Search for ancient poems about autumn wind and autumn grass and enjoy them (conjoined poems)

Midnight Four Seasons Song Qiu Ge Autumn wind enters the window, Luo Zhang flutters. Looking up at the bright moon, I feel thousands of miles away. Thinking of Wujiang Song (Hans Zhang), when the autumn wind rises and the scenery is beautiful, the Wujiang River is full of water and the perch is fat. It's a pity that I haven't returned for three thousand miles. Qiu Xing's Eight Poems (Du Fu) Han Shigong in Chishui, Kunming, the Liang Wudi standard in his eyes. Jathyapple weaver silk empty, autumn wind stone whale scales move. The waves are floating, the rice is dark, and the lotus room is pink. There are only birds in the sky, and the rivers and lakes are full of fishermen. Beginning of autumn visited the Mirror (Li Yi) the day before. Everything is sold out, and his career is in the mirror. Only snow on the temples will bring autumn wind tomorrow. Autumn window is stormy (a dream of red mansions), autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang is long. I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain! How fast does the autumn wind and rain come? Break the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green. I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen. Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted. Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain? Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent. Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears. The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty. I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen. Wei's Xixi Chuzhou only pities the secluded grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The rain brought by the spring tide came late and quickly, and no one crossed the river in the wild. Song >; Xin Qiji's house has a low eaves and green grass on the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Leave in a hurry, when will you come back? The grass is full of sadness. Look down at the water flowing east, look up at the sky, and watch the geese fly south. Waving is already tearful. May the spring breeze be pleasant. Spring breeze is charming, and this ecstasy is the same as spring.