The poem praising the fruitful results of autumn is as follows:
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is shaken and exposed as frost-The Song of Yan by Wei Caopi of the Three Kingdoms
In August, the high wind howled, rolling up the triple hairs on my house-Don Du Fu's ". At night, the south wind rises and the wheat is covered with yellow.
the mother-in-law is full of food, and the child is full of pot pulp. Go with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
it's full of rustic heat, and the back burns in the sun. I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.
there is a poor woman again, holding her son by her side. The right hand grasps the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.
it's sad to hear what they care about. My family has lost all taxes, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
what merits do I have today? I never worked in agriculture and mulberry. Li Lu has three hundred stones, and he has surplus grain at the age of eight.
I'm ashamed to read this, and I can't forget it every day.
The autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, and the plants are yellow and the geese return to the south.--------------Poems of Autumn Wind by Han Liu Che
the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort and as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine: Enjoy drinking. ---------a Farewell to Secretary Shuyun at the Xietiao Villa in Xuanzhou by Tang Li Bai
In the rice fragrance, it is said that there is a good harvest, and you can hear frogs.-------Xin Qiji
Kunwu lives in seclusion, and the Zige peak is overcast. Aromatic rice pecks at parrot grains, and the old phoenix branches in Biwu habitat. Beautiful women pick up Cui Chun and ask each other, while fairy couples move in the same boat late. The colored pens used to be dry, and the white heads sang and looked down.
It's autumn, it's rainy night, and Orange Island is picturesque. In the blue smoke, under the bright moon, the boat is at the beginning. Water is the hometown, tents are used as houses, and fish soup and rice are common meals. Wine is full of cups, books are full of shelves, and fame and fortune are not concerned.