Poetry about the beauty or warmth of hometown

1. A poem describing the beautiful scenery of my hometown 1, "Returning to Yangzhou to visit Wei in Chang 'an on September 9" Sui.

My heart went south, but my body came back from north to south in autumn. How many more chrysanthemums have been planted under the fence in my hometown today?

2, "Jianghan" Tang Song Wen Zhi

Away from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.

3. Song Ligou in Homesickness

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

4, "Stagnant Rain" Tang Li Shangyin

It's a long night in the rain, and the lights are lonely. My hometown is full of clouds and water, which is not suitable for Qiu Meng.

5. Song Lu Tour of Xiuer

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

6, "Home" Tang Du Mu

The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?

7. "Thinking of my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains" Tang

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

The letter from Shi Jing was written by Yuan Kai.

The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

8. The Fisherman's Pride Song Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

2. What poems describe the beauty of hometown? 1. The cold light in the hotel is not sleeping alone, but what makes the guests feel sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.

People say that sunset is the end of the world. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

The river is three thousand miles long and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!

5. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

6. Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

7. Spring grass grows in the head of Baidicheng, and Baiyanshan goes down to Qingjiang. Southerners come up to sing a song, but northerners don't come up to be nostalgic.

8. I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

9. The grass withered yesterday, but it is green today, which makes people homesick again. I dreamed of going home at night, and it was already dawn before I got to Tonglu.

10. Far from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.

3. Ancient Poems 1 Describe the scenery of hometown and the evening scenery of the riverside.

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

Jiang Lin has more hair, and the clouds are getting brighter every day.

When you are at the road sign, you will feel the longing for spring.

Only when you are happy can you not spread beauty.

At dusk, under the golden pavilion, passenger ships are full of flowers.

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Trees are lush and flowers are in full bloom by the river; Clouds and sunset in the sky reflect each other, and the scenery is bright and beautiful.

When Levy met this beautiful scene, the feeling of surprise was sudden. Consciously, the spring thoughts are vague and complacent, and the interest is beyond words.

At sunset, the whole river was bathed in the afterglow of sunset, and the river was golden.

The falling petals fell on the passenger ship of the ferry with the sunset. Such a beautiful and charming scene is amazing.

2. Flower path

Tang dynasty: Han Yu

The bees and butterflies have gone, and the fragrance has heard the other side.

If you want to know the flower island, look for the red clouds on the water.

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Bees and butterflies are flying in the same direction, along the direction of bees and butterflies, mobilizing their sense of smell, and suddenly feel the fragrant aroma spread to the other side of the broad river.

Want to know where the island in the river is full of flowers? Across the wide river, there seems to be a red cloud in the distance.

3. General situation of Jiangnan tourism

Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong

Chu's mountains are endless, and the road back home is so rugged.

Look at the sunrise in the East China Sea, and you will know that it will rain. Hear the roar of the night tide.

My book sword is falling, and I am detained near the south. My home is far away, and my home is hard to collect. My home is under the wild geese in the north wind, and it blows south but not north.

The oranges in Wutan are ripe and I want to send some home, but no one takes them to Luoyang.

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Chu's mountains are endless, and the road back home is so rugged and depressing.

When I saw the sunrise and colorful clouds in the East China Sea, I knew it was going to rain. When you hear the surging waves of the great river, you know that the night tide is coming.

My sword fell and I was detained near Nandou. My hometown is far away, so it is difficult to collect books at home. The geese in the north wind blow to the south and can't return to the north.

The oranges in Wutan are ripe and I want to send some home, but unfortunately no one has brought them to Luoyang.

4, that is, things

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In late spring and March, the Wuxia Gorge is long and the sun shines brightly in Yunfu.

Thunder suddenly sends a thousand peaks of rain, and flowers are as muddy as flowers.

The oriole turned over the water, and the swallow might as well get muddy.

In the picture of Gefei shutter, nothingness belongs only to Xiaoxiang.

