Poetry about autumn.

1. A poem describing autumn rain-tall buildings yearn for dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves of plane trees.

Autumn night-in my sleep, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps. Autumn sound-I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the leaves in front of the steps had autumn sound.

Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and all the leaves are hate. Autumn color-the rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red when entering the cross forest.

Autumn moon-the moonlight is flooded and the emptiness echoes. Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind.

Wan Li, an old friend, has never been heard from, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood. Autumn sorrow-don't say that you are always idle, and write clear sorrow every night.

Autumn is prosperous-the west wind blows all over the lake leaves, and it is unique to change your autumn clothes for the first time. Autumn bosom-a fleeting sigh went out, and I saw konoha flying by the lake.

Qiu Meng —— Back in the autumn night at the beginning of my dream, Eden was still sleeping. Memories of autumn-the anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane, and the phoenix tree shakes down the autumn hometown.

Enlightenment of autumn-everyone is explaining the sad autumn, not knowing it thoroughly like a poet. The smell of autumn-crickets only know that autumn is early and there is a lot of rain on the banana.

Ancient poems and famous sentences describing autumn curl up in the autumn wind, and waves in Dongting Lake curl up under the leaves: describing the breeze blowing. Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the north of Hunan Province.

Waves: microwave flooding. Muye: Yellow leaves.

Chu Ci of the Warring States Period Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang" is sorrowful and indignant! A bleak, withered grass, withered, if it is a long trip, the mountain climbing near the water will also be bleak: lonely, depressed. Liao Li: Desolate.

If you travel far away: It seems that people travel far away. In the Warring States Period, Chu, Song and Yu argued that the autumn wind started, the vegetation turned yellow, and the geese returned to the south. The autumn wind in Liu Che is bleak, the weather is cool and the vegetation is exposed to frost. Wei Xing has many fallen leaves, so he knows it is autumn: Lvxiang Courtyard.

Tao Jin Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry" is a new autumn night, graceful and graceful, and the moon will be far away: describing the length of the night. Tingting: It's far away.

In Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen", it shows the whereabouts of Furong Lou, Liu Yangyue, and Furong Shu: Lotus. In the Southern Dynasties, Yan Qiu Si looked at the cold city, and Pingchu was in the cold city: the cold has invaded the city.

Look: Look into the distance. Pingchu: Ye Ping.

Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation. Write two sentences about the scene of early autumn.

In the Southern Dynasties, the pavilion "Looking at Xuancheng County" is under the leaves, and the pavilion is high in autumn: horizontal. Konoha: Leaves.

Dragon Head: The mountain name is between Shaanxi and Gansu today. In the Southern Dynasties, Liang and Liu mixed the poem "On Dressing". The fog in Jincheng was low, and the grass under Yumen was low: the grass withered.

Under the tree: leaves are falling. Jincheng: the name of an ancient county, between Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai.

Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu. Write two sentences about the cold autumn scenery in the northwest.

The autumn sounds of trees and trees in "Another Kind" written by the Southern Dynasty Cloud, and the autumn sounds of mountains and mountains in cold colors: autumn wind blowing, scattered vegetation, cold and noisy. The epitaph of Bulugu's family, the wife of Zhou Qiaocheng, was written by Wei Jiuyue: auxiliary words, meaningless.

Foreword: season. Don Wang Bo's Preface to the Autumn Pavilion: The sunset and the lonely Qi Fei are the same: the name of the bird, the wild duck.

Qi Fei: The sun sets from the sky, and I am lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei. A color: the water in autumn is blue, and the sky is blue, reflecting the water and forming a color.

Don Wang Bo's "Preface to Autumn Farewell" is full of autumn, and the mountains are only brilliant. Tang's Wild Hope hangs on a different scene in the forest, and the autumn color is like Luo Yangchun's Early Autumn. The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows all day: the sound of running water. Wei's "Farewell to Wangchuan" describes the scenery in late autumn in the following two sentences: the white stone rises in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves are sparse: the stream falls, the white stone dew falls, and the red leaves fall, leaving little.

