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What are some ancient poems about the Beginning of Autumn? According to the theory of solar terms, the Beginning of Autumn means the beginning of autumn. Next, let us appreciate how the ancients described the Beginning of Autumn. Selected Ancient Poems on the Beginning of Autumn in 2017 Featured One
"A Falling Leaf" by Bai Juyi The heat and depression have not yet subsided, yet a cool breeze has quietly risen. Cold and heat, prosperity and decline, alternately affect the exterior and interior.
Under the rustling autumn forest, a leaf suddenly falls. Don’t say it’s just a slight fall, the fall starts from now on.
"A random poem written in Liuzhou in February when all the banyan leaves have fallen" by Liu Zongyuan: I feel sad about my official career and my thoughts are sad, as half of spring turns into autumn.
After the rain, all the flowers in the mountain city have withered, and the garden is full of banyan leaves and the orioles are singing.
"The Beginning of Autumn" by Linghu Chu: There is much hatred in Japan, and it is easy to feel sad in the new autumn. The swallow's words seem to be a farewell, and the willows are already showing signs of withering.
Serving the country will be of no use, and there is no telling when I can return home. The old smell in my heart is like last year.
"Red Leaves" Luo Yin could not help being beside the desolate city, how could he bear the evening glow. The clear frost turns the fields green, the cold rain in the mountains turns them red.
The wanderer travels along the Ba Ling Road, and the beauty goes to the Chang Xin Palace. Living in leisure at the end of the year, I feel endless sadness.
Selection 2 "Looking at the Yellow Leaves in Yuezhou" by Zhang Shuo Looking at the yellow leaves in old age, how old will he be?
I feel ashamed standing under the tangerine tree, as I cannot see Zheng Cheng singing.
"Written in the Courtyard during the Beginning of Autumn Rain" by Du Fu. The mountain clouds are moving across the border, and the fire is flowing westwards. The flying rain shakes the luxurious house, and the beams and rumble in autumn.
I feel ashamed of my friend when I am in dire straits, and I will borrow your help when I am old. I have spent the morning visiting the grown-up.
Undress, open the north door, and sleep facing the south tower. The trees are wet and the wind is cool, the river is noisy and the water vapor is floating.
Being polite and relaxed will make your heart happy, and being frugal will help you recover from illness. The commander is returning to take charge of the government, and I am returning to visit my old haunt.
"Returning Home from Beijing after the Beginning of Autumn" by Li Ying Returning home in autumn, I see bean flowers, and a bamboo gate is placed across the water's bank.
A rain in the pine room brings light to the mat, and a solitary lamp in the Buddha's room faces the red gauze.
I am worried all day long, crawling like a mouse; I am as lazy as a snake and don't move for a while.
Are there any perch near the West River? Zhang Han just arrived home in his small boat.
"Falling Leaves" Kong Shaoan is shocked by the falling leaves in early autumn, which seem to be drifting like the heart of a traveler. It flutters around and refuses to land, still expressing its longing for its old forest.
It seems to be burning but it is not because of fire, just like a flower that does not wait for spring. The crimson curtains are lined up in a row, and the red scarves are scattered everywhere.
Jie stopped the basket carriage and looked, and saw only two people in front of the wind.
"A Falling Leaf" by Bai Juyi The heat and depression have not yet subsided, yet a cool breeze has quietly risen. Cold and heat, prosperity and decline, alternately affect the exterior and interior.
Under the rustling autumn forest, a leaf suddenly falls. Don’t say it’s just a slight fall, the fall starts from now on. Selection 3 "Red Leaves" by Wu Rong The leaves are dried with dew and frost, and become brighter when the setting sun shines on them. The colors of autumn drift away with the smoke, and the emotions spread thousands of miles with the waves.
For many nights, the shadows of birds are hidden in the moon, and the chirping of crickets accompanies the family's life. I feel so depressed and have no regrets at the moment, I just watch the breeze cut the colorful paper.
"Frosty Leaves Flying" Thousands of miles away, clouds hang low to the ground, the dike is covered with thick smoke, and swallows and wild geese are flying over the river for the first time. The dew on the lotus leaves and the wind-blown willows are sparse, while the terraces and pavilions are still quiet
The deep hatred and resentment of separation are evident in the morning. The soul of lovesickness dreams of the small silver screen. What can a tired traveler do? He puts on his traveling clothes and brushes off the dust himself, ashamed to look in the jade mirror.
