Autumn in Su Shi's works is full of enjoyable life.

Autumn in Su Shi's works is full of enjoyable life.

Autumn in a philosophical way

There is no need to mourn for autumn, and this year's health is still high. Jiangcun Haidian. Always empty-minded. I still want to cross fen, and LAN ju is half-divided. The building is far away. Snow is flying wildly. There are wild geese in the air. -

Lonely autumn

The world is a big dream, how cool is life? At night, the leaves of the wind have sounded in the gallery, so look at your eyebrows and temples. Wine base often worries about fewer guests, and the moon is more hindered by clouds. Mid-Autumn Festival, who is alone with * * *, looks at the north sadly. -"Xijiang Moon"

Depressed autumn

Frost wind last night. Enter the phoenix tree first. There is nowhere to be muddy, avoiding decline. Ask the public what it is, and the book is empty. But once drunk, once sick, once careless; When the court comes, time flies like an arrow, seemingly wordless and intentionally hurting Nong. Everything is paid to a thousand minutes. Let the wine be gray, dizzy and red. -

autumn with sadness

the drizzle on the autumn lake makes you want to go and stay. Today, I am wandering around, and I am worried about killing people in the Ming Dynasty. The beautiful woman shed a thousand tears and spilled them on the long river. No need to gather two moths, passers-by will cry more. -"Bodhisattva West Lake"

Contradictory Autumn

Autumn wind came to Wan Li last night. The moon climbed to the tent of sleep, the air - conditioner penetrated the sleeve of the man. I was in a strange country, and I couldn't sleep with my quilt. More than can endure the sound of the water clock, the sound of a long night. The days of stranger home are far away. Waking up in the dream is sad, a wake up with tears of acacia. The belt is getting wider and wider, and the new book has added to my haggard. -

. The strength of the wine is fading, and the wind is soft and chilly. Broken hat, affectionate but head-tied. If the festival is a reward, it will ruin the autumn. Everything is a dream in the end, take a break. Tomorrow's yellow butterfly is also worried. -

Regretful autumn

Three-night rain on the phoenix tree leaves shocked the soul of dreams. Sleeping on a bamboo mattress, feeling the coolness of the night, know that autumn has come, more to hear the cricket cricket kept barking, seems to urge women to spin cloth. Remember the way when the dream came, so clearly appeared in front of the eyes. I also seem to be intoxicated with the song and dance of jiangting. The elder must have the person to ask you in front of the elder, is to tell the mood after the departure. -

There are still crows in the distant forest house, dreaming about how many roads there are in my hometown. The wine awakens the south and looks across the horizon, and the moon shines on the flat sand for thousands of miles. -"Huanxisha, the mountain color invades and dips in the faint glow"