1, an empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. -Tang Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Mountain"
In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white sand beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. -Tang Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
3. In August, the wind howled and Sanhe grass rolled in my house. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. -Tang Du Fu's "The Hut Was Blown by Autumn Wind"
4. The shrub in autumn is like a house made of pottery, and it leans more and more around the fence. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Tang Yuanzhen's "Chrysanthemum"
In the picturesque Jiangcheng, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear. Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie? -Tang Li Bai's "Qiu Deng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building"?
6. When I was in Wan Li, I was sad, like a willow in Tingzhou. The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown to the buildings in Xianyang. At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees. Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always. -Tang Xu Xiongnu's "Xianyang East Building"