There are countless quiet and secluded places where you can pursue pleasure and enjoy the view, and you will arrive first before others. The thoughts of youth become empty when one turns into an old man, let alone the embrace of old age.
All the green leaves and red flowers have passed. The sound of laziness was adjusted at that time. When asked about her beautiful figure, she looks so haggard and has a slim waist, so much like a man.
"Leng Tao of Sophora japonica Leaves" by Du Fu I picked the green leaves of the tall Sophora japonica and put them in the kitchen. New noodles come from the market, with juice and dregs mixed together.
The ingredients in the pot are overcooked, so there is no need to worry about adding more food. The fresh green food shines on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice is served with scallions.
The teeth are colder than snow, so I advise people to throw this pearl. I wish to follow the golden horse and run away with brocade and Tusu.
The road is long and I am afraid of getting stuck, but my passion is deep and will never change. The celery offered is small, and the algae recommended are insignificant.
The cold palace is covered with dew in the sky, and the jade pot is filled with ice. When the king enjoys the cool evening air, he needs this flavor.
"Cold Dew Seen on the Parasol Tree Leaves on a Moonlit Night" Dai Cha looks at the sparse parasol tree leaves, the moon is white and the dew is just beginning to form. The dripping light is full, the brilliant colors are cold.
The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with the precious pearls. The cold air makes me feel like it’s late autumn, the faint sounds make me feel like the night is getting late.
The desire to flow through the sky is condensed, moistening everything and making it clean is a sight to behold. Don't be tired of watching, it will be more difficult to gather together.
"Early Autumn in the Guest House" Du Mu The wind blows a leaf, and all things are startled by the autumn. I shed tears alone in a foreign land at night, and feel sad for my stay year after year.
Where will the separation end? When will the falling stop? Not as good as the old man in Panxi, who has leisure and freedom. Selection 4 "A Falling Leaf" by Li Cunqi A leaf falls, plucking the pearl foil. The scenery was bleak at this time.
The moonlight casts a cold shadow over the painted building; the west wind blows the gauze curtains. Blowing the gauze curtain, thinking about the past.
"Red Leaves" Luo Yin could not help being beside the desolate city, how could he bear the evening glow. The clear frost turns the fields green, the cold rain in the mountains turns them red.
The wanderer travels along the Ba Ling Road, and the beauty goes to the Chang Xin Palace. Living in leisure at the end of the year, I feel endless sadness.
"Falling Leaves" It is late in autumn and I can see my neighbors outside the window. Who in the world is shocked? I am the only one sweeping the woods.
A bleak moonlit night, and early frosty mornings. Yesterday the sky was overcast and the orioles were singing in the trees in spring.
"The Beginning of Autumn" by Linghu Chu: There is much hatred in Japan, and it is easy to feel sad in the new autumn. The swallow's words seem to be a farewell, and the willows are already showing signs of withering.
Serving the country will be of no use, and there is no telling when I can return home. The old smell in my heart is like last year.
"Remembering Yuan Jiu in Qujiang on the Day of Beginning of Autumn" by Bai Juyi I dismounted my horse under the shade of willows and walked alone on the embankment. Old friends are thousands of miles away, and the new cicadas are chirping a few times.
There is Qujiang River in the city and Jiangling City on the river. The thoughts of the new autumn in both places should share the same feelings on this day.
"Mulanhua Man: Beginning of Autumn Night Rain Sending Liangfen South" Nalan Xingde looked forward to the distant Milky Way, was startled into the night, and the song turned into a clear song. The butterflies in the West Garden lightly flip the musk powder, secretly attracting the bees. Hot and cold. Just a casual glance can actually stir up your tender heart. I should go up to see you off and taste the pain of parting again. Suspicious general. Ink painting of the sparse window, a solitary shadow in the distant Xiang River. Ask for a tall sycamore leaf and a half candle to discuss everything. Lotus skirt. Cut secretly by the wind, I wonder who will be with me this night. From then on, I was filled with sorrow and was overwhelmed with sadness. I only heard the crying cicadas in my dreams.
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