Poems describing lotus flowers in late summer

2. Xia He Poems

Poems about late summer 1. Poetry about summer

1 Xiao He just showed his sharp horns, and a dragonfly stood on it a long time ago. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")

It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. (Zhao Shixiu's "You Yue")

The mountains and plains are green, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. (April in the Country by Weng Juan)

The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are of different colors. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")

The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze cries at midnight. (Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon Walks Huangsha Road")

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant. (Gao Pian's "Mountain Pavilion Summer")

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")

Eight 30-diameter Yang Shuhua are covered with white felt, and green money is stacked on the lotus leaf. (Du Fu's "Wandering in Queque")

Panasonic Mao Ting, I wish I could help you.

2. Complete poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter

Let's start with a poem describing spring: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night". Du Fu of Tang Dynasty knows the rainy season and when spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. He Biyu in Tang Dynasty is composed of ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging from a tree.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple" Tang Bai Juyi's world was beautiful in April, and peach blossoms in Shanxi began to bloom.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. "Qiantang Spring Tour" Tang Baijuyi Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a low water level at first.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees. "Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. "Hui Chong" Song Sushi's Peach Blossom outside Bamboo is a prophet of warm ducks on the river.

The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. "It's not worth going to the park." Ye Songshao Weng should pity his teeth and seal his fur, but Xiao Kouchai Fei won't open for a long time.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. "Spring Day" Song Zhuxi wins the day to find the waterfront, and the boundless scene is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. "Remembering Jiangnan is good" Tang Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou.

Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong.

Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. Will we meet again sooner or later? Second, about the poem describing summer: "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu did not die, which poisoned my intestines.

Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt. Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.

The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.

Things have no details and are adaptive. Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.

Why are you washing and looking at each other? Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.

Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early. North city is sad, storks fly.

When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy. "Early Summer" Tang Bai Juyi was full of things and planted them for a while.

Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass. Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.

Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone. After all, all flesh and blood are far away.

There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless. It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.

Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you. More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.

Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.

Why go back to your hometown? I can't die. "Miscellaneous Summer Pastoral" (I) Song Fan Chengda, Li Zijin apricot fat, wheat white cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. "Little Pool" Song Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. "Drunken Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" Song Sushi's dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. In Unknown Miscellaneous Poems, the sun in Shi Naian is scorching, and the wild rice in Tianhe is half burnt.

The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it. 3. Poems about Autumn: Qiu Ge at midnight, Tang Libai, a bright moon hanging in the capital, ten thousand hammers washing.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

"Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's Jiangcheng was picturesque, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and clear skies in Wan Li. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?

The Nightingale on an Autumn Night The ghost woman of Tang Dynasty was born with autumn dew, but she was too thin to change her clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

"Autumn Night" Tang Du Muyin painted a cold screen with a candle and a small fan flapping at fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

Climbing the mountain, Tang Du Fu sobbed in a sharp wind from the wide sky, and the birds were flying home to the clear lakes and white beaches. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Night berth Jiande Jiangtang Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

"Mountain Festival Thinking of Shandong Brothers" Tang people are in a foreign land, and they miss their relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

"Mountain Walking" Tang Du Mu is far away from Hanshan Mountain, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

"To Liu Jingwen" Song Sushi's lotus is not covered by rain, and there are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum. Good years must be remembered, it is orange.

An autumn night in a deep mountain, Tang, stands empty after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

"Ode to Mujiang" Tang Bai Juyi's sunset is full of water, half river rustling and half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

4. Poems describing winter: "Jiang Xue" There are no birds in the mountains of Zongyuan, Liu Tang, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

"Don't Be Big" Tang Gao is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

"Yongmei" Wang Song Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes.

"Xue Mei" Song Lu Meipo Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet stopped writing a commentary. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.

"Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Song Fan Chengda let the boat idle to see the snow-capped mountains clear, and the wind set cold and frozen late. Sitting and listening to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice.

Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian, secretary of Wu Guitang and Cen Can, and the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow passed the Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

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3. Poems about summer

The lotus leaf skirt in Changling, Wang Song is cut in monochrome, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face.

Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus. At the beginning of Yuwan, Guangxi came to Lvwan for fishing in spring, and apricot blossoms were chaotic in spring.

The pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered. One summer night, I sighed that Tang/Du Fu was immortal, and the inflammation poisoned the intestines.

Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind blows my skirt, and the paradise of science comes from Kazuki Watanabe musicians, and the forest stretches on. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.

When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. No matter big or small, it is adaptive. In poor years, I miss Pigos and defend the frontier.

Why are you washing and looking at each other? Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.

