong Mansion in Autumn" Wang Bo's falling clouds and lonely birds fly together, the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. 10. "Autumn Eve" by Du Mu, silver candles paint the screen in the cold autumn light, and light small fans flutter at the flowing fireflies.

11. "Chou Nuer·Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall" Xin Qiji wanted to stop talking, but said that the weather was cold and it was a good autumn. The other names of the ninth month of the lunar calendar include: Chrysanthemum Moon, Clothes-Giving Month, Qingnu Month, Xiaotian Moon, Frost Moon, Changyue, Late Autumn, Late Autumn, Canqiu, Suqiu, etc.

According to the old Roman calendar, March is the first month and September is the seventh month. The name September comes from the Latin word septem, which means "seven".

When the Romans adopted the Julian Calendar, they retained the original names of several months, and September became "September".

At the beginning of the 9th century, Charlemagne, the emperor of the feudal empire of Western Europe, refused to accept the Roman name and called September the "Harvest Moon", which is how it is called in English.

Therefore September has long been called 'harvest-month' in English, meaning "harvest month".

4. Verses praising September

1. "Two Poems of Yan Song·Part 1" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Pi The autumn wind is bleak. The weather is cool, the grass and trees are shaking and the dew turns to frost. Yan Ci returned to Nanxiang.

(One of the works of Yan Nanxiang by Hu Nanxiang) I miss you so much that I miss you while traveling, and I long for my hometown. Why should I leave you somewhere else? The humble concubine stays alone in the empty room. She worries about you and misses you, but dare not forget her. She sheds tears on her clothes. The sound of the piano's strings brings forth the Qing Dynasty, but the short songs and slight chants cannot be long.

The bright moon shines brightly on my bed, and the stars are drifting westward into the night. The morning glory and the weaver girl look at each other from a distance, how can you live alone in the river beam?

Translation: The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, the grass and trees are falling, and the white dew is frost. The swallows say goodbye and return, and the swans fly south.

I miss my beloved who is traveling far away, and my heart breaks. I am full of thoughts and miss my hometown.

Why do you want to leave others alone? The concubine stays alone in her boudoir. When she is sad, she misses the gentleman. I can't forget it.

Unknowingly, tears fell down and wet my clothes. He took the guqin and plucked the strings, but a trace of sadness came out.

The short song is chanted softly, seeming to continue and break. The bright moonlight shines on my empty bed, the stars flow slowly to the west, and the sleepless nights are long with worry.

Morning Glory and Weaver Girl look at each other from a distance. What sin do you have for being blocked by the Tianhe River? 2. "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts" Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan is surrounded by withered vines and old trees, and crows are dimming. People live on small bridges and flowing water, and the old road is dominated by westerly wind and thin horses.

As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Translation: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entangled with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail.

The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind.

The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. In the cold night, there are only lonely travelers wandering in distant places.

3. "Autumn Eve" Tang Dynasty: Du Mu's silver candle painted the screen in the cold autumn light, and his light fan fan fluttered at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch Altair and Vega.

(Tianjie, one work: Tianjie; lying down and watching, one work: sitting and watching) Translation: On the autumn night, the candlelight illuminates the painting screen, holding a small fan in hand to beat the fireflies. The stone steps are as cool as cold water at night, and you can sit quietly in the palace and gaze at the stars Altair and Vega.

4. "Writing a View in the Room at the End of Gushan Temple" Song Dynasty: At the bottom of the forest, I was thinking about it by the lantern, and the back pavilion of Gushan Pagoda was tilted to the west. The gloomy painting scrolls are in the forest temple, and the chessboards and chessboards are scattered in the fields.

Sometimes a solitary bird flies in the autumn scenery, and the setting sun rises up from the cold smoke. I love my house so much now, and I just want to see the snow again.

Translation: At dusk, where can I lean on the railing to have my thoughts so far away? It's in the secluded monk's room to the west of the small pavilion behind the Gushan Pagoda. Looking into the distance, the dense woods and gloomy temples that come into view are as dim as a faded ancient painting; while the pieces of Fengtian are floating sporadically on the water, like squares cut out of a chessboard.

The autumn colors are green and everything is desolate, except for returning birds occasionally passing by; the sun sets in the west, quiet and hazy, but wisps of cold smoke can be seen rising. I love it even more because it is close to my cottage.

When the snowflakes are flying, I want to come back and watch the snow-covered scenery. 5. "Hearing the Magpie's Joy and Watching the Waves at Wushan Mountain" Song Dynasty: The sky and water in Zhoumi are blue, dyeing the autumn colors of the river.