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The late spring and March of martial arts seems to be longer than other places. The white clouds above are dancing with the wind, reflecting the sunshine and very bright.

Suddenly it thundered, and immediately it rained heavily. Between heaven and earth, the mountain peaks are shrouded in boundless rain, and the heavy rain suddenly gathers and scatters, and the fresh air is filled with all kinds of flowers at once.

Delicate orioles encounter thunderstorms, panic and turn back, and their habitats are uncertain; Swallows are different. It works in the rain and flies in the wind.

When I opened the shutters in front of the window, I saw a beautiful picture. The scenery in the canyon is very spectacular. The mountains are steep and there are thousands of thunderstorms, but they still lack the vastness of Xiaoxiang Dongting.

5, butterfly love flowers, spring is bleak and fragrant.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Spring is fading and the grass is resting. The view from the guest room and Tomb-Sweeping Day. People remember to say goodbye at dusk in the courtyard. Birds are everywhere.

Close at hand, mountains and rivers divide into Chu and Yue. Eye-broken soul pin, should be the voice of dust. The dream is broken and my heart is broken. The sound of the horn blows the plum blossom moon.

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Originally, spring is a season of blooming flowers and lush weeds, and there are pleasing and jubilant scenes everywhere. But the good times didn't last long, and this beautiful scenery has long passed. After living in a foreign land for a long time, it's another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Sitting in the yard at dusk, I miss my loved ones. However, when the flowers were everywhere, I happened to meet the shrike.

The place where relatives are located is only a stone's throw away from here, but it is also divided into Chu and cross-border areas. They can't move freely but look at each other. Fish and geese communicate with each other. Looking through the autumn water, there is no news. By the fifth watch, not only did the dream fail, but the harsh horn sounded when people woke up in their dreams. Why doesn't this hurt the guest's heart?

4. Are there any poems describing the scenery of hometown, 1, passing by the old village?

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops. The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.

2. "quatrains"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Two orioles sang softly among the green willows, and a neat team of egrets went straight into the blue sky. Sitting by the window, you can see the snow accumulated all the year round on Xiling Mountain, and ships from Dongwu, thousands of miles away, are parked in front of the door.

3. "Tour Shanxi Village"

Song dynasty: Lu you

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. In the harvest year, the hospitality is very rich. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.

The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.

4. Rain in the mountain village

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.

Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.

There is a crow in the rain, and one or two families can be seen faintly in the mountain village. On the village road above Zhuxi, a slab bridge is oblique. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law call each other and choose silkworm eggs together. Only gardenias are in bloom, swaying in the courtyard alone.

5. "Four Seasons and Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity II"

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly

A plum tree turns golden, and the apricots grow bigger and bigger; Buckwheat flowers are white and rape flowers are sparse. As the day grows, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by; Only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.