Although Lanzi is buried, it is better to return early, and the north city is sad and the stork flies. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.

Summer in the Mountain Pavilion by Gao Pian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is characterized by dark green trees and bright summer days, with the balcony reflecting into the pool. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

The Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling's "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and they will do whatever it takes.

Liang Na, a poet of the Song Dynasty, came to enjoy the cool hairpin outside the willow and painted a bed on the south bank of the bridge. In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.

Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Chasing the Cool on a Summer Night" is still hot in the afternoon, and the door is open in the middle of the month. Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind.

Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "A Summer Sympathy in Nanting", in which the mountain light suddenly disappeared in the west and the moon rose in the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams. Su Shunqin, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Summer Meaning", which was celebrated in midsummer and the pomegranate was covered with curtains.

The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles. Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote "Living in a secluded place in early summer": the scenery of lakes and mountains is better than Weng's home, the locust trees are hidden in the background, and the ridges are oblique.

When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake. The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower.

Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

4. Five ancient poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter.

1. A poem describing spring: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu knows the rainy season, and spring happens when it comes. When he sneaked into the night with the wind, everything was moistened and silent. The wild path is dark and the river boat is full of fire. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "Singing Willow" Tanghe Zhangzhi Jasper is decorated with tall trees and ten thousand pieces of green silk hanging down. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I don't know how it got like this. Spring tour of Qiantang Lake, northwest of Jiating, and Gushan Temple of Baijuyi in Tang Dynasty, with flat water surface and low cloud feet. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and new swallows peck at spring mud. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can throw horseshoes. I love that the lake doesn't go eastward, and the white sand embankment is hidden by green trees. At the dawn of spring, in the morning of Tang spring, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. About describing summer. Inflammation and hot air poisoned my intestines. I am safe in Wan Lifeng, and my clothes are messed up by the wind. There are musicians from Kazuki Watanabe in heaven, but the forest is sparse. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. Feathers are flying, feathers are flying. Things are good and natural. I miss him, guarding the frontier in poor years. Why don't you wash your hands and look at each other? You can be healthy when you think intensely. Tang Bai Juyi's The First Summer was all about it, and everything was fine for a while. Elk likes deep forests, while insects and snakes like rich grasslands. Sweet birds love dense leaves, swim in scales and like new algae. The sky disappeared, and I withered alone. After all, all my flesh and blood are far away. There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless. It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself. I got drunk on an island in the lake at dusk. Why should I go back to my hometown? How could I die? (1) Song Fancheng, Dazhong, plums, apricot fat, wheat gray, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence during the day, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. In the pond, Song Yang's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade loves sunshine and is soft. Xiao He only shows sharp corners, and dragonflies have long stood on it. Lotus flowers that reflect sunlight are different in color. Poems describing autumn include: Qiu Ge in the middle of the night, Tang Libai, a bright moon hanging over the capital, ten thousand hammers beating on the ground, autumn wind blowing my heart, forever heading for the Jade Pass, oh, when will the Tatar army be closed, and my husband will return from a long battle! . Qiu Deng Xuancheng, Xie Tiao North Building, Tang Libai picturesque Jiangcheng, the mountains look at the clear sky, the rain looks in the mirror, the rainbow falls on Shuangqiao, the orange pomelo is crowded with people, and the old phoenix tree is autumn. Who goes to the north building, the wind welcomes Xie Gong. Autumn night song Guangluo has always been thin and has never changed his clothes. Yin Zheng is diligent for a long time, and his heart is afraid of deficiency. In autumn night, Tang Du Mu painted a cold screen with silver candles, and a small fan brushed fireflies. The night was cold as water, and she sat watching the morning glory and Vega. Du Fu, a mountain climbing pond, has a wide sky and a high wind, apes crow and birds return, blue lakes and white sands, and fallen leaves are like waterfalls. I think the long river is rolling, and I have walked three thousand miles. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. Bitterness and hatred are frosty temples, and heartache and exhaustion are the thick dust in my wine. Poems about winter: Jiang Xue, Zongyuan, Liu Tang, there are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. Don't Dongda, Tang Gaoshi, thousands of miles away, Huang Yun in the daytime, the north wind blowing geese and snow. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. Yongmei, Wang Song Anshi corner plum, hanling alone. The distance is not snow, but faint fragrance. The poet Xue Mei stopped writing and commented on this chapter. Mei's snow is white, but it has lost a little fragrance to Mei. "Winter Pastoral Fun" Fan Song Chengda set sail to see the snow-capped mountains bright and clean, and the wind was biting. Sitting and listening, I didn't know that the lake had frozen.

