Autumn makes the suburbs feel sorry for themselves, and chrysanthemums are lonely at night.
The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice.
After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.
On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk.
Drinking on early winter nights (Tang Dumu)
I am like Ji An, the governor of Huaiyang County, who is often ill. I have a glass of wine to relieve my sorrow. When I am in a foreign land, I only bring first frost with sleeves of the Qing Dynasty, oil lamps and candles.
Who will lean on the railing next year?