5. What is the poem about hometown scenery? Passing through Meng Haoran, an old man's village, prepare chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertain me on your farm, and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. Let's have a banquet and talk about Sang Ma with a glass in hand. I'll come back when I'm on holiday in the mountains and in the chrysanthemum season. Du Fu's quatrains are beautiful mountains and rivers, flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze, swallows fly in the mud and mandarin ducks sleep in the sand. Du Fu's quatrains are two orioles singing green willows. A line of egrets went to heaven. The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. [Song] Lu You smiled at the farmhouse wine and raised chickens and dolphins in good years. There is doubt in the mountains, but there is no road, and flowers bloom in other villages. "Rain Over the Mountain Village"-Wang Jian crows one or two chickens in the rain, and the road in Zhuxi Village is inclined. The woman and aunt called for a bath silkworm and looked at gardenias in the atrium. When the evening breeze is heard, the sunset lingers at the ferry, and the midnight snack smoke wafts from the house, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem on the willow tree? . Qingpingle Village-Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the streams are green and grassy. He has a charming voice and ugly white hair when he is drunk. The eldest son hoes the beans and the second son weaves a chicken coop. He likes children to play hooligans and lie on the stream and peel the lotus. Walking down Zhongnanshan to Hu Si's kind pillow bowl-Li Bai walked down the blue mountain in the evening. When his children called from the Thorn Gate and led me to twine among the bamboos, where the green vines twined around my clothes, I was glad to have a chance to have a rest and chat over wine. We sing to the tune of the pine wind; When the stars set, we finished our song, I was drunk, my friend was very happy, and Tao Ran forgot the machine. The four seasons are idyllic-the mud mirror of the newly-built farm in Fan Chengda-Ma Pingchuan, where every household is cooking, but first frost is distinct. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. April in the countryside-Weng Juan is full of mountains and green. Silkworm and mulberry are planted in the field. New cool-Ji Xu is full of water, rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the trees, and the smoke from cooking is low. Orioles also love the new cool, flying over the green hills and crying in the shadows. Five wonders of the mountain village-Su Shi Zhuli Caotang is surrounded by mountains and waters, and flowers are everywhere in the mountain village in spring. Safe, lonely smoke from people. It's misty and rainy, and the chickens and dogs are restless, so there can be no peace. In the last March, there was no salt. The rice wrapped in sticks and quinoa hurried away, and the green money changed hands. Won the child's good pronunciation, which is not comparable to that in the city for a year and a half. I am ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, and you are sad that the harvest is over. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall. You can consider traveling less in life. "Prodigal Son"-Sun Guangxian Maoshe Park Creek Qu. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. Leaves grow and water grows. A small pond full of cicadas and hay. When you turn over, you can always see a blank bird. The water is red and fragrant. Outside the village house, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. It rained last night, and it was cool. "Village Scene"-Chen blows the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and Qing Xiao holds the pole to watch the geese. Silkworms go upstairs, and there are fewer mulberry leaves and more rice seedlings at the watering cart. "Boats with white bamboo awnings" admired his white awning boat. Two Confessions of the Global Village Entering the North Temple —— Wang Anshi's Raft Going Out of the Wild and the City's Yin and Ye Fen. Slide across the canal, stroll in Jasper, and grow crops in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus is dyed with tobacco fat, and musk deer is burned in deep water. When the sunset disappeared, the chickens gathered together. The "village house" Tian family has been busy since then. If the vegetables are moved far away from the water, the fruit will be frosted. Rice is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes tea. Guests come and have wine, stay in Maotang. "The mountain village is Xiao Si"-open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighbor Weng Shuitou lives. Today, it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy is wearing a short cup. Smoke wafted from the house at midnight. Xia Zhizhi is drunk, and Wuliu sings wild poems? . Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo. I play the pipa and hum a song. The voice is too light, and no one can hear it except my partner Mingyue. An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, and the weather in late autumn came. Moonlight in its groves of pine, Qingquan Rock upper class. The sound of bamboo returns to the Huan girl, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat. If you want to rest in spring, the prince and grandson can stay. I want to go to Songshan Qingchuan, and I want to go for leisure. If the water is intentional, the dusk bird will return. The autumn sunset submerged the distant mountain peaks. Next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. When I look back, the mist is behind me. When I enter them, they are all gone. A central peak separates the wilderness. In Zhong Nanshan, all the valleys are different. If you want to leave someone behind, ask the woodcutter on the other side. It's good to leave home in the middle of the year, and it's better to be alone in the south. It is better to succeed than to know yourself. When you get to a poor place, just sit and watch Yun Qi. It's time for duty. From the passage of a green stream around the mountain for 10,000 times, in less than 30 miles, the rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but where the light dimmed in the dense pine trees, the surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns and weeds flourished along the river bank. In my heart, I have always been pure, and so has Qingchuan. Please stay on the rock and the fishing will be over. In Weichuan, Tianjia obliquely lights up the city, and cattle and sheep return to poor lanes. The wild old man misses the shepherd boy and leans on his cane to wait for Fei Jing. Wheat seedlings are beautiful, silkworms sleep on mulberry leaves. I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past! . New Green Leaves (overnight) Looking at the new green leaves, Yuan Ye is vast and has no atmosphere. The national gate is near the ferry. The trees in the village are connected with the estuary. Baishui is in the field. After Bifeng came out of the mountain, there were no idle people in the farming month. Home is in the south. Huanghuachuan dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and stops for several miles. I will see the disciples in the circle, and I will see the forest hills. It will rain softly and whisper. Green trees are as gloomy as floating trees. I used to be tired of obscurity, but I was worried about broadmindedness. Brother Cui Puyang has a good autumn scenery in front of the mountain, and the scenery in Kuangjun Pool is idle. Thousands of miles know the mountain in front of the door, and several peaks show clouds. I craggy to the state of Qin, the rain is slanting, and the evening birds are still there. So I am still alive today, and I sigh with shame. Reflect on me from the moss, Xiao Chun and Meng Haoran. I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. In the birdsong stream, Wang Weiren is idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, birds jump in the spring stream. In the bamboo pavilion, Wang Wei leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest. I played the lute and hummed a song that was too light for anyone to hear. The moon came to take pictures. Meng Haoran stayed in Jiande River and boated in Yanzhu, worrying about new things at dusk. How clear the moon is on the water! . In the mountains, Wang Wei came out of the white stone in the west of Beijing, with thin red leaves. On the mountain road, there is no rain, and the air is green and humid. In the mountains, Wang Wei is empty after the rain, standing in the autumn moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stones in the stream, whispers in the bamboo forest, the laundry girl coming home, the lotus leaf in front of the fishing boat, going to Qiu Lai in spring, what does Wang Sun have to do?

