Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, bringing poetry to the blue night. (Liu Yuxi & gt)- I like this very much.
I am seeing guests off by the Xunyang River, and the maple leaves and rushes rustle in autumn.
Colorful flowers are often spring-sealed, maple leaves are red and autumn is strong.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Moonlight shines in the pine forest, and clear water and stones flow.
Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? Wang Jian's "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon"
Long-distance visitors in the autumn of Wanli, with my hundred years of sadness, climbed this height alone. (Du Fu goes up the mountain)
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled me and my triple grass. (Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage)
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. (Ma Zhiyuan Tian Jingsha Qiu Si)
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. Wang Bo's Farewell Preface to Qiu Hongfu's Knee King Pavilion.
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting")