I came to Beijing Xiangshan in late autumn and saw the maple leaves burning like fire. I sang (verse)

That night, I saw off guests on Xunyang River, and maple leaves and rushes rustled in autumn-Bai Juyi's pipa trip.

Stop and sit in the maple forest until late at night, and the frost leaves turn red in February-Mutu's mountain road.

Hanging sails in the Ming dynasty, maple leaves falling behind me-nostalgia of Li Bai's "Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain".

There are thousands of maple leaves, lush foliage, shaded rivers and bridges, and the sails are late —— In Jiangling, I am anxious to send my son back to peace.

I painted the Qinghe River, and I love the sadness of the maple leaves in the evening pavilion-I love the autumn fragrance in Tang Yin.

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Mountain tourism-Dumu

The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.

Where there are some white clouds, you can see some households.

I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.

The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.

Night berth near Fengqiao

Ji Zhang

Frosty night,

Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,

The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.

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Du Fu

The peach blossom floods on both sides of the Xiangjiang River are flat, and the white sails across the maple trees are uncertain.

In order to save my life, I often take refuge in different places, and now I am wandering on the road of tears in the distance.

When this old age and illness multiplied by the age, a northern heart, ah, the emperor.

I've been writing poems all my life. Alas, I haven't met a bosom friend yet.

Looking at the Old Times from "Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain"

Lipper

On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.

I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.

I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Hanging the sails of the Ming Dynasty, the fallen leaves are behind me.

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Li he

Zhu Jun remained immortal for thousands of years, accompanied by Qin E's change to Xiangshui.

Pretty Niang Yin is full of air conditioning, 93 is quiet and green with tears.

In the smoke of husband and wife's parting, Wu Yun and Yu Shu echoed each other from afar.

You are worried about the green maple in autumn, and Gu Long sings in the cool night waves.

Endless desire

Yu Li

One mountain, two mountains,

The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold.

Acacia maple leaf Dan

Bloom is gone, but the flowers are left.

Goofy goose didn't come back,

Romantic and casual curtains.