0 1 autumn wind overnight
The autumn wind wears away all the dust overnight, and the beautiful garden is poor.
Bow your head, if the branches are exhausted, look up, dry up, and bear fruit.
Yun Xuan went to the north to welcome the cold envoy, and Cangyan went to the south to warm the gods.
There is no good or evil in the gap, and Xiaoxiang is worried about burying people.
Old horse, get down.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and it's autumn. I don't hesitate to go bald young.
Young people lack hard work all their lives and always come to Pepsi to pay for the river.
Taijun holds the military orders, and Jiang Shang holds the hook staff.
Wealth and poverty are all dreams, so don't worry about vicissitudes.
03 Qiu Lai Saibei
Qiu Lai is an isolated mountain in the north of Saibei, where geese are rare.
The willows are not as green as before, and the garden flowers have become old.
There are many woodcutters in the deep mountains, but few fishermen in the shallow pools.
Vicissitudes are like this, and they rise and fall.
I have no regrets in my life.
When the flowers bloom, they know this, and Qiu Lai is very annoyed in spring.
Looking for laurel unintentionally, stepping on the core and pecking at the fragrance is not close.
Industry makes sweet, not for yourself, but for others.
Life is short, fleeting, and turns into fragrant souls around cocoon silk.
Kao
Peony is beautiful and beautiful, rich and elegant.
Pale Yao Huang luminous white, brilliant Wei Zi Luoyang red.
Full of fragrance, rich in ink.
However, after a cold autumn night, the branches and leaves were defeated in Jiangdong.
blossom and fall of flowers
Flowers bloom and fall are all new, but they give acacia to the gods.
In summer, the mountains are green, and Qiu Lai drives away a Jiang Chun.
Residual leaves are piled up in the wild valleys of Arakawa, and the riverbanks by the lake are covered with rotten dust.
Today, I saw the crowd fall again. Who is shedding tears and hoeing?
Flowers to be destroyed.
The world of mortals has entered the autumn and a half degrees, and the glory of the past is now light.
Whoever takes away rich family wealth will have a good reputation in his life.
Stone people go to heaven for good, and evil is a ghost town.
It's time to spend a lot of time. When you're satisfied, you can sing Ying Ying?
Autumn in 08 Saibei
Qiu Lai Saibei jade heart is clear, and the fields are golden and charming.
Rain hits the rice fields to watch the wave dance, and the wind blows the willows to sing.
The shepherd boy got up early to release the swallows, and the woodcutter came back in the evening to listen to the singing birds.
Seeing the harvest and celebration, the farmer was very happy and drunk until dawn.
09 Liushou Huahuang
Why does autumn wind destroy flowers? The leaves of wild agropyron cristatum have been grouped.
The geese fly south, and Jin Jixi's shadow is very long.
The weeping willows on the shore look thin, and the green geese in the pond are not happy to sing.
And I like the rows of chrysanthemums in the garden. The rain falls from the sky and falls on the world.
10 vegetation withers and flourishes
A line of geese danced in the sky, coming and going;
Autumn is ashamed to see the snow in the first month, and spring is happy with the March wind.
Jiangnan is still green, and Saibei is full of mountains and red;
Flowers and trees wither, glory belongs to Vientiane, and life is in the wheel.
1 1 cool night cup
Half a piece of dark clouds cage grass eaves, empty Lu scattered tiles without adding.
Hedges lean against the wind and cross the courtyard, and rotten households hang down rain and curtain.
Without wine, how can it be as quiet as a long night, with poems and fun all night?
Listen to the chanting outside the window, and empty cups are handy.
12 Sang Yu Evening News
All plants and trees are soldiers, and people will conquer nature.
Sang Yu doesn't complain that the sunset is late and his ambition is not paid.
You can resist Huang Zhong's old sword, but don't learn to be sloppy and lazy.
How many vicissitudes, and whose ups and downs.
13 autumn flowers and wild geese shadow
I don't blame the poet for sighing in late autumn, but Yao Siyan's shadow adds to my worries.
Crossing a boat in shallow water is bitter, and frost stains mountains and mountains.
Mo Daoqiu's deep flowers have fallen, and only strive for early spring seeds to stay.
The breeze is green all night, and the colorful green hills are dyed.
Autumn goes and spring comes.
You can struggle several times in your life, and you will be tired after living for a hundred years.
Let's be young and diligent, and don't wait until we are old to wash the cup with tears.
Autumn rain only sends flying geese, and spring breeze urges all the fragrance.
Time flies, let nature take its course and I'll spend it by myself?
15 Hua Wan Ying Xia
In September, yellow flowers reflect the sunset glow, and rice in Man Cang is like a farmer.
The cold dew in Sanqiu destroys the red leaves, and the sun shines all season.
How can Sang Yu sigh that the sun is setting when the old horse doesn't have a long March?
Looking at the western hills with a pale smile, you are unlearned.