5. Five poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Spring:

1, the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. -Han Yu's Early Spring

2. In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

3. The Silk River with beautiful spring scenery floats between heaven and earth, like a cloud beside the Jade Peak, shuttling between ancient times and the present. -Du Fu's "Climbing the Building"

4. The spring garden can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall. -Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"

I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow

Summer:

1, the next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus reflected in the sun is not the same red. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

2. Xiao He only showed a sharp corner, on which stood a dragonfly. -Yang Wanli's Little Pool

3, the bright moon does not surprise magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"

4. The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond. -Gao Pian's "Mountain Pavilion Summer"

5, rustling clothes towels falling jujube flowers, Zhaizhanzhai north ring car. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha"

Autumn:

1, I'll come back when there is a holiday in the mountains and it's chrysanthemum time. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"

2. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps. -Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.

3, stop to sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February. -Du Fu's "Mountain Walk"

4, silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. -Mutu's autumn night

5. Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. -Liu Yuxi's autumn poems

Winter:

1, Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off Xuanyuan terrace. -Li Bai's Popular North

2. The vast sea churned and dried up, and ice cloud bleak and Wan Li condensed. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

3. The north wind rolled the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

I don't know if the trees in the garden are really plums. -Oriental Qiu "Chun Xue"

5, heaven and man than Xu Qiao, cut water flying flowers. -Lu Chang's "Surprised Snow"

6. Poetry about spring, summer, autumn and winter

Ancient poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter 1. Ancient poems describe spring 1, spring dawn and Tang Meng Haoran. I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. 2, "Recalling Jiangnan" Tang Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? 3, "Chun Xue" Tang Han lost his youthful appearance in the New Year, and grass buds appeared in early February.

Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying. 4, "Early Spring Rain" Tang Hanyu Tianjie light rain is crisp and crisp, and the grass color is close to it.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. 5, "Late Spring" Tang Hanyu cursive script knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple fight against each other.

Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky. 6, "Qiantang River Spring Tour" Tang Baijuyi Gushan Temple is north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees. 7, "Jiang Nanchun quatrains" Tang Du Mu Li Qing Hong, Shuicun Guo Shan wine flag wind.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. 8. When will Fu fly back from Youchun Lake? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom.

After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees. Second, the ancient poem describing summer 1, "Shanting Summer" Tang Gao's summer is shaded by trees, and the balcony reflects into the pool.

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant. 2, "Summer" In the midsummer of Tang Jiangnan, it rains like a river.

Dew orange drops golden bullets, banana spits white lotus. 3, "Xia Meng" edited by Tang Jiangnan and Ci Sun.

Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra. 4, "Xiaochi" Song Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. 5, "Summer Meaning" Su Song shunqin farewell hospital in late summer, pomegranate flowers full curtain.

The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles. 6, "Smell the cicada" Tang Leiqing locust shadow new sound, fog thin wind light uneven.

When you hear the Tao, you are always depressed and worried about the people. 7. "Six Words in Summer" Song Luyou breezes from the west and the moon is full of stars.

Several boats crossed Pukou, and a flute sounded in front of the mountain. 8. "Look" Qingyuan Mei Mutong rides a yellow ox and sings Lin Yue.

Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. Third, the ancient poem 1 describes the autumn, which was moored on Jiande River all night. Tang Meng was so natural. When my boat moved in the fog, the sunlight weakened and old memories began.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. 2, "Qiu Si" Tang Zhangji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang City, he wanted the writer to write a book.

When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. 3, "Autumn Moon" Song Chengyu Qingxi crossed Bishantou, empty water and fresh autumn.

Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long. 4, "Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon" stone clouds are full of cold, silently turning to the jade plate.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? 5, "Autumn Day" Song Chengyu is leisurely and leisurely, and he is red when he sleeps.

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. 6, "Autumn Ci" Liu Tang Yuxi clear water to late frost, a few trees dark red and light yellow.

Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring. 7, "Autumn Evening" Tang Du Muyin candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. 8. "Mountain Walking" Tang Dumu is far away from Hanshan Stone Trail, and there are people in the depths of white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Fourth, the ancient poem 1 describing winter, there are no birds in the hundred mountains of Zongyuan, Liutang, Jiang Xue, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths.

A boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone. 2, "Night Snow" Tang Bai Juyi has been shocked by the cold pillow and bright outside the window.

It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. 3, "Information" Lu Songmei slope has plum, no snow and no spirit, snow and no poetry.

