Poetry about autumn geese 1. Poetry about maple leaves and geese in autumn.
Poems about geese:
Du Fu, the Lonely Goose
A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion. Whoever pities a shadow loses a million clouds.
Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion. Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice.
Du Fu, Gui Yan
I heard that the geese went south from Guangzhou this spring. Watch the flowers rise to the sea, avoid the snow and go to Luofu.
This is a problem when avoiding worrying about guests. Every year, the frost is separated, but the five lakes are autumn.
Li Yi, Yangzhou Early Goose
Three thousand geese visit the Forbidden City on the river every year. Last month, the poor river was partially illuminated.
Li Yi, the geese in the water room
The number of early geese suddenly doubled, which surprised the autumn wind window. The night is long and the moon is full of empty rivers.
Yan Ming Han Yu
The geese crow and fly, and the poor autumn goes south and the spring comes back to the north. Eliminating cold warms the heart.
The sky is vast and the habitat is sparse. The wind and frost are bitter, the rice is weak and the feathers are not fat.
Pei Hui rebelled against Gu Qun. Mourn for the next continent. Sea of clouds in Jiangnan water town,
The grass is soft and has no net. Idle flying and quiet gathering, against worry and benefit.
What does Feng Ling call a gentleman?
Poems describing maple leaves in autumn:
Night berth near Zhangjifeng Bridge
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Shuangfengpu Du Fu
Falling out of the pool of green maple, the old double maple has been destroyed. Xie Li, who is self-defeating, is not a pillar.
Wave foot floating gauze hat, skin must be cut brocade moss. The land by the river belongs to me. I'll borrow it from heaven for the time being.
moustache
The grass is rustling outside Changzhou Garden, but it takes a long time to go around the city.
Only by not forgetting today can we get rid of the rain at dusk and cross the Maple Bridge.
That's all I can remember and find for the time being. Hope to adopt!
2. Poems about geese
1, "To tell the truth, Jin Furong lives for fragrance" [Song] Yan Shu's flowing water is light and the sky is gray.
The road is boundless. From a high point of view.
The beauty came, and she daydreamed infinitely. Vernacular: The running water becomes thinner, the blue sky becomes longer and longer, and the road of life is long. Looking at the distance from a height, the eyes disappear, and when the geese come, they will always evoke infinite reverie.
2, "Fisherman's Pride" [Song] Fan Zhongyan blocked the scenery, and Hengyang geese went without checking. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
Vernacular: When it comes to the border jam in autumn, the scenery will be very different, and nothing will be left by the geese in Hengyang. Corners in all directions began to remind me that thousands of miles away, the smoke of the Great Wall, the sunset and the lonely city in the desert slowly closed.
3, "A prune, red lotus root fragrant residual jade in autumn" [Song] Li Qingzhao, red lotus root fragrant residual jade in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Vernacular: the red lotus root is ripe, the lotus flower is scattered, and the mat is cold until autumn comes.
I took off my clothes and boarded the Lanzhou ship alone. Who delivers letters from my hometown in the cloud? When the geese returned, the moonlight filled the west building. 4. Returning to the Wild Goose [Tang] Du Fu came to Wan Li for several years.
The heartbroken geese in Jiangcheng fly to the sky and the north. Vernacular: Guests thousands of miles away from the East will not come back until several years after the war is settled.
I'm afraid my intestines have been broken, and the geese in Jiangcheng are flying high to the north in the sky. 5, "Lonely Goose" [Tang] Du Fu's "Lonely Goose doesn't drink, flies".
The geese disappear in the sea of clouds, who will pity the geese in the sky? Vernacular: Wild geese who stray from the group can't drink water or peck rice, but the chirping sound flying around is thinking of their lost geese. Who will pity that shadow and get lost in the clouds thousands of miles away?