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Poems describing Xiangshan Mountain

1, the meaning of drunkenness is not in the red leaves-Bai Juyi

Qiu Shu, who lives in the breeze, has been drinking for many years. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring.

2. Two Poems of Akiyama-Yang Wanli

I have been an old dyer all my life, and I made iron soap scarlet by mistake. Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was lonely and unbearable, covering up her drunkenness.

3, "He Chunfu Hongye"-strong

There is no bright color in the autumn garden, and the west wind is particularly strong. Smoke Cui Lin, sometimes as cold as ice, red. Xia Guang Han Qing lining, lamp torch blue sarong. If you don't understand pine and cypress, you will be annoyed by chemical industry.

4. Autumn Poetry-Liu Yuxi

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

5. Maple Leaf on the River-Cheng?

Jiang Feng is depressed and has no strength to compete with Song Jun. A leaf falls on the fisherman, and the sunset brings autumn colors.

6. "Looking at Maple Trees in Shandong with Chengdu"-Lu You

At the west corner of the Wumen Gate, under the Red Chamber, there is a Feng Dan tree. Looking back on the past, I swam like a dream, and the west wind blew tears and dried up.

7. Early Winter-Land Travel

Life poems drain light, I love early winter frost. The better the maple leaf, the more fragrant the plum blossom. Why not retire when you are comfortable in your later years and grow up when there is no camp in the short term? Some children are interested in this, and one window is yellow.

8. The Book of Late Autumn-Lu You

In late autumn, the wind and rain swept through us, and the sound of anvil pestle made the geese sad. The maple leaves are bleak, but the chrysanthemums are exhausted. The people in the pavilion are familiar with drinking on credit, and the monks in the wild temple are idle in playing chess. Don't blame yourself for trying to find out what happened under the forest.