Before the sweet spring grass grows in the pond, the plane leaves in front of the steps have rustled in the autumn wind. In autumn, write about the scenery, sigh, cherish the time, and learn ancient poems early 100. Youth is fleeting, and learning is difficult to achieve great things, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily. Before I woke up from the bright spring, the leaves of plane trees rustled in the autumn wind in front of the steps. Zhu (11September 3015 ~1April 23, 2000), on the 52nd line, has a nickname of Lang Lang, a small print, a dark word, and a number of Hui 'an, later called Hui Weng, also known as * * *. Wen Yi, also known as Zhu Wengong. Han nationality, whose ancestral home is Wuyuan County (now Wuyuan, Jiangxi Province), Jiangnan East Road, was born in Youxi, Nanjian Prefecture (now Sanming City, Fujian Province). Zhu Zi was a famous philosopher, thinker, educator, poet and representative of Fujian School in the Southern Song Dynasty, and he was the most outstanding master of Confucianism since Confucius and Mencius. Chu Hsi
In autumn, the trees are growing, the leaves are yellow, the birds are in the mountains, and they gather in the bud mulberry. Autumn is so lofty and boundless, compared with the height of the mountain, the momentum is difficult to distinguish. Other places are early autumn, and Jiangting Yue Ming brings rivers. I am sad when I am old, strong and generous when I am old, and I am happy today. The fallen leaves are fragrant. Rolling up the brocade curtain of pearl string, the magnificent castle is empty, only the sky is faint, and the milky head is sprinkled on the earth. Rainy nights make autumn, right in my heart. In the autumn night, the south lake is clear of water and smoke. How can you ride the sky? Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. Autumn chrysanthemums are bright and colorful, including dew and flowers. Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. After the rain is over, the wine wakes the lonely pillow geese. Since then, the world has belonged to one another, and rushes are whistling in the old base. In autumn, the window of fireflies is full, and the moon frost is late. On the edge of clear autumn, the horn was broken and leaned on the watchtower for a long time. Maple trees rustle in the autumn night; After a night at Tongguan Station, I got my own bouquet.