1, Song inscribed on the wall of the North Inn of Dayu Mountain.
In the lunar month, geese began to fly south. It is said that they flew to Dayuling, and they all turned back. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
The geese flying south in October will fly back when they hear that they are coming. My trip is far from over. I wonder when I can come back. The river is calm, the tide has just fallen, the mountains are dark and miasma is pervasive. Tomorrow morning, when you climb to the top of the mountain to see your hometown, you should see the red plums at the beginning of the ridge.
2. Zhu's "Poem of Mount Li with Water Turning and Hidden Du Mu"
Clouds surge on the river, and geese want to fly south. Where can I use a pot as a guest? The sky is green and foggy. It's hard to meet a smile in the world. There are purple peony and Huang Ju, which can be inserted into my head. The scenery is different today, and the life experience is different. Reward the festival, you will be drunk, and you can't violate it. Life is like mail, why complain? Endless past lives, how many spring flowers and autumn moons, that is even more dangerous. And ask Niu Shan guest, why alone with clothes.
Clouds and shadows are immersed in the river, and Hongyan plans to fly south. I brought a hip flask, invited guests and found a green, quiet and smoky place to drink. A smile is rare in the world. Fortunately, Huang Ju can take it off and put it on his head to amuse himself. The scenery is still the scenery of previous years, and people are no longer the people of the past.
To celebrate the Double Ninth Festival, you should get as drunk as a fiddler. Please don't refuse to drink again. People living in this world are like parasites. Why do you have to work hard and hate that life is too short in the end? Throughout the ages, the list is endless. There are many flowers in the world, and there is nowhere to escape from the crisis. Ask Qi Jinggong why he shed tears on his skirt, because life is short.
3. Cao Cao's "Going Down in October"
10, the north wind is lingering, the weather is sunny, and it is drizzling in first frost. The kite crows in the morning, the swan flies south, the stork lurks, and the bear lives in the cave. Qian Qi stopped, the crops were closed, and the whole bank set up a company called Jiashang. Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.
In early winter and October, the north wind roared, the atmosphere was cold, the weather was cold, and the frost was thick and dense. In the morning, harriers and birds are singing, geese are flying south, raptors are hiding, and even bears are sleeping in their caves. Farmers put down their farm tools and stopped working, and the harvested crops filled the grain fields. The hotel is being arranged to accommodate traveling businessmen. How lucky I am to be here, reciting poems to express my feelings.
4. Liu Che's Autumn Wind
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south.
You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it.
Pan-built boats to help Fenhe River, wandering around.
Flute drums sing, joys and sorrows.
When will you be young?
Bai Yunfei, the autumn wind blows gently. The grass and trees are yellow, and the geese return to the south. Beautiful orchids and fragrant chrysanthemums. Missed beauty, unforgettable. Boating on the Fenhe River and paddling to raise white waves. Playing the flute and drumming is too much joy and sorrow. The days of youth have long passed, and there is nothing to manage.
5. Meng Haoran's "Early Cold and Jiang Huai"
Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
The deciduous geese fly south, and the bleak river in the north wind is particularly cold. My home is near the winding water, far away from the vast sea of clouds in Chutian. Tears of homesickness run out during the journey, watching the returning sail wander in the horizon. The wind and smoke blurred where the ferry could be, and the vast river rippled in the sunset.