Liu Yuxi’s poem describing autumn: Autumn Ci
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Liu Yuxi
Part One
Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad event Loneliness,
I say autumn is better than spring.
A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky,
It brings poetry to the blue sky.
Second
The mountains are bright and the water is clear, but frost comes at night.
Several trees are dark red and light yellow.
Trying to go up to a high-rise building will clear your bones.
How can it be like the spring scenery that drives people crazy.
Liu Yuxi's poem describing autumn: The Autumn Breeze
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Liu Yuxi
Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao sends the wild geese off.
When a visitor enters the garden tree, the solitary visitor is the first to smell it.
Liu Yuxi's poem describing autumn: The luxuriance of flowers
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty|Author: Liu Yuxi
Floating clouds grow at the end of the world, vying to block the sun and moonlight. The autumn wind rises in the back alley, destroying the orchids and flowers first.
Everything is lined up in the flag pavilion, and the flags are marked with all the heart. A high reputation destroys the collection, and clever words and wisdom are hard to guard against.
Don’t talk about walking on the great road, it must be the great road. Don't sing too much, it will only hurt the gentleman.
Liu Yuxi’s poem describing autumn: Nostalgia for the past in Xisai Mountain
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Liu Yuxi
Wang Jun’s boat sailed down to Yizhou, Jinling’s royal spirit Received sadly.
Qianxun's iron lock sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag fell out of the stone.
Although the past has been forgotten several times in this life, Yamagata is still pillowed by the cold current.
Today is the day when the world is home, so the fortress is rustling and the reeds are rustling in autumn.
Liu Yuxi’s poem describing autumn: The first time I heard the autumn wind
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Liu Yuxi
In the past I saw the yellow chrysanthemums saying goodbye to you, now I listen to the mysterious cicadas But back.
Five nights of sleeping in front of the pillow, one year's appearance is reflected in the mirror.
The fur of Ma Si's grass fists twitches, and his sleepy eyes open against the blue clouds in the sky.
The sky and the earth are clear and you can look around, and I will help you with your illness and get on a high platform.