Don Kong Shaoan

Leaves fall in early autumn, such as guests.

If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.

Autumn comes early and leaves fall, which is frightening; The feeling of dying is like the experience of this distant guest. Leaves flying around, as if unwilling to fall to the ground; Still saying I can't bear to leave this forest.

Pieces of fallen leaves, after the wind and rain, have lost their gentleness. Although they are no longer green, they have absorbed the brilliance of the sun and the moon in the vicissitudes of time, condensed the aura of heaven and earth, forged clear bones and muscles, and cultivated a mature and quiet charm.

Youth Tourism after Double Ninth Festival

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After the Double Ninth Festival, the west wind gradually tightened and leaves fell in the courtyard. Zhu Lan is the dawn, and Furong is enchanting, fighting for Fang Xin.

Before and after first frost, the moon was red and pale, and it was bright and rejuvenated. Don't divide Joan calyx equally. Give it to the right person.

This is a poem about objects. The object of this poem is the hibiscus in full bloom in late summer and early autumn. Through careful carving, Yan Shu portrayed Mu Furong's character of resisting autumn frost, loyalty, nobility and charm, and revealed the poet's love for Mu Furong everywhere.

In this "youth journey", Yan Shu not only praised Mu Furong, but also entrusted her feelings. This kind of hibiscus flower, which is not afraid of severe frost, not only symbolizes the quality of the right person, but also symbolizes their loyal and noble love. Therefore, at the end, the poet will put forward that it is reserved for the right person, which implies the author's affirmation and appreciation of the loyalty and noble character of the right person.

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Don Wang Jian

The green direction is uneven, and the first red color overlaps.

The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree.

Autumn has come, the ground is covered with red leaves, and there are few leaves left on the trees. The yard has just begun to be cleaned, and scattered leaves surround the trees.

Standing under the tree, quietly watching, from time to time there are mottled leaves fluttering slowly in front of us, stepping on the drums of the wind and spinning beautiful dances, as if telling a beautiful fairy tale.