Songs of the four o'clock in the night·Autumn songs
The autumn wind enters the window, and the tents flutter.
Look up at the bright moon and express your feelings for the celestial light.
Thinking of Wujiang Song (Zhang Han)
When the autumn wind blows and the scenery is beautiful, the water in Wujiang River is filled with fat fish.
I haven’t returned home after traveling three thousand miles, and I look up to the sky in sadness because I regret that it is so rare.
Eight Poems of Qiu Xing (Du Fu)
The Kunming Pond is a masterpiece of Han Dynasty, and Emperor Wu’s banner is in his eyes.
The silk threads of the Weaver Girl make up the night moon, and the scales of stone whales move in the autumn wind.
The wild rice floats on the waves and sinks into black clouds, and the lotus room falls in pink in the cold dew.
There are only bird paths in the sky at Guansai, and there are fishermen everywhere in the rivers and lakes.
Looking into the Mirror the Day Before the Beginning of Autumn (Li Yi)
Everything happens outside the body, but life is in the mirror.
But I will have snow on my temples and face the autumn wind tomorrow.
Autumn Window Stormy Evening (Dream of Red Mansions)
Autumn flowers are pale, autumn grass is yellow, autumn lights are solemn and autumn nights are long.
Already I feel that the autumn window will never end, how desolate it is to be helped by wind and rain!
How soon will the autumn wind and rain come? The autumn window is broken and the autumn dream is green.
I can’t bear to sleep with the love of autumn in my arms, and I move my tears to the autumn screen.
The candle of tears shakes the short straw, and the sorrow and sorrow move the separation of love.
Whose autumn courtyard has no wind? Where is the autumn window without the sound of rain?
The quilt cannot bear the force of the autumn wind, and the sound of leaks urges the urgent autumn rain.
The pulse beats again even at night, and the person seems to be weeping in front of the lamp.
The small courtyard in the cold smoke has turned into a depression, and the sparse bamboos drip from the empty windows.
The trees are falling and the wild geese are crossing south, and the north wind is blowing cold on the river.
Autumn is approaching in the sky, and the shadow of the moon is clear in the world.
The autumn wind is moving thousands of miles, and the yellow clouds are high at dusk