The famous poems written by the ancients about autumn are as follows:
1. Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
2. The moon is setting, the sky is filled with crows and frost, and the river maple and fishing fire are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
3. Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
4. The setting sun is setting in the isolated village, the jackdaws in the old trees are lightly smoked, and under the shadow of a flying dragon. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
5. The scenery is different when autumn comes in Saixia, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds are heard from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.
6. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.
7. The rustling wind and rain swept away the temple on the Songhua River. A sail of bluebirds is working diligently, who is playing the iron flute on the other side of the river?
8. In response to the cold mountain mood, the trees at the head of the river were not released. As I grow old, I hate the late spring. I count the flowering periods, morning and evening. Shuying and Lengrui are also busy for love. Late at night in the moonlight, in the small courtyard, it is the best on Xicheng Road.
9. The autumn clouds are pressing down on the thatched cottage, and the singing insects are chirping. It was cold last night. The rain blooms and the banana leaves grow old and new, and the wind shakes Yuandang Palace for business. The sound of the anvil is urgent and cannot be slowed down, and the eaves scene is too short to be long. The fox fur is broken and abandoned in the corner, how can I miss the many frosts in Yan's life?
10. The mountains are blocked, the wind is low and the road in the Central Plains is shattered, and the autumn sky is as blue as ever. Drunk photography of the floating pavilion leaves a way out, and I don’t need drums when I dance. A desolate drama.
11. The grass in the plains is withered and yellow, and the cold mountains are desolate.
12. In the cold sky, a field of blue wheat is flat, with stars of all sizes reflecting the bright moon.
13. Sometimes a solitary bird flies in the autumn scenery, and cold smoke rises from the sunset without incident.
14. A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
15. The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this in high spirits.
16. The autumn leaves of Jinjing sycamore are yellow, and the bead curtain does not curl up when frost comes at night.
17. The wind blows thousands of miles and brings the autumn moon, and you can enjoy this in high spirits.
18. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither.
19. The autumn wind brings cool thoughts, and everything has a sound.
20. The chrysanthemums on the horse's path through the mountain are beginning to turn yellow, and the trust in the horse is long and prosperous.