The dragon rises from the Ao Dai Snow Mountain, and the strong wind blows the sea. Count the green drops on the cigarette smoke, a handful of red and wet clouds, the white bird with its bright edge and straight shadow of the sail, and the night flute across the river.

Translation: The sky and water are clear and green, dyeing the river into an autumn scenery. The tide of the river is like a tortoise carrying its burden on the snow-capped mountains, or like a dormant dragon rising from a dream, and a strong wind blowing up. The water is like a raised wall. A few green hills in the distance are like buns on a beauty's head, filled with mist and verdant green.

A touch of red clouds is like a newly woven silk yarn, carrying the moisture splashed by the raging tide. White birds are clearly visible in the sky, their sails and masts are standing upright, and after dark, the melodious sound of flutes can be heard across the river.

5. Ancient poems describing September

September feelings

Author: Ten Miles of Spring Breeze

The maple leaves in September

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Take off the green makeup of spring

Wrap yourself in golden color

Look around the corner of the season

Leave a trail of autumn frost

The scattered souls have nowhere to hide

The September wind

is extraordinarily cool

As the seasons change

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The clouds and winds of the past were gentle

Still flowing in the pen of memory

The feelings of September

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Yellow and yellow like maple leaves

The scenery along the way

The empty road is wandering

Picking up the poetic heart of words

Blooming with love in the long years

6. What are the poems containing September

1. Poor night on the third day of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.

——Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Dusk River"

Interpretation: What is even more lovable is the moonlit night when the cool dew falls on the third day of September; the drops of clear dew are like pearls, and the crescent moon is like a sheet of pearls. An exquisite bow.

2. When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. ——Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum"

Explanation: When the Double Ninth Festival comes in September in autumn, the chrysanthemums will bloom and other flowers will wither.

3. You asked about the return date but it has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. ——Li Shangyin's "The Night Rain Sends to the North"

Definition: You ask me when I will go back, but I haven't set a date yet. At this moment, the night rain in Bashan is pouring down, and the rainwater has filled the autumn river ponds.

4. The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there are no goggles on the surface of the pool that have not been polished. ——Liu Yuxi "Looking at Dongting"

Interpretation: The clear water of Dongting Lake and the moon complement each other, making it look very harmonious. There is no wind on the surface of the pool, like an unpolished mirror.

5. The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning into frost. ——Cao Pi, Wei Dynasty, "Yange Xing"

Interpretation: The autumn wind blows and the weather turns cooler, the vegetation dries up, the yellow leaves are blown off by the cold wind, and the night dew condenses into frost due to the cold.

6. The hibiscus dew is falling, and the willows are sparse in the moon. ——Xiao Cui's "Autumn Thoughts"

Interpretation: The fragrant lotus withered under the cold dew, and the rich green willow trees became sparse in the cold glow of the autumn moon

7. Jinjing Wutong Autumn leaves are yellow, bead curtains are not curled up and frost comes at night. ——Wang Changling's "Five Autumn Poems of Changxin"

Interpretation: Autumn is here, and the leaves of the sycamore tree next to Jinjing have turned yellow. No one has lifted up the bead curtain in front of my room. The night is getting darker and the frost is colder. It seems that it has already become more exposed." It describes that it is late at night and the environment is desolate

8. High birds, yellow clouds, and cold cicadas are green Autumn trees. ——Du Fu's "Late Autumn Changsha Cai Wushi Royal Drinking Banquet Sends Yin Liu to Join the Army and Return to Fengzhou Jing Province"

Interpretation: In the autumn evening, a happy bird flies among the clouds that are about to end. Flying, seeing a cicada in autumn is a cicada that died of disease on a tree. There is no snow in the winter in Hunan. The cicada that died of disease was not covered by heavy snow, and the body was left outside.

9. Xinsu Fishing. People are still ordinary, so the swallows fly in the clear autumn - Du Fu's "Eight Poems of Autumn"

Interpretation: The hard-working fishermen drifted up and down on the fishing boat for two consecutive nights, which made people feel their livelihood. It’s late autumn, and the swallow should have gone back long ago, but it delayed and refused to leave, as if it was mocking me for not being able to go back, so it flew around so deliberately.

10. We meet each other since ancient times. Autumn is sad and lonely, but I say autumn is better than spring. ——Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems"

Interpretation: Since ancient times, I have felt sad and lonely every autumn, but I think autumn is better than spring.

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7. Poems praising September

Ode to Bai Juyi on the Dusk River

A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

Poor On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

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The chrysanthemums are written after the end of the month.