Wei's Poem on Two Que Inscriptions in the Mountain is full of autumn bamboo, and the cool Wuling Song and Tang Dynasties' Poem Looking at Qinchuan is full of autumn leaves, and the night pearl curtain is not frosted. Tang Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Long Xin Qiu": "The phoenix tree in the golden well is full of autumn leaves, and the curtain of the night pearl is not frosted. The smoked jade pillow has no color, and you can listen to the Nangong for a long time. "

Bai Yue reflects the cold pool, and autumn rain grows moss. Liu Tang Changqing's "You Xian Zen Master Shuangfeng Temple" went to the wild field in the south, because the leaves had fallen, and the wind in the cold zone was not far from the autumn in North Haoran's "Huai Chu Han Jiang", so it was cold to go out. Tang Li Bai's "Gift to the Master" makes the rain cold and the wind cool and clear. Tang Li Bai's "Reward for a Rain" Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng. I face them from this villa and drink my wine full. Tang Dynasty's Secretary of Xuanzhou Zhuangbie Li Bai's Lonely Place of Orange Pomelo, Lonely Place of Old Wutong in Autumn: People Cooking Smoke.

Cold orange pomelo: The cold smoke in autumn makes the orange sleeves chilly. The two sentences are written about human beings, orange pomelo is dark blue, and phoenix tree is yellowish, showing a late autumn scenery.

Tang Li Bai's "Qiudeng Xuancheng Xietiao North Building" Huang Yun yellow birds, autumn dusk trees. Tang Du Fu's "Late Autumn, Changsha Cai Wufeng gave a royal drinking banquet to send Liu Yin to join the army, and Yu Fengzhou returned to Jin", which was hosted by a fisherman. In the clear autumn, swallows flew to stay in the hut: for two nights. So: still.

Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity is in Qujiangtou, Xiakou of Zhaitang, and Wan Lifeng's smoke meets autumn sand on the far shore of Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity. Even the mountains are illuminated by night, and autumn is near in the sky. The moon on earth is clear, and Du Fu of Tang Dynasty cries in August and autumn. My home is Sanlian Caotang. Thatched grass describes the scene of vilen in late autumn: the wind blows thatched grass on the vilen, and the wild fire burns withered mulberry trees.

Don Cen Can's "Going to the Girder, but Sending to the Mad Lord" Autumn wind moves Wan Li, and the sunset glow is high. Tang Dynasty's "Gongbei Qiuxing sends Cui Mingyun" came back to life, and the cold came back to life: sunset, dusk. Turbulence: A criss-crossing river.

Zhang: A steep mountain peak. In Qi's "Mid-Autumn Festival on the West Peak of Nanshan Mountain, the title of Lord Lan Ruo", in the voice, when ten thousand people take pictures, the sun sets.

Tang Qianqi's "Topic Su Gong Lin Pavilion" Lai Su rested, and the autumn air in the empty mountains was clear. Su Yu: It rained last night. In Tang Liduan's Walking with Wei and Jin Dynasties in Maoling Mountain, the rain is green, the frost garden is red and the weeds are green.

Closed: full. It means that after the rain, the path in the yard is covered with green grass, and the garden is covered with red leaves after frost, and the courtyard is desolate and lonely.

Tang Bai Juyi's Sima Zhai is clear in the mountains and clear at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. Liu Tang Yuxi's "Two Poems of Autumn Colors" tries hard to get to the heart, but I don't know that spring colors are crazy and clear: autumn colors are clear and clear. Hey: Encourage.

Liu Yuxi's Two Odes to Autumn depends somewhat on violet. Looking back at the west wind, he described the lotus leaf leaning eastward in the autumn wind, which hurt the autumn mood. Two accidental problems of mu in qi 'an county.

