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

Falling Leaves Kong Shaoan

The fallen leaves are startling in early autumn, and they drift like the hearts of guests.

Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.

Title: Falling Leaves Sikong Shu

Frost has threatened the leaves, and now the trees are half empty. The depression of the homeland is different, but the scattered travelers are the same.

The cold water floats on the rustling shore, and night insects crowd along the steps. Sui Feng was enviable and got Luoyang Palace.

Falling leaves Wang Jian

The old green leaves are in different directions, and the first red ones have overlapped. The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree.

Falling leaves send Chen Yu Han Yu

Falling leaves do not change, and broken canes never come back. The fluttering winds are different from each other in the end, and the encounters are temporarily dependent on each other.

Quiet late night words, long and cold moonlight. Who said that when young people say goodbye, everyone sheds tears and stains their clothes.

Falling Leaves (a poem by Kong Shaoan) Kong Desao

In early autumn, the leaves fall, and they drift like the hearts of guests.

Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.

Falling Leaves Wang Zhou

Su Luxuan is brittle, but the young girl is jealous and thin. On a cold day, the wind blows, and the leaves are dry and red.

Smell the fallen leaves Qi Ji

After the snow cleared on the Chu tree, the evening breeze rustled. Because I miss my home country at night, there are a few empty trees near the water.

The tea is boiled and burned, and the moss turns red when stepped on. If you don’t leave here next year, you will still see green trees.

Falling leaves, Qi Ji

It is late in autumn even when the leaves are falling, and you can see your neighbors outside the window. No one in the world is so shocked, I am alone in the forest.

Xiao Sao Wei moon night, overlapping morning frost morning. Yesterday it was overcast, and the orioles were singing and the trees were springing.

Falled Leaves, Repair

The rain has passed over the idle fields, and the fallen leaves are red. When I think about spring, I believe there is an autumn breeze.

The water flows in several places, and the dusk sky is chaotic by the river. You should only be independent and self-reliant, and not be the same as the king.