Blue clouds in the sky, yellow leaves on the ground, autumn colors with continuous waves, cold smoke and green on the waves. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the grass is merciless, even beyond the setting sun.

Dark hometown soul, chasing travel thoughts. Night after night, good dreams keep people sleeping. The Mingyue Tower stands tall and leans alone, drinking into one's heart and turning into tears of longing.

This poem uses a powerful and vigorous writing style to describe the sorrowful and sorrowful longing, progressing layer by layer in the order of heaven, earth, water, and mountains, until it reaches "the grass is merciless". It shifts from depicting scenery to expressing emotions, using ruthlessness to contrast emotions and express the poet's difficult to fall asleep feeling of homesickness at night. He hopes to use alcohol to alleviate his sorrows, but his sorrows only intensify.

The scenery is different when autumn comes, and the geese in Hengyang go unnoticed. Surrounded by continuous sounds from all sides, amidst thousands of mountains, the lonely city is shrouded in long smoke and the setting sun.

A cup of turbid wine can travel thousands of miles, but Yan Ran has no plan to bring it back. The Qiang pipes covered the ground with frost, people couldn't sleep, and the general's white hair brought tears to his husband.

The poet drew inspiration from the artistic characteristics of Tang Dynasty frontier poetry, with a high pitched style, especially the line "Long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes", borrowing the imagery of Wang Wei's "Lonely smoke in the desert straight, the long river falling with the sun".

That day, the wind was gentle and the sunshine was warm. At this moment and that moment, time was peaceful. The sunshine fell on my face, standing under the orange tree, holding you as I picked oranges, with a heart warming embrace

You see, the fruits are gradually maturing, the leaves are gradually turning yellow, and my expectations seem to be getting closer and closer

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In the fast-paced urban life, we often overlook the beauty around us and always think that poetry can only be found in the distance.

In fact, many times, the poetic and picturesque scenery in life is not the unattainable clouds in the sky. It quietly hides around us, and many subtle beauties and warm human nature are often lost under your hurried footsteps.

The spring breeze brushes against the willows, and I lean against the window of the pavilion, gazing at the moon hanging.

Drunk in the heart, blushing and reminiscing about old things, holding onto green sleeves and reminiscing about the past.

In poetry, there is a thousand kinds of love, and in dreams, there is a thousand miles of pity for the king.

Candle shadows shake the red person's sleep, endless longing makes it difficult to sleep at night.

Gathering the wind and lamenting the willows' withering. The door was filled with thoughts of beauty. Drip by drop, the rain is slightly salty. Vaguely. Long sleeved dance gently caresses the red lotus. Willing to be with a beautiful woman for a long time. No way. Appreciating the blooming flowers at the pavilion under the moon. But the beautiful woman's words end in Nanshan. to look back. There are also joys and sorrows.