2. What are the poems describing autumn? 1, early autumn in Taiyuan.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Autumn is getting stronger, flowers are sleeping, and autumn dryness is like fire.

Autumn comes from the north, and the clouds in the north also bring the Fenhe River.

Night after night, the moon in Taiyuan winds, but the heart returns to Cheryl's hometown, her body, with the moonlight.

The heart that misses my hometown is like the continuous Fenhe River, and I miss my hometown all the time.

Translation:

Autumn is getting stronger, flowers are sleeping, and autumn is as dry as fire. Autumn frost came here early from the north, and the clouds in the north also brought autumn colors to the other side of Fenhe River.

Every night, Qiu Meng is wrapped around the moon in Taiyuan, the border, but her heart returns to the Qilou in her hometown with the moonlight, beside her. Miss my hometown, like the continuous Fenhe River, has been flowing to my hometown.

2. Qiu Hong Xunyang was at the scene.

Yuan Dynasty: Zhou Deqing

Wanli Yangtze River is as white as practice, and Hu Aishan Mountain is as green as a lake.

Fan Jiang is like an arrow, and the mountain spring thousands of feet flies like electricity.

Sunset dew, new moon learning fan.

The word Saihong comes like a line.

Translation:

The Yangtze River flowing in Wan Li is like a white silk; A few spots on the other side seem to be stained with cyan pigment, which is the distant mountain of Huaidi. A few white sails, arrows generally pass by the river; On the nearby mountain, a long spring water flows down like electricity.

The sky is getting dark, and the clouds in the twilight are hard to distinguish, as if they had become dew all over the place. A crescent moon hangs high in the sky like a fan. Approaching, approaching, the horizontal line of "one" is lined up in the air, which is a wild goose flying from the north.

3. Slow autumn sounds

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Huanghua deep alley, red leaves and low windows, bleak autumn sound.

Bean rain, there is wind in the middle.

It's twenty-five o'clock now, and it's louder when you close the door and unlock it.

An old friend is far away. Who shakes Yu Pei and rings the bell under the eaves?

Colorful trumpets sounded the moon setting, and gradually the horse moved and made four screams.

Flashing adjacent lights, there is still anvil sound in front of the lights.

Know how many whispers he makes when he tells his sorrow till dawn!

If you haven't complained, give it to the geese half and half.

Translation:

In the deep alley, chrysanthemums are yellow, maple leaves are red and reflect the low doors and windows, and desolation is the sound of autumn. When the beans bloom, there will be rain and wind in the middle. At 25 o'clock in the evening, I also arrived at Wugeng, the high door of the tower, but I couldn't lock those voices.

My old friend is far away from me. Which one shook Yu Pei and made noise? So it's a wind chime under the eaves? The sound of the horn tied with colored silk blows until the moon sets, but it still rings slowly there. Gradually, people in the barracks began to stir up one after another, but Hu Jia's voice was raised all around.

The neighbor's lights flashed, and there came the voice of a woman beating clothes on a stone anvil. Who knows, as she beat her clothes, she muttered her sadness until dawn, just like Qiu Chan's countless moans. She kept talking, and gave half of it to the geese in the sky, letting them complain instead of her.

4. Qiu Huai

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Saving things is not good, and autumn is gloomy!

West wind wine flag city, drizzle chrysanthemum day.

Feelings of sorrow and joy, including shame and food.

When the deer car leaves, it belongs to the cave.

Translation:

What's wrong with this festival? But somehow, in the face of autumn scenery, I can't help but feel dejected. The west wind is hunting, and the wine flags in the city are fluttering in the wind; It's raining in Mao Mao, and golden chrysanthemums are everywhere.

Thinking about state affairs and family affairs makes my temples gray; I feel ashamed to spend the salary of the imperial court in vain. When can I satisfy my wish-take the deer cart back to Yingdong to plow and plant mulberry?

