Poems of Dead Leaves in Long Songs

1. Poems about dead leaves are swaying, and the wind blows women ... swaying, swaying, and the wind blows women.

The Book of Songs, Zheng Feng and Xi.

Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves.

Chu Quyuan's Nine Songs of the Warring States and Mrs. Xiang

There are many fallen leaves in Lu Ting, so I know it's autumn.

Tao Jin Yuanming rewarded Liu Chai Sang.

The leaves under the pavilion are high, and it is the first autumn in Gansu.

Dress Poems of Xiongnu in Liu Liang in Southern Dynasties

Grass is low, golden city is foggy, and Yumen is under the wind.

The uniqueness of clouds in the southern dynasties

The white stone in the west of Beijing is cold and the red leaves are thin

Two Poems of Queti Mountain by Tang Wang Wei

The plane tree leaves in Jinjingbian are yellow, and the night pearl curtain is not rolled out to see the frost. Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. "

Five Poems of Chang Xin Qiu Ci by Tang Wang Changling

Du Fu Gordon, I watched the long river rolling forward and the leaves falling like the spray of a waterfall.

The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold. When sleeping, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the streets are full of fallen leaves and moonlight.

Song Liu Han's beginning of autumn

2. Recommend some poems about "dead leaves" 1. Eighteen Beats of Hu Jian Date: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Cai Yan

Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to repair Xi alone.

I went with a lot of thoughts, but I didn't think long when I came.

Filled with branches and dried leaves of Artemisia annua, the battlefield was scarred and covered with bones, knives and arrows.

2. Miscellaneous songs that are difficult to walk Year: Tang Author: Lu

Didn't you see Wei Qiao in the north of Chang 'an? Gutian is lying dead.

In the past, it contained red and purple, and it often left fog and smoke. Spring is like snow,

Xiang che Yu Yuheng Yan. If a tourist does not struggle to climb, if a family advocate is uncompromising.

Advocate family heirloom socks, dragons and silver saddles must be ridden. The oriole has always been a flower,

Play in twos and threes. Thousands of feet has hundreds of feet of branches, and osmanthus and sapphire cover up each other.

Mandarin ducks on coral leaves, chicks in phoenix nests. The nest fell down and the phoenix went home.

A dead leaf falls and the wind blows. Once dispersed, no one cares, destroy your knowledge forever.

3. "Lonely eaves and low nights" Year: Song Author:.

Lonely Peng night low cluster, rustling rain sad. Frost marks on one bank, smoke color on half a river, sad sand head and dead leaves. The cloud is still alive. The dark west wind blows the old and is full of new snow. The weather is cruel, so Li Sao should take it home.

4. "Qi Tianle Cicada" Age: Song Author: Be careful.

Huai Xun suddenly made a clear business complaint, vaguely heard it, and rested. The old garden is deeply worried, dangerous and bitter, and the previous dreams are withered. Say goodbye to injuries. It's a few sunsets and a few waning moons. In an instant, the west wind rises, and who do you say with great hatred?

5. "Closed Households" Year: Song Author: Lu You

Sound and profit can make the wise stupid and let the people live in seclusion.

The dead leaves in the stove simmer taro at night, and the bamboo poles water vegetables in the cold spring in the morning.

Better turn over your socks than be impartial.

How happy today, Wan Li knows a piece of paper.

Who wrote this dead-leaf meteorite?

Twenty-one Song Fu: Song Author: Shi Zhiyu

The last leaf in the west, the first branch in the east.

Wei and he hung together like peas and carrots, sitting on the cold and ignored path.

It will be called a single pass directly, but a silk hug.

Complaining about others lies in being a teacher. Today, branches are dead and leaves are falling.

When will it be applied? Where there is no snow,

You can only hiss at the breeze. Talking about Chen, saying:

Come and learn from others.

3. The poem "Love of My Life" about dead leaves

Exile the free wind outside the window with the beautiful autumn.

Xiao killed Qiu, and Qiu will make a comeback.

Heaven and earth have never changed, but the love of my life cannot be played back.

Now maple leaves are full of season and tourists are everywhere.

The kite is tender, the rope is not broken, and the child runs over.

If you are outside the clouds, you can see the dust that I rushed to you.

Butterflies wander in autumn, waiting for a love.

Fate turns, brewing a sentimental future.

The end of fate is a grave. Who says a long life will not fail?

The woodcutter waved his sawtooth to see the posture of Acer truncatum landing.

When love is cut, the pain of the last lap is recorded.

Abandoned old roots, or new love or long buried branches.

Oranges, grapes and rice all have harvests, and sickles are no exception.

The seeds will bloom again in a spring and continue the beautiful present.

Full of a person's gluttonous feast, watching the wax torch turn to ash, and roared off.

I am not comprehensive enough in the love game, which violates life and death.

Waiting is like an evil spirit that breaks away from the seal, and no one can control the helplessness.

Without you, teach me how to live happily and cross an abstract future.

4. The poem "Dead Leaf Butterfly" about dead leaf butterfly

Suddenly I saw a butterfly with dead leaves.

With the color of dead leaves

Fly alone

Who's with it, Qi Fei?

I'm just a butterfly with dead leaves.

With a fake smile

Flying in a world of hypocrisy

Nobody cares about me.

Suddenly one day.

You use a warm smile

Soft eyes

Soothe my broken heart

I am here

I just want to meet you by chance.

Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers.

It can be like fireworks.

Dead-leaf butterflies, ancient poems, crystal princesses

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Crystal princess

maintain neutrality

Ziwei this year

On the branch last year.

A faint scent

subside

In a series of sweet days

I sent a message.

And your confession

Sprinkle it on the same juicy green leaves.

