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The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

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The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful
The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful
The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

Autumn is both the season of harvest and the time of the withering of all things, and only the incomparably bright red maple leaves, as enthusiastic as fire, deserve it. Maple leaves are the most beautiful scenery in autumn, and since ancient times, there have been literati and inkers who have left many classics describing maple leaves.

Pick a red leaf and read a poem. The maple leaf red in front of the lonely door, 12 poems about the maple leaf, poetic and picturesque, beautiful!

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

Maple groves

Song-Guo Xiangzheng

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

A dock hides deep forests, and the maple leaves turn over the Shu brocade.

Greetings to other families, the road is frosted.

Send Ge Qian to ask

Song-Cai Jie

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

The frost maple leaves on the river are red, and they can't shake and the west wind.

Only the stacked drum urges the ship to go, and the moon is full of sky.

Creek Bridge late walk

Song-Liu Xueji

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

A belt of clear creek shallow yangsha, pine bridge across the wild people's home.

The frost and wind in the flat forest are strong, and the maple leaves are like falling flowers.

Botangqi Temple

Song - Shi Xinghai

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

The sound of the cold folded the reeds, and Tang Qi was berthed under the lone canopy.

The white head did not see the old Yishan Mountain, and the maple leaves in front of the lonely door were red.

Late autumn in Haicheng

Ming-Wang Gong

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

The west wind is a wild goose and the sea of the city, and the water is turbulent in the sound of the Qiang flute.

Maple leaves Xiao Xiao mountain under the moon, Shu Lou remnants of fire several autumn.

maple leaf

Song-Zhu Shuzhen

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

The sound of the wild geese falling in the air of the river is sad, and the frost into the Danfeng hundred grass wilts.

The butterfly does not know that it is a dream, and it goes with the cold branches of spring.

Cup pouring music - maple leaves fluttering red

Song-Lü Wei old

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

The maple leaves are red, the lotus room is fat, and the pillow mat is tender and cool.

The toad outside the curtain is like a sweep. Crows on the branches are prompting.

The autumn wind sent Pan Lang lao again. Small windows are bright and light fluorescent.

Ascending to send far away sorrow, the white hair is still gone.

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

Yamahanako - Kano Frost Entertainment Color Left

Ming-Zhi Da Lun

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

Maple leaf cream twilight, acacia people in the blue clouds.

Where qiongqi blows under the moon, leaning on the dry.

Dream breaking rain sound chicken plugged far away, sad to move the flower shadow Phoenix Lou cold.

Mo hated Wang Sun's news broken, Wan Chong Shan.

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

Mouth occupation

Qing-Qian Daxin

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

Zhanzhanjiang maple leaf is not Dan, meet about grass alliance cold.

After remembering the late autumn, baking yin red for me to see.

The second hottesta evening view rhymes

Modern - Tu Shien

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

Maple leaves fall into the remnants of the sun, and the pieces are in a hurry.

Sunset takes advantage of pedestrians, a hundred and a half ninety miles.

The clouds are gloomy, and Vientiane is ready to give.

The small flight intercepted the late tide, and the passenger's heart was precarious.

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

Teenagers swim slowly - Tianping Mountain maple leaves, sub-Zhang Zi wild rhyme

Modern - WuHu Fan

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

The lonely boat was once full of moons. Dreams break and clear waves break.

The road is covered with snakes, the postal embankment gallops horses, and the clouds pass through the clouds.

Misty eyes dripping, wash swift hair.

The frost wine is cold, and the junyou is in season.

Broken bowl. Izumi listens thoroughly. Hugh mistaken Taoyuan Fairy Grotto.

A line through the sky, a thousand hanging walls, ridged mountain bones.

Easy qiuhua old, snubbing Wu Jiangkuo.

Send a message to the Eastern Emperor, and revisit the Xiangxue.

Broken line - South Park to see the maple

Modern - Gu Sui

The maple leaves in front of the lonely door are red, 12 poems about maple leaves, poetic and picturesque, and beautiful

Who said autumn is emaciated, frost forest self-fat.

Folded a maple leaf, waiting to be thought about who to send.

Leafy forest flying around.

With new sorrows and new hatreds, it doesn't matter whether he is idle or not.

But so that this day can be fully watched, frost and dew stained clothes can not bear to return.

The westerly wind blew.

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