The north wind blows the ground and the grass is broken, and the sky is full of snow in August.

The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.

There is only one Wuye, but I don’t know how many autumn songs there are. ——Zhang Yan's "Qing Ping Le"

There are many fallen leaves in the Palm Garden, and I am relieved to know that the Palm Garden is already in autumn. ——Tao Yuanming's "Repaying Liu Chaisang"

On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lamps hugging the knees accompany me. ——Bai Juyi's "Winter Solstice Homesickness"

The time is September, and the sequence belongs to the third autumn dimension. ——Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to the King's Pavilion at the Hong Mansion in Autumn"

I feel that in the world, everything will fall into decline in the Song Dynasty when autumn comes. ——Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong·The Rhythm of You Nanyan and Fan Kuo"

The setting sun in the isolated village is covered with light smoke, jackdaws in the old trees, and the remaining clouds under the shadow of a flying red bird. ——Bai Pu's "Tianjingsha·Autumn"

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

The scenery of Yeyou is like the south of the Yangtze River, and the festival falls on March 3rd. Thousands of teams with red makeup and thousands of oars, peach blossoms in spring waters and white goose pools.

The scenery in Guilin is unique, just like spring in Luoyang.

The sound of springs in thousands of valleys is outside, and several rows of autumn colors are coming to the edge of the valley. ——Sadu Ci's "Two Poems from Dreaming of Climbing the Mountain"

When the midwinter comes, all the flowers will die.

——Chen Yi's "Plum Blossoms"