The Book of Songs: There are bitter leaves on the beetle.
There are bitter leaves on the beetle. Deep is severe, shallow is exposed.
There are rivers and lakes flowing, and there are pheasants and pheasants singing. The track is not wet when the economy is full, and the pheasants cry in search of their mates.
The geese are singing and the sun is rising. If a scholar returns to his wife, the ice has not yet melted.
Recruiting boats, whether people are involved or not. Whether a person is involved or not, he must be my friend.
Early Autumn Guesthouse Du Mu
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is startled by autumn.
I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about the guests every year.
Where will we leave? How long will it last?
Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free.
Falling Leaves Kong Shaoan
The fallen leaves are startling in early autumn, and they drift like the hearts of guests.
Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.
He Du Lu's "Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi
On the first day of October in Hanshan Mountain, the leaves are new due to frost.
It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring.
Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly.
Looking at the basket, there were only two people in front of the wind.
One leaf falls by Bai Juyi
The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already begun.
Cold and warm, ups and downs, are related to the exterior and interior.
Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves.
Don’t say it’s just a little bit shaken, it starts from here.
Drunk to the Red Leaves Bai Juyi
The autumn trees are blown by the wind, and people have been drinking for a long time.
It looks like frosty leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.
Sophora japonica leaves are harvested coldly by Du Fu
Green and tall locust leaves are picked and sent to the Chinese chef. New noodles come to the market, and they are all delicious.
It is too mature to enter the capital, and you have no desire to add a meal. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included.
The meridian teeth are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu.
The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small, and the algae are only bright.
In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed.
On a moonlit night, cold dew can be seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree Dai Cha
On the leaves of the sycamore tree, the white dew of the moon has just begun to appear. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold.
The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night.
The congealed sky flows everywhere, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don't be tired of looking at the approaching tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi.
One leaf falls, Li Cunzhen
One leaf falls, and the beads are on the foil.
At this time, the scenery was desolate.
The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain.
Blowing the curtain, thinking about the past.
Lotus Leaf Li Qunyu
The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew.
Plant in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.
In February in Liuzhou, all the banyan leaves have fallen off. Liu Zongyuan
The official affairs and thoughts are desolate, half-spring turns like autumn.
After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the courtyard is full of banyan leaves and orioles are singing.
Red Leaves Luo Yin
Beside the deserted city, the evening light shines brightly.
The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain.
Wandering on Baling Road, the beauty Changxin Palace.
Waiting for the end of the year, there is endless hope.
Falling leaves, Qi Ji
It is late in autumn even when the leaves are falling, and you can see your neighbors outside the window.
No one in the world is shocked. I am alone in the forest.
Xiao Sao Wei moon night, overlapping morning frost morning.
Yesterday it was overcast and the orioles were singing and the trees were springing.
Falling leaves Wang Jian
The old green leaves are in different directions, and the first red ones have overlapped.
The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree.
Red leaves Wu Rong
The dew-stained frost dries lightly, and becomes bright in the setting sun.
The smoke is falling and the autumn colors are falling, and the love for thousands of miles is spread with the waves.
The shadows of birds are hidden in the moon for several nights, and the sound of crickets is heard in every family.
For a while, I didn’t have much regret in my decline, watching the flowers being cut in the breeze.
Looking at the yellow leaves in Yuezhou, Zhang said
Looking at the yellow leaves with a white head, the colors are complex and geometric.
Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song.
The frost leaves fly thousands of miles away
The clouds hang down to the ground, the smoke from the embankments is heavy, and Yan Hong makes his first trip to the river. The dew lotus leaves and the willow trees are sparse with people, and the terraces and pavilions are still quiet.
Hate pulse pulse, separation love resentment dawn. Lovesick soul dreams on a small screen. The tired guest collects his clothes, dust flies all over him, and the jade mirror shines shamefully. Infinitely quiet streets and secluded streets, chasing pleasure and seeking rewards, arriving first before others leave you behind. The young man's thoughts turned empty, and Kuang Lao came to embrace him. All the green leaves and red flowers have passed. The sound of separation was relaxed and tidy at that time. Ask about the beauty, from being haggard, to reducing the waistline, how much like a man.
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Ancient poems with the word "leaf"
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Early Autumn Guest House Du Mu
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is already startling autumn.
I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about the guests every year.
Where will we leave? How long will it last?
Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free.
Falling Leaves Kong Shaoan
In early autumn, the leaves fall in shock, and they drift like the hearts of guests.
Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.
He Du Lu's "Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi
On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new.
It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring.
Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly.
Looking at the basket, there were only two people in front of the wind.
One leaf falls by Bai Juyi
The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen.
Cold and warm, ups and downs, are related to the exterior and interior.
Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves.
Don’t say it’s just a little shaken, it starts from here.
Drunk to the Red Leaves Bai Juyi
The autumn trees are blown by the wind, and people have been drinking for a long time.
It looks like frosty leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.
Sophora japonica leaves are harvested coldly by Du Fu
Green and tall locust leaves are picked and sent to the Chinese chef. New noodles come to the market, and they are all delicious.
If you are too mature to enter the capital, you will have no desire to add a meal. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included.
The meridian teeth are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu.
The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small and the algae are bright.
In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed.
On a moonlit night, cold dew is seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree Dai Cha
On the leaves of the sycamore tree, the white dew of the moon has just begun to appear. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold.
The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night.
The congealed sky flows everywhere, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don’t be tired of looking at yourself, it’s even harder to gather Xi.