The autumn wind blows on the Weishui River, and the fallen leaves cover Chang'an. Jia Dao

The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. Gong Zizhen

The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by. Du Fu

The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, the vegetation turns yellow and the wild geese return south. Liu Che

The yellow-leafed trees in the rain and the white-headed man under the lamp. Sikong Shu

The wind blows the bamboos in the deep night, and the autumn rhyme is heard. Thousands of leaves and thousands of voices are filled with hatred. Ouyang Xiu

The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. Bai Juyi

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February. Du Mu

A monk can’t count the number of jiats, and one fallen leaf knows the world’s autumn.

Quotations from Tang Zixi