Recite classic autumn poems.
Original text:
Accompanied by leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams.
Snuff, chess is not closed, sigh Xinfeng stay for a long time.
Ten years on the pillow, Jiangnan 7 parents are worried and do their best.
Every drop of rain on the leaves of the plane makes people feel the deep autumn. Every drop of rain on banana leaves makes people feel deeply worried. The dream of going home at night lasted until after midnight. Snuff knocked off the chess pieces and lamented that the scribes in Xinfeng solitary hall were arrested. The scene of ten years of official struggle, the worries of parents in Jiangnan hometown, all came to mind at once.
2, "Mountain Residence Autumn Night" Tang-Wang Wei
Original text:
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
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.
After the new rain, the valley is empty and fresh, and the weather is particularly cool in early autumn and evening. The bright moon reflects the quiet pine forest, and the clear spring water flows on the rocks. The girl in the bamboo forest came back from washing with a smile, and the lotus leaves swayed in the canoe. Although the beauty of spring has faded, autumn scenery in front of us is enough to make people linger.
3. Qiu Si in Tianjin? Yuan-Ma Zhiyuan
Original text:
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. ?
At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.
4, "Qinyuanchun Changsha" Modern-Mao Zedong
Original text:
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang North, Orange Island.
I saw that the mountains were red all over the place, the forests were dyed, and the river was blue and transparent, and it was invincible.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just classmates and teenagers, young, scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year. ?
Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat? ?
In late autumn, I stood alone in Orange Island, watching the surging Hunan water running northward. Thousands of peaks have all turned red, and layers of trees seem to have been dyed; The river is crystal clear, and a large ship is braving the wind and waves.
The eagle flies in the vast sky, the fish swims in the clear water, and everything is fighting for a free life in Qiu Guang. Facing the vast universe, I feel disappointed: who should dominate the ups and downs of this vast and confused earth? My classmates and I used to walk here hand in hand.
Talking about state affairs together, countless extraordinary years still haunt me. Students are in their youth and prime of life; Everyone is full of ambition, enthusiasm and energy.
Commenting on state affairs, writing these turbulent and clear articles, treating the warlords and bureaucrats at that time as dirt. Do you remember when we were swimming in a place where the river was deep and fast, the waves almost blocked the speeding boat?
5, "Autumn Wind Ci" Han-Liu Che
Original text:
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south.
You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it.
Pan-built boats to help Fenhe River, wandering around.
Flute drums sing, joys and sorrows.
When will you be young? ?
Autumn wind blows, white clouds fly, and geese return to the south with withered vegetation. Orchids and chrysanthemums are very beautiful, emitting a faint fragrance, but my feelings of missing beauty are unforgettable. Driving a boat on the Fenhe River, walking to the center to stir up white waves. Drums, harps, boatmen singing, when joy reached its peak, there were countless sorrows. Youth is always fleeting, and there is no way to grow old slowly!