When a leaf falls, it makes people drunk. Bai Juyi, a red leaf, has been drinking for many years in the cool breeze in Qiu Shu. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring. Look at the cold dew on the buttonwood leaves on the moonlit night and the white dew on the same leaves of Xiao Shu in the Tang Dynasty. The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold. The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads. The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight. Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean. Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together. The title of "Tong Ye Tang Du Mu" fell into the old stream last year, and it returned to the leaf as a poem. Today, Jiang Lou sent Yan, which coincided with last year's topic. Unfortunately, Ye returned to his hometown, but it flowed eastward without vitality. Laugh and feast with melancholy, and the breeze leaves on the moon. Zhuang Zuopeng's wound is in the same dream, and Tao Qian's life experience is in two stages. Five colors and one pill become empty words, and it is even more doubtful that the stone is rotten. A lot of money is like a piece of paper, why should it be as profitable as a cone? The god of wealth is invincible, and the wine saint is a few to me. Qiu Guang toad pavilion mirror by the river, with green eyebrows in front of the sill. The bottle is light and full of chrysanthemums, and the eaves shadow obliquely invades half a game of chess. Don't point out that business trips are clumsy, just pray to God for stupidity. Wu smokes third-class cigarettes and gives birth to thoughts. It is better to chat with idle people. The fallen leaves sent Chen Yu, Tang Yu, and Angel Han. The fallen leaves did not rest, and the broken canopy did not return. Gone with the wind is always different, and when you meet it, you will temporarily rely on it. Whispering in the middle of the night, long and cold. Who bid farewell to a teenager, tears wet his clothes. When Tang Lang was far away, she heard the sound of poplar leaves blowing sadly, and Hu Ma hated the wind. If it is a cold moonlit night in Yanmen, sand should be rolled up at this time. Li Qunyu in the lotus leaf in the Tang Dynasty has two jade in the mud and pearls in his heart. It was planted in Tang Jun and buried in Ren Chunpu. In front of the pavilion, the osmanthus tree in Guiyetang was born in, fragrant. What I saw in the sky today was a mid-month climb. Luo Yin with red leaves in the Tang Dynasty can't resist the desolate city shore, so it's better to take a picture at night. The wild is sunny and frosty, and the mountains are cold and rainy. Wandering Fuling Road, Beauty Changxin Palace. By the end of the year, the meaning of shaking down will be endless. The leaves fell in the Tang Dynasty too late in autumn, so I saw my neighbors outside the window. Who is surprised in the world, Lin alone sweeps the frequency. Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning. It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of singing birds gave the trees a breath of spring. After listening to the fallen leaves and clear snow in the Chu trees in the Tang Dynasty, the evening wind fell. Because of the memory of the night of the old country, several plants are empty by the water. Boil the tea and simply burn it, and the moss will turn red. I won't leave here next year, I will see green bushes. The title of fallen leaves The frost scene in the Tang Dynasty's "Sikongshu" urges dangerous leaves, and today the tree is half empty. Depression makes countries different, and scattered travelers are the same. Cold water floats on the shore, and night insects hold it in order. You can enjoy the wind and get Luoyang Palace. The green direction of the fallen leaf Wang Tangjian is uneven, and the first piece of red has overlapped. The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree. The fallen leaves Wang Tang Zhou Sulu wants to be crisp, and the young woman is jealous. In cold months, the wind is blowing and the leaves are dry and red. In the Tang dynasty, there were no three lanes around the meteorite leaves, the streams were red, and the depressions were driven by the north wind. Birds stay in other forests, and singing insects are carried in floating water. Small stones are first buried, but long branches are not finished. Lishi, holding a frosted book, is reading in the white clouds. Wu Ronglu, a red leaf in the Tang Dynasty, was exposed to frost and sunny. And the smoke falling in autumn will be a thousand miles of love with the waves. Several birds are hiding in jathyapple, but the whole family is accompanied by the sound of flies. At that time, I didn't hate watching the breeze cut into colors. When the leaves fell, the red shadow of Wu Rong in the Tang Dynasty drifted to the green shadow, leaving the forest and not knowing where to go. The colorless smoke with sadness is still there, and hatred has turned into crying. If the current should follow Wan Li, don't fly alone because of the wind. In the suburbs of Chu, the autumn sound of thousands of trees is urgent, and the guest clothes make the evening. The fallen leaves of the Tang dynasty are red after the rain and idle fields. Looking back at spring, I believe there is autumn wind. Several places follow the running water, and the river is in chaos. You should only be on your own, not with you. Banana leaves, Tang Dynasty, and newly-cut Weaver Maid are swaying in the wind. Just because of Di Qing's spring strike, he leans on the banner of the East Wall. See the yellow leaves in Yuezhou. Zhang Tang said that seeing yellow leaves with white heads is a complex geometric figure. Under the empty tree, there is no political song. Lotus leaf in the Tang Dynasty, Zheng Gu moved the boat, splashing poor green, leaning against the sill wind to shake the handle. Thank you, happy people, for staying in the rain.