The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs. 4, "Xue Mei" Song Lu Meipo Xue Mei refused to fall to Spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. 5, "After the Snow in the Mountain" Thank you for opening the door in the morning. The mountains are full of snow, and the snow is clear and the sun is cold.

There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness. 6, "Looking at the Snow" Song Yang Wanli sat and looked deep, preferring to send cold light in the evening.

I'm tired of dancing in the air, and the slightest wind is busy. I don't hesitate to give everything I have, calling it plum blossom and jade without fragrance.

Money cooks people into soup cakes in exchange for fireworks sausages. 7, "Night Snow" Tang Baijuyi has been shocked by the cold pillow, and the window is bright.

It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. 8. Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian Wu's return to Tang Beifeng to fold the white grass, and eight In the snow passed the Tatar Day.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The bow became stiff and could hardly be pulled out, and all the iron clothes were cold. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

The poem about Xia He is 1. Search: a poem about swimming in the Yangtze River.

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.

The stars leaned down from the clearing, and the moon came running from the river.

Leaves fall like a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll on Du Fu and climb up the mountain.

The lonely sail is far away, but I can send Meng Haoran to Guangling in the sky of the Yangtze River.

Tianmen breaks the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flows back to Li Baiwang Tianmen Mountain.

The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river flows into the river (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry")

References:

"The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river goes around the wilderness"-(Tang) Li Bai

"This water runs through the heavens and the earth, and the mountains are there but not there." Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

"Long waves push forward waves, and even the mountains are cracked"-[Tang] Bai Juyi.

"The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river goes around the wilderness"-(Tang) Li Bai

References:

2. Akiyama Poems

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. Song Fan Zhongyan's Su Mu Man

Broken rainbow rain, clear autumn sky, dyed mountains, trimmed eyebrows and new green. Song and Huang Tingjian's Niannujiao

Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. Song Liu Yong's Klang Ganzhou

How many violets depend on each other and hate each other, looking back at the west wind for a while. Two Occasional Problems of Mu in Qi 'an County

Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves because of the wind, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively. Guan's Autumn Day

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. Pu's Jing Tian Sand Ball

The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. South Tang Li Jing's Huanxisha

Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a red candle and fanned a small fan to drive away fireflies. Autumn Night by Tang Du Mu

The frost wind is getting colder and colder, and the cold is closing the river. The residual photos should be held. Song Liu Yong's Klang Ganzhou

Sleeping on the earth shook everything about Qiu Lai. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Man Jiang Hong You Nan Yan Fan Kuoyun"

3. Huangqiao Poetry

Glossary of words for closing dusk

Words describing dusk are:

The sunset glow is colorful and mottled with light and shadow. The sunset glow drops a little, and the sunset in the west is like blood, filled with smoke. The bird returns to the lantern in Hualin. At the beginning of the night, the sun sets, and the sun sets. The sun is setting all over the sky. The setting sun is melting gold, the setting sun is getting thinner, and the setting sun is getting thinner in Sang Yu. The west wind is fading, and the twilight is boundless.

Poems describing dusk are:

1, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I have driven ahead in Leyou tombs. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

2. When Jiang Hui saw the flower watch, he knew it was at the west gate of Xunyang. Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk.

3. Xilong instruments are quiet and the bells and drums are long. Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang.

At dusk, Nansha ebbs, the moonlight is covered with sand, and autumn snow is falling. Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty.

5. The art gallery is singing and dancing, and the club goes to the club to see it. The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk.

6. In front of the independent Buddhist temple at dusk, there are trees and cicadas all over the ground. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.

7, the ancient locust smoke is sparse and sad, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.

8, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, the mind is refreshed, and the golden beast disappears. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

The sentences describing dusk are:

1, the sunset left a long shadow, a piece of blood red. ..... The sky soon darkened, grape-colored dusk, purple dusk. Covered with citrus forests and narrow Gua Tian; The sun is a kind of squeezed grape purple mixed with burgundy red.

2. Every evening, the thick and heavy clouds in the sky can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap in the sunset, just like a fish rolling golden scales occasionally in the rough sea.

There is always a smell of cooking smoke in the evening air, mixed with all kinds of dishes on the warm table, and mixed into a special taste. This taste is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. Always warm, practical and reunion.

The sky is getting dark and the sunset is like blood, slowly covering the whole xx Mountain. There is only a sunset glow on the horizon. He stood at the top of the mountain, and the breeze passed by him. Although it is summer, he still feels a little chilly. He stood there quietly, saying nothing, as if nothing existed.

There is always no sense of demarcation at night. God, whether it's black or not; The light, should I turn it on or not? Should the curtains be closed or not?

6. The sun has passed through at night.

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