As the season turns yellow

Memories condense in dead leaves.

Air-dried into a thin landscape painting

Smart love

Turn into a dead-leaf butterfly

Fly among the flowers

Measure the distance of love with wings

A pleasant aftertaste

Lagerstroemia indica is in full bloom with old branches on the fence.

Light fragrance lasts a long time.

Jun Jun was dyed green again,

The deep autumn wind turns yellow and enters the dormant period.

Leaves withered, feelings empty,

Air-dried into thin slices.

Yu Yue quietly turned into a butterfly with dead leaves.

How far is flapping love?

5. What is the poem "Long March Songs"?

The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.

I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.

The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?

A lazy youth, a lousy age.

Translation:

Sunflowers in the garden are lush, and Ran Ran rises in the glittering and translucent morning sun. Spring scatters hope all over the earth, and everything shows prosperity. I am always afraid that the cold autumn will come, the leaves will turn yellow and the grass will wither. When can a hundred rivers run to the sea and return to the west? If young people don't work hard in time, they will only regret it for a lifetime when they are old.

Long Songs is a classical poem by China, which belongs to Yuefu poetry in Han Dynasty, and it is a famous piece to persuade the world to cherish time and forge ahead.

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Creation background

Yuefu is a royal musical organ established since the Qin Dynasty. It not only sings the poems of literati, but also undertakes the task of collecting folk songs. During the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, a large number of poems were collected from the people, which were rich in content and wide in subject matter. This poem is one of Han Yuefu's poems. Long-line songs refer to freestyle singing with "long singing" as the tune.

Poetry appreciation

On the whole, this poem mainly means that the seasons change rapidly and time is gone forever, so people are advised to cherish their youth and make efforts to make a difference.

The whole poem conveys feelings with scenery and is reasonable from feelings. With vivid images such as morning dew is easy to dry, Qiu Lai leaves fall to the roots, and a hundred rivers flow to the east, it entrusts the philosophy of life that "if a teenager doesn't work hard, the boss will be sad". With the help of the morning dew, the flowers fall in autumn, and the running water goes east and never returns, there is a sigh that time flies and life is short, encouraging people to firmly grasp the life that flies with time and make efforts to make use of it.

"Kwai is in the green garden, and the morning dew is waiting for the sun. In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. " These four sentences, literally, are praises to spring, but in fact, they are comparisons between things and people, and they are praises to the most precious thing in life-youth. Life is full of youthful vitality, just like spring is beautiful all year round.

The poet expressed his fleeting treasure of "youth" with "always afraid of autumn festivals", and one of the words "fear" showed that people were powerless to the laws of nature, and the withering of youth was inevitable.

Then from the change of time series to the endless time and infinite space of the universe. Time is like a river that dies in the east, and it will never return. From the time scale, people's life cannot be revived after old age. In the face of this eternal nature, life is like morning dew on leaves, which dries at the sight of sunshine, just like the leaves of green sunflowers wither in autumn wind.

Poetry turns from exploring the universe to thinking about the value of life, and finally comes to the conclusion that "young people don't work hard, but old disciples are sad", ending the whole poem. The word "disciple" at the end of the sentence is meaningful: first, it says that the boss has accomplished nothing and life is a waste; Second, waking up in old age will not help, but there is no way, which is intended to emphasize the need to work hard in time.

6. The sentence describing the dead leaves is anxiety about the fallen leaves in the north, which renders a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet. The first thing that may fall is just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.

Yellow leaves, piece by piece, float gently on the water, like countless boats, slowly swing away with the wind.

Fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like hovering gliders.

Fallen leaves float to the invisible world and fall into silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.

7. Which talented woman or talented person knows the ancient poems about the dead leaf butterfly? Five butterflies with dead leaves.

A friend sent a specimen of the dead-leaf butterfly in Emei Mountain and put it on the desk, which aroused reverie and meditation on seven methods.

Five songs. The fifth series begins with the homonym of "butterfly" and "spy".

Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly is envied by many people. What is the withered shape of Ertuo?

Colorful, frosty and haggard with a pale face.

It is not easy to keep the gold powder of the Six Dynasties, nor is it easy to be prosperous in March.

The book case is vivid and vivid, and the autumn is deep.

(Note: In the old couplets, there is a saying that "wine waits for grass, and poetry is deleted with the loss of leaves". The last sentence of this poem takes its meaning.

Use it instead. )

Colorful flowers and dancing dead leaves play with the spring breeze.

Described as a sad poet with a clear vein, he was ashamed of the painter.

Song and dance clothes are fashionable and different, and money and jade scraps are beautiful.

Heaven avoids disasters and hides blessings, and everything goes smoothly.

(Note: The last sentence uses the original sentence of the modern poet Zhu Yong. )

The west wind shakes off falsehood and doubts truth, but washes away lead flowers.

Mysterious temples and drums are not isolated from the world, and the slender waist is also covered with thorns.

Flip through the long road and pursue romantic spring persistently.

The competition drama of survival of the fittest has been notified to Tanhua several times.

(Note: Zhuan Xu's "Metamorphosis" refers to cicada, which comes from Robin's poem "I can't bear to be metaphysical and change my mind";

"Thin waist" refers to bees. )

The brightly colored clothes faded. Who knows? Where the world of mortals is, it is there.

Every patient danced with swallows to prevent Yune from being bullied by warblers.

Good flowers like rain fascinate new dreams, and dead leaves hate old branches too much.

A frost specimen is thin, vaguely enlightened and reciting poems.

Butterfly fans always hide and change in disguise.

Crisis prediction is deep, and wisdom is false.

When you enter this country, you don't know what you really look like.

Can be a golden leaf, can be combined with high branches, earn sunset.