There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
Autumn wind comes everywhere, and the rustling sends geese.
Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.
Autumn leaves, a little banana, a little sorrow.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off.
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.