Reciting classic poems about fall

1, "Water Fairy - Night Rain" Yuan - Xu Zaisi

Original text:

A sound of sycamore leaves, a bit of banana, a bit of sadness, three more to return to the dream of the three more after.

Fallen lamps and flowers, chess has not yet been collected, sigh Xinfeng travelers inundated.

Ten years on the pillow, Jiangnan 7 two old worries, all to the heart.

Translation: Every drop of rain on a sycamore leaf makes one feel a strong sense of autumn. Banana leaves on every drop of rain, let a person feel deep sorrow. The good dreams of returning home at night continue until after the third watch. Lamps knocked down chess pieces have not yet been collected, sigh Xinfeng lonely hall scribes detained. Ten years of eunuchs struggling scene, Jiangnan hometown parents worry, all at once surged to the heart.

2, "Mountain Dwelling Autumn Night" Tang - Wang Wei

Original text:

After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes late in the fall.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones.

Bamboo clamor returns to the raccooness, lotus moves under the fishing boat.

If you want to stop the spring fragrance, you can stay with the king's grandchildren.

Translation: After the new rain, the valley was empty and fresh, and the weather in the early fall evening was particularly cool. The moon shines on the quiet pine forests, and the clear spring water murmurs on the rocks. In the bamboo forest, the maiden is noisy and laughs as she returns from the laundry, and the lotus leaves are gently swaying as she wanders down the light boat. Although the beauty of the spring has faded, the autumn scenery in front of us is enough to linger.

3, "Tianjingsha - Autumn Thoughts"? Yuan-Ma Zhiyuan

Original text:

The old trees withered vines and dim crows, the small bridges and flowing rivers, and the thin horses in the west wind of the old road.

The sun is setting in the west, and the broken-hearted are at the end of the world.?

Translation: At dusk, a flock of crows landed on the old trees entwined with withered vines, emitting mournful wails. Under the small bridge, the water rattled, and smoke curled up from the cooking of the families by the small bridge. A thin horse on the ancient road, against the west wind hard forward. The setting sun gradually lost its luster and fell from the west. In the bleak and cold night, only lonely travelers drifted in a distant place.

4, "Qinyuanchun - Changsha" Modern Times - Mao Zedong

Original text:

Independently in the cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes to the north, and the head of Orange Island.

Looking at the ten thousand hills covered with red, the layers of forests are all dyed, the river is full of blue, and a hundred barges are competing with each other.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish flies to the bottom, all kinds of frosty sky competing for freedom.

Disappointed in the world, I asked the world, who is the master of the sinking and floating?

Bringing a hundred couples had traveled, remembering the great years of the past.

Just as the students are young and in the prime of their lives, the scholarly spirit, and the vigorousness.

They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.

Have you ever remembered, to the mid-stream to hit the water, waves curbing the flying boat?

Translation: In the late fall, I stood alone at the head of Orange Island, looking at the mighty Xiangshui River flowing northward. Thousands of mountain peaks all turned red, and layers of trees seemed to have been dyed in color; the river water was clear and turquoise, and a big ship rode the wind and waves, scrambling to be the first.

The eagle flies in the vast sky, the fish swims in the clear water, and all things are competing for a free life in the autumn light. In the face of the vast universe despondent feelings: this far away confused earth's prosperity and decline, by whom to dominate it? I used to be with my classmates, often hand in hand with a companion to come here to roam.

Discussing national issues together, the countless extraordinary years still haunt me. My classmates were in the prime of their youth and in the prime of their lives; they were full of hesitation, exuberance and vigor.

Commenting on national affairs, writing these articles that stirred up trouble, and treating those warlords and bureaucrats as if they were dirt. Do you remember when we were swimming in the deep water of the river and the waves almost blocked the speeding boat?

5, "The Rhetoric of the Autumn Wind" Han - Liu Che

Original text:

The autumn wind rises and white clouds fly, the grass and trees yellow and fall, and the geese return south.

The orchid is beautiful and the chrysanthemum is fragrant.

The boat is on the Fen River, and the river flows through it.

The drums and the cocktail pipes sound, and there is a lot of hitchhiking, a lot of joy and a lot of sadness.

How long will you be young and strong and how long will you be old?

Translation: Autumn winds are blowing, white clouds are flying, grass and trees are withering and geese are returning to the south. Orchids and chrysanthemums are incomparably beautiful, emitting a faint fragrance, but my thoughts of beautiful people are unforgettable. Riding on the Fen River in a building boat, traveling to the center of the white waves. The boatman sang a song as the drums beat together, and when he was so happy, his sorrows were immense. The young and strong years are always easy to pass, gradually aging no way!