Xing Shan Dumu
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Man Fang Ting. Maple blossom Dan
Sarutobi Kurenai Xia, autumn scenery is magnificent and full of frost. I want to drift away, but my dream is broken. Simple and noble, who knows, without hatred, dead leaves are lonely. Clouds cover tears, winds promote haggard, and water cries. Worried. Fall in love with this world as soon as possible, look around sadly and be alone. You can't sue anyone if you want, so you cry and sing poetry. The waning moon is silent and cold, the eyebrows are difficult to show, and it is as sad as a disease. Turn the roots, swing without leaking, and be silent until winter.
Looking at Bai's Nostalgia from Niu Shan Sleeping at Night.
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.
I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
Jiangling is anxious to send his son there.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
Night parking near Fengqiao Zhangji
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell arrives.
On Miao and Dai Calligraphy in San Lv
Yuan Xiang is inexhaustible, and Qu Song complains.
In late autumn, the smoke rises and the maple trees whisper.
On Tang Zhao's Leisure from Huainan Shooting at Li Pu
In earlier years, I paid tribute to enriching the people, but today I can't hide my shame.
New promises are like mountains, and old promises are like water.
The red leaves in Ma Si are rustling late, and the Yangtze River falls in autumn in Rizhao.
I don't hesitate to know my own advantages, but I'm worried about one thing.
Send Wen Shangshu to Luosong to see Kou Zhun.
Mix's red leaves are flying in front of the horse, sending Wang Sun home on a beautiful day.
However, you should be disappointed when you go for an old swim, so the stream and autumn moss are both fish.
"Move the Capital" Song Author: Wu
I have been repairing the door for a long time, and I have no strong plan to donate books to China.
The mink fur is dusty, the cottage is late, and it is close to the rivers and lakes.
After falling on the blue sky and the moon, the rustling wild geese came early.
The old friend brought wine to send good things, and sent me to forget Lao Lu.
King Huai Gu Song of Jinling
Visit the ancient times in homesickness, spend a long time, and be alone in the autumn.
A bird with smoke leaves a bamboo, and several sails return to the boat under the rain.
The rustling dusk blows the red leaves, and the miserable Leng Yun collapses the old building.
The old country is desolate, who asked, people's hearts are more romantic.
I hope it is useful to you, and I hope to adopt it ~