Huangchao

When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month, all my flowers will be in full bloom;

The incense array will penetrate Chang'an, and the whole city will be filled with golden armor.

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Climbing Xuanwu Mountain on September 9th

Tang Lu Zhaolin

Ninth On the ninth day of the lunar month, I look at the mountains and rivers, and look back at the wind and smoke.

Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign land, and feeling sad for the wild geese from thousands of miles away.

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Climbing Xuanwu Mountain on the 9th

Tang Shao Earthquake

September 9 The sun is far away in the sky, the autumn water is blowing and the evening wind is blowing.

As the wild geese go south, visitors often see the chrysanthemums.

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Nine Days in Sichuan

Tang Wangbo

Looking Homeward on September 9th Taiwan, he gave guests a cup in a foreign country.

Humanity is tired of the hardships in the south, and the wild geese came from the north.

8. What are the poems about "September"

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1. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season - Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

Being far away from home alone cannot reunite with my family. , every Double Ninth Festival, I miss my relatives far away even more.

2. Why is the chrysanthemum so miserable, suffering from these two double suns? ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Events on September 10th"

Why did the chrysanthemums suffer so much and were punished by the two Double Ninth Festivals?

3. The chrysanthemums under the fence in my hometown are blooming today. ——Mr. Jiang of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, "Return to Yangzhou in Chang'an and the Rhyme of Xingweishanting on September 9th"

How many of the chrysanthemums planted under the fence in my hometown have bloomed today?

4. Why bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Send to Zhang Zirong from Xian Mountain on September 9th"

When can you bring wine here? Let's drink and get drunk during the Double Ninth Festival.

5. Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, I return to my heart and look at the accumulated wind and smoke. ——Lu Zhaolin of the Tang Dynasty, "Climbing Xuanwu Mountain on September 9th"

On September 9th, I climbed up to Xuanwu Mountain and looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance. My thoughts and desire to return to my hometown were as thick as the wind and dust gathered in front of my eyes. .

9. Poems about September

September passes through all the temperatures left in summer.

A mist flower is carved on the window lattice, leaving a little bit of reluctance in my heart.

Let the memory flow at the tip of the pen.

Maybe I like this season too much.

I like to cherish all the memories and pictures of this season.

Walking on the road that I have often walked before,

I step on the leaves that still hold a little attachment to the tree.

Just like when I was a child, I walked slowly around the trees.

Just like a movie scene, a childhood wish.

Just like when I was a child, I climbed up to the fork in the book and sat on it.

I realized that we always want to cry just for our past.

It’s still those scenes,

It’s still those stories,

But it’s not the same people.

But I have to wander in such a story,

In such a story, I use myself to play others.

Put on someone else’s mask and walk in someone else’s shadow.

It is a pity that September is just a season forgotten by others but remembered by me.

I remember that I said that I am a person living in the past.

I will only laugh, be sad,

cry and breathe in the memories of the past. Walk, think.

Just like the opposite of what Soul Master said,

I am a person who is behind the times.

A glimmer of life awaits in the abandoned ruins.

I suddenly felt that I was a little fake,

just like I should be working honestly.

She restlessly thinks that if she likes someone, she only needs to give in silently.

She can feel it even if she buries all her feelings deep in her heart.

But, after all, I am not him, so there is no such a beautiful ending.

It is not a filmmaker who can make all stories bleak or sad,

or happy and joyful at will.

When I was in my hometown, I saw the wheat fields that I had longed for.

Looking at the green wheat seedlings and the empty wheat seedlings in the sky.

Then I realized that there was no need for a scarecrow at this time.

However, I am just a nostalgic person,

so I built a pitifully small scarecrow.

Inserted in that equally sad wheat field.

Fulfill the last wish of all scarecrows,

Guard your own wheat field.

September is a beginning and an end.

In September, memories begin to intersperse the stories of certain people with the falling leaves,

under those overly blue skies.

Performing songs that are slightly sad but happy.

Lingering under the same lingering raindrops in this season, the usual plot is squandered.

The ignited fireworks will leave black ashes after being brilliant.

Just like after happiness,

all that is left is pain and sadness.

The insects in the grass on the roadside that have begun to wither and turn yellow are still singing a somewhat monotonous tune.

Thinking about the last wonderful moment, but not realizing its loneliness,

knocking under the dim shadow of the moonlight.

The wind blowing from the lake,

carries a hint of coolness, which wakes up the fragments of memory.

September,

It turned out to be just a farewell song that lives in the distance of memory,

just like raindrops hitting everyone's heart.

I hope you like it~~~~~~~