2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
4. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
5. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
6. Red lotus root is fragrant, jade is clear and autumn is lingering, which makes it easy for Luo Shang to go to Lan alone. -Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"
7. Clouds of cranes in the clear sky bring poetry to Bixiao. -Liu Yuxi's autumn poems
8. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. -Cui Hao's "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower"
9. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
10. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. -Liu Yuxi's autumn poems
1 1. In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
12. The sky is high and the clouds are light, looking south and flying.
13. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
14. You must remember that a good year is when it is orange, orange and green. -Su Shi's To Liu Jingwen
15. On the river between the green maples, the autumn sails are getting darker, and there are only a few old trees beside the white God wall. Gao Shi demoted Li and Wang and moved to the middle of summer and Changsha.
16. Daohuaxiang says that there is a good harvest, and listen to the frogs. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon Walking on the Yellow Sand Road"
17. The rustling leaves send a cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. -Ye Shaoweng's Night Book
18. Cicada complained that the mulberry forest was sparse, in the cold of August, at the border. -Wang Changling's Sediments, Part I
19. Tears ask the flowers to be silent and fly over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu "How Deep is the Courtyard"