Leaves fall in early autumn, such as guests.

If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.

Autumn comes early and leaves fall, which is frightening; The feeling of dying is like the experience of this distant guest. Leaves flying around, as if unwilling to fall to the ground; Still saying I can't bear to leave this forest.

2, 357 words/autumn wind words Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,

When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.

The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. When the leaves in the wind gather and disperse, the western Western jackdaw has already inhabited and was awakened by the bright moon. Friends are looking forward to meeting each other, but I don't know when, at this time, on such a night, the dream of lovesickness is hard to come true.

3. Hose and Fallen Leaves Song: Wang

Xiao Shuang first appeared in the green forest, looking at this desolate ancient country. Rustling gradually accumulates, still falling, and the door is bleak and sad. The Weihe River is windy, the Dongting waves rise, and several autumn rafts are counted. To do it halfway, a thousand peaks come out of the mountain, and no one reaches halfway up the mountain. ?

The topic in front is red. Back to the palace ditch undercurrent empty. I never stopped crying. Hong Fei wanted to go over, so I hugged it at this time. How many people are worried when shadows turn over windows and bricks are knocked with broken voices. Look at my Lu, I should only tonight, who will sweep the court.

The morning frost has just attached to the green forest, and the old country has long been a desolate scene in the field of vision. The leaves on the ground are gradually accumulating, and the leaves on the trees want to fall. The door is deserted and the path is quiet. Autumn wind rises in Weishui, and Dongting Lake is choppy, with several degrees of late autumn. I think the overlapping mountains are all leaves, and the thousand peaks are all dead trees. No one can reach the road on the mountain. Once upon a time, the red topic was no longer goodbye, but went to the official ditch, and the undercurrent was empty. The cicada hasn't stopped crowing, and the swan goose wants to go over. At this time, the hug is sad.

The leaves fell on the window in disorder, and the leaves fell on the steps to make a sound. How many people are sad. Look where my home is. Just tonight, who will clean the fallen leaves in the courtyard?

4. Shangqiu lived in the Tang Dynasty: Ma Dai

In the early autumn drizzle on the Ba River, I saw flocks of geese flying south in the evening.

Facing the trees and leaves of other countries, I am lonely in the cold night.

The Millennium falls frequently in the empty garden, and only Singles and Yu Ye are neighbors.

I have been lying alone for a long time. When can I devote myself to my country?

The autumn rain in Bayuan has just begun to settle. In the evening, I saw geese flying south. Facing the fallen leaves of trees in other places, I was alone in the cold night. The empty garden is full of dew, and the single-family house is only the neighbor of the wild monk. I have lived in a desolate suburb for a long time. When can I devote myself to my country?

5. Northern Qing Luo Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Where the sun has entered the western hills, I look for a monk in his hut. But only the fallen leaves were at home, and I walked through the chilling clouds. ?

I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane. In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? .

At sunset, I went to the hut to visit the lonely monk. Leaves are falling all over the floor, where is the monk? It is cold and cloudy all over the mountain. How long does it take to walk by mountain road? On the first night, I only heard him knocking on the rock and leaning leisurely against a green vine. The whole world is in the dust. Why should I have love and hate?