6. Poems about hometown scenery Two poems praising rivers: 1. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.

Dajiangdong went to the waves to wash away, and he was a romantic figure through the ages.

I miss my hometown and care about my relatives and friends: I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives twice every festive season.

Poetry describing the scenery of the four seasons: in the spring morning, I woke up easily, surrounded by birds singing.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow.

The author's poem: A thousand hammers cut out a deep mountain, and if the fire burns idle. Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world. Lyrics by Lyme

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

7. Sentences describing the beauty of hometown or the beginning or end 1, ah! Hometown, how beautiful you are! How beautiful your gurgling river is! How beautiful your waterfalls, rocks and waves are! Your cool mountain spring, like holding out a mirror, seems to be dressing me up! Your round white clouds have turned the original blue sky bluer! 2, ah, hometown! Thousands of books can't finish reading your beauty, and Wan Li Road can't finish thinking about you. Your beauty and kindness have already been put into my bag, and you will accompany me around the world and feel at home. Being in a foreign land, it is inevitable to have a touch of homesickness. I can't tell you exactly what it looks like. Speaking of girls' homesickness, I have no objection; As for the boy, it seems that he shouldn't be homesick. This may be right. He, like me, is away from home all the year round. He only goes home once a year, only once during the Spring Festival, a traditional festival in China. After graduating from college, I have long been used to wandering for work, perhaps it is the feeling of wandering around the world. The afterglow of the sunset rippled back and forth with the microwave. Several fishing boats wandered on the river, while others rested on the shore, thus forming a beautiful picture. Everything in my hometown is reflected in my mind, which contains my childhood memories and makes me feel the warmth of home. My hometown, you are a bright pearl, which makes me unable to take back my eyes. You let me keep all the interesting things in my childhood completely. You love me. We will repay you with our own ability. 6. A strong village can stand the test of winter. Beautiful snowflakes fall down and put on a holy coat for the deep mountain village. After several snows, the warm spring is not far away ... 7. The scenery turns with the road, and we come to a stream, which hits the stone and plays beautiful music. The most surprising thing is the endless roadside by the stream. With a small yellow face, I nodded at the spring breeze and smiled at the sky. Flocks of butterflies danced among the flowers and shared a feast among them. My cousin and I couldn't help but stop and pounce on butterflies, but we missed them and chased them far away with their dancing. 8. Every year when I go back to my hometown, I like to have a look in the wild. Walking on the familiar field path, I saw green safflower and yellow rape flower, and smelled the fragrance. I feel like my childhood again. The land is still the same, and people are still the same. I may be absent for many years, and my lifestyle is different. I feel that I am not talking at the same level. Nevertheless, every time I return to my hometown, I always have a familiar feeling, and I can always see some different changes, perhaps because of the embellishment brought by the long-awaited new socialist countryside. Actually, what I saw was still too slow.

8. The poem "Mountain Residence in Autumn Night" describes the beautiful scenery of autumn in my hometown (Tang) Wang Wei.

After the rain, the empty mountain stands in the pine forest in the dusk moonlight, and the crystal stone flows in the stream.

Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home, and the lotus leaf gave in before the fishing boat. My friend's prince, spring has passed and you are still here. What does it matter? .

Appreciating the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival (Song) Su Shi

The evening clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.

This life is not a good night. Where to see the bright moon next year?

Autumn nocturne (Tang) Wang Wei

Guipo was born with autumn dew, but Luo was so thin that he never changed his clothes.

Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go home.

Autumn Night (Tang) Du Mu

Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan at the firefly.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

Midnight (Tang) Li Bai

A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating.

Autumn wind blows my heart, forever blowing to Yumen Pass.

Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! .

Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building (Tang) Li Bai

In a picturesque river, the mountain looks very clear, the rain catches the mirror, and the rainbow falls on the double bridge.

A cold orange pomelo and an old phoenix tree in autumn. Who goes to the north building, worship the breeze.

Night parking near Fengqiao (Tang)

Frosty night,

Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,

The midnight bell rang and the passenger ship arrived.

Autumn Mountain (Song) Yang Wanli

Sapium Sebi frum was an old dyer all his life.

Mistake iron soap for scarlet.

Xiaofeng stole wine all night,

Loneliness hides drunkenness.

Su Mu (Song) Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky and yellow leaves.

The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.

The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water.

The grass is ruthless, and it is even more ruthless outside the sunset.

Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel.

Every night unless, good dreams make people unable to sleep.

The moon tower rests alone,

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Five Poems of Chang Xin Qiu Ci (Tang) by Wang Changling

The leaves of the golden well tree are yellow.

Beaded curtains don't roll frost at night.

Smoked jade pillow has no color,

Lie down and listen to the Nangong clear the leak.

Autumn Night (Song) Zhu

Sleepless nights, crisp autumn,

Candle flowers are often cut for the night.

The bed is cool and full of buttonwood trees.

The phoenix tree is absent, and the moon is bright.

Chrysanthemum (Tang) Huang Chao

Stay in Qiu Lai on September 8th, and I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.

The incense array pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers.

Titania Chrysanthemum (Tang) Huang Chao

The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

Beginning of autumn Liu Han

The crying of suckling ducks scattered on the jade screen, and there was a cool breeze.

There is nowhere to be found when I sleep, and my eyes are full of leaves and moonlight.

Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the vegetation turns yellow, and the geese return to the south —— Autumn Wind

The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky —— Preface to Wang Ge's Farewell Ceremony Deng Hongfu's Knee in Autumn.

Trees are all in autumn, and mountains and hills just fade-wild hope.

Bai Juyi in Ode to Mujiang

"A waning moon is spreading in the water,

Half the river rustles and half the river is red.

Poor night of September 3rd,

Dewdrops are like pearls, and the moon is like a bow. "

Du Fu, up the hill

"In the wild wind in the vast sky, the ape is sobbing.

Birds fly over the clear lake and white sand beach and fly home.

Leaves fall like a waterfall,

When I watch the long river roll forward. "

Qiu Ci (Tang) Liu Yuxi

Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.

I say autumn is better than spring,

In the clear sky, a crane is walking among the clouds.

It brought poetry to Bixiao.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and old roads and thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Mountain (Tang) Du Mu

Far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.