16 Chongyang Jujiu
Chongyang chrysanthemum wine friends accompanied each other, and there were several laughs and red dust.
The wrinkles on the forehead grow with age, and the white hair on the temples is accelerated by age.
Lead China washed away the vicissitudes of life, and the twilight spread out the splendid scenery.
See far, climb high, get drunk in the morning and evening, and be young.
17 Qiu Si, Jiang Tai
Looking for a poem, I will come to Taiwan in the past, and I will sigh with broken bricks.
Wei Rong has been covered with dust, and it is difficult to push away the years.
Beiling Mountain is high and beautiful, and the Tang Dynasty comes when the river is cold.
At that time, the battlefield was covered with moss.
18 sunset
Tongzhi chrysanthemum leaves play Qiu Rong and enjoy themselves.
The wind blew down, the night sky was gloomy and the moon was oblique.
The western hills greet the sunset glow, and the East China Sea is full of brilliance.
Xu Niang, a middle-aged man, likes anyone who says there is no beautiful shadow in the flowers.
19 night view of mountain village
At night, the morning glow dyes thrush, and when Lushan Mountain stays at dusk, it cooks.
The shepherd boy plays the flute and the students write poems all the way home.
There are chrysanthemums in the garden behind the house, and willows outside the fence in front of the house are like silk.
Last year, a few phoenix tree seeds are full of green branches this year.
20 essays on the Red Chamber
Xiaoxiang wrote a story about the Red Chamber during the Spring Festival.
There are many stunning women in the exhibition, and when I close the book, I only see the flower burial person.
It's hard in the middle of the night, eager to stay in the dream and stay in the spring.
Autumn resentment becomes poetry and tears, and resentment is also old.
2 1 Beauty is unlucky
Beauty is unlucky, and husband and wife wake up when they are separated.
Baodai's childhood will be abandoned. I hope Liang sleeps with butterflies.
Lonely people are sad, ghosts laugh.
I don't blame the world of mortals for being neither cold nor hot, and a scroll of scriptures was left on the boat.
22 Hongyan Chuanshu
The wild goose dropped the note and opened her face, but she was ashamed, laughing and angry.
I don't know if I will miss you for two years, but I want to be a dreamer in Sanqiu.
In the morning, I hide my face without makeup, and at night, I look at the brocade curtain and cry.
A little red book is warm on your chest. May you get drunk.
23 Shan Ye renjia
There is a Chai Men on the hillside, with a nine-yard garden and a six-foot-high hedge.
There are some pines and cypresses behind the house, and there is Shili Daoxiang Village in front of the house.
Chen Chong crows to urge labor, and dogs bark at night to wake up the soul.
In summer, I went to Qiu Lai to go wild, and in spring, I went to Liucheng Village for the winter.
There is no ink on the chest.
I woke up in a dream of a clear night, but I brought poetry to the moon.
Cares the case, spreads the note but worries, raises the ink but frowns.
How can the mother repay the teacher's kindness when she steals autumn and complains in summer?
Only blame youth for not working hard, and books are boring to use.
25 Hongyan flies south
Flying geese fly south in winter and summer, and the picturesque scenery is fascinating.
Crickets in the north of Saibei are frosty and partridges in the south of the Yangtze River are warm.
High-rise buildings in prosperous cities are connected, and barren hills and waters are even smaller.
It's a long way, the sky is high and the wings are light.
26 famous sayings to wake up the world
You can go and see the beautiful scenery of the West Lake without worrying about your fame and fortune.
The boundless sky is filled with hatred, and the contented are always happy.
Rough tea and light rice hide good medicine, and kindness is sincere in avoiding worries.
Building roads and bridges will increase wealth, and a glass of turbid wine will make you drunk.
27 Red Dust Wine
Although the epiphyllum falls in a hurry, wealth and splendor are fleeting.
Young people are high-spirited and white-haired, and Sang Yu is disheartened by the autumn wind.
Don't be full of green in spring, only see a tree red in autumn.
Let's ask Shao Hua for wine and get drunk in laughter.
28 years without trace.
It's cold and rainy, and it's autumn city, and the jade is far away from the geese.
The moon reflects the wax on the screen window, and the wind blows the leaves.
White horse is not beautiful, green wine will be full of powder.
Don't bet on the years to win or lose.
A season of drought and glory
Autumn water hibiscus wild bamboo tree, maple chrysanthemum shadow before sunset.
Flowers are full of hardships and leaves are piled up.
One-year-old incense turns into black soil, and two sigh the world of mortals.
Poverty and wealth are all life, and joys and sorrows are always life.
Thirty strokes of falling flowers
But the autumn wind blows in the middle of the night, and the residual flowers and leaves remain in the dream.
My mind is full of cool things, so it's hard to fill in elegant words.
Today, I hope that Fang Qun will go with the seasons and the plants will be brilliant again.
I am worried about thirty poems, and I know the ups and downs.