Autumn drinking poems:
A fisherman's pride·Autumn thoughts
Author: Fan Zhongyan
The scenery is different when autumn comes, but the geese in Hengyang disappear without a trace pay attention to. Sounds ring out 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. Laibian Toutiao
Climb up to the headline Laibian
Author: Du Fu
The wind is strong and the sky is high. The ape whistles in mourning, and the white bird flies back from the clear sand in Nagisa. Laibian headlines
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by. Laibian Toutiao
Wanli is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for a hundred years and appears alone on the stage. Laibian headlines
Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my wine glass becomes muddy when I am depressed. Laibian headlines
Su Muzhe·Nostalgia
Author: Fan Zhongyan
The sky is blue and the ground is yellow leaves. The autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the waves are green and cold. The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. The soul of the darkened country is thinking about the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The Mingyue Tower is high and I am leaning against it alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.