5. Three songs in autumn

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

The gullies in first frost are clear, and there are countless cold stars beside the boat.

There was no land in the depths of the river, and suddenly there was laughter.

Yue's group newly grinds glazed porcelain and drinks Chu Ci from Hu Er.

Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves because of the wind, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively.

Even the female neon West Building, chasing the rain, never stopped.

Andrew danced in makeup. Drinking and chatting is just tying your head.

Translation:

It has frosted, the water in the gully is still clear, and thousands of stars in the sky are reflected in the water, so close to the ship. I thought there was no family on the land on the shore, but suddenly something came out.

The ground moon ball is soaked in a tea bowl. After drinking, let the children talk back. There is no wind, no fallen leaves in the yard, and a few bugs are spinning around.

Looking at the curved and faint rainbow, it seems to be hanging on the small west building, and the turtledove is chasing the rainbow. How can we make women with heavy makeup dance with each other? I drank well and gave them the rainbow as a brocade.

3. What autumn poems are there in the field? (Modern Poetry) Author: Field

Autumn harvest season

The blue sky is high, the rivers are winding, and autumn colors are chasing.

Mature rice—

Father lit a cigarette and narrowed his eyes.

Sparkling Mars

One is drier and warmer than the other.

At the foot of soybean leaves, gathered a golden storm.

A gust of wind, raising the smell of earth.

Choke for years to cough.

A few sparrows are in the clear sky.

Hover back and forth

The naughty one stopped on the straw hat on his father's head.

I pecked a few times happily.

Just like my childhood, I rode on my father's neck.

Singing, laughing, not wanting to grow up. ...

Autumn night in my hometown

Who polished the eyes of the stars-

The dew is full of affection, and the girl's whip is ringing with clear true love.

Autumn night is getting thicker and thicker, lying on the harvested straw.

The silence of the village began to embrace the earth.

At the moment, redundant ideas are buried in my heart.

Melodious erhu played the sound of the night.

who is it? I mentioned it again.

The past is like smoke, and the old people wipe their tears.

The children leaned back with their heads up.

Mother's shoulder ...

By candlelight, there is always some time to sing.

The eyes are so bright at night.

Nameless fruit.

Rolling in front of God.

Some worries, hidden in the corner of no one.

Quietly walked back to the master's room.

Write to autumn wind

Autumn wind is blowing, autumn wind is scattered, and the back is thin.

Let an old man's hometown disappear ...

Mother is busy on the stove.

Father lit the fire quietly.

Quiet as tears.

I saw corn and sorghum ears hanging on the earth wall.

See the big red happy words on my forehead in autumn.

I saw the snow-white gourd flower stepping on the beat and going home.

I saw the tears of my loved ones and the mud of the river.

Salt is in the distant sea, holding the hand of an old friend.

The autumn wind blows, the autumn wind scatters, and the autumn wind fiddles with the pipa strings.

Street children who run away from home

The moss on this red brick and blue tile

As melancholy as the fog in front of me.

Hometown under blue sky and white clouds

Getting closer and closer ...

Think about grandma.

Her leg was lame in a car accident.

Talk to yourself with crutches in autumn.

The road was smooth, and I thought of her.

Pray for a carriage to follow the direction of autumn.

Running forward, carrying thoughts.

And a car full of blessings, dare not speak loudly.

At the end of the village, sorghum is planted.

4. What is autumn poetry? Qinyuanchun (Independent Cold Autumn) Year: Modern and Contemporary.

Author: Mao Zedong

Works: Qin

Content:

Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.

You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed;

The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.

The eagle hits the sky, the fish is shallow,

All kinds of frost fight for freedom.

Lonely, ask the vast world, who is in charge of ups and downs?

Took 100 couples on a trip,

Recalling the past, the years are thick.

Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom;

Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.

Guide the direction, inspire words,

Shit is Wan Huhou.

Remember, when the midstream hit the water, the waves stopped the speedboat!