The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky. ——Wang Bo's "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"
The moon is setting and the sky is filled with crows and frost, and Jiang Feng and fishing fire are facing melancholy. ——Zhang Ji "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge/Night Mooring on Fengjiang River"
Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time, and I say that autumn is better than spring. ——Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems"
The wild geese are flying in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and the guests are carrying pots on the green. ——Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"
The scenery is strange when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Fishermen's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves. ——Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc·Yizhongshan"
I parked my car and sat in the maple forest at night, the leaves were as red as the flowers in February. ——Du Mu's "Traveling in the Mountains"
There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty Mist and Thick Clouds Worrying the Everlasting Day"
The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.
——Li Shangyin's "Staying in Luo's Pavilion to Remind Cui Yong and Cui Gun"