Autumn is a red poem.

Manjiang Hongyou Nanyan and Fan Kuo Coriolus versicolor

Author: Xin Qiji

Autumn is not an inevitable sadness, but a pleasant cold.

The green pools are all red, but the leaves still have the smallest money.

Travel in the mountains

Author: Du Mu

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.