Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang North, Orange Island. -Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha"
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
Accompanied by leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun. -Na Lanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone"
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. -Ye Shaoweng's Night Book
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. -Li Shangyin's "Love Luoting in Cuizhou"
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. -Liu Che's Autumn Wind
Hongye poetry
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
Ran Ran Qiu Guang can't stay, and the red leaves are full of dusk. -Li Yu's "Xie Xinen, Ran Ran and Qiu Guang Can't Stay"
Maple trees rustle in the autumn night; After a night at Tongguan Station, I got my own bouquet. -Xu Hun's "Autumn Tour to the Capital" Tongmen Inn Title
Autumn wind likes other people's business best. First, it not only turns maple leaves red, but also turns people's hair white. -Zhao Yi's wild step
After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward. -Xu Hun's Xie Ting Farewell
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce. -Wang Wei's In the Mountains
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. -Yan Dao Ji "Philip Burkart people, red leaves and yellow flowers, autumn is late"
Feng Dan leaves the edge of Yun Lan, and the yellow flowers are under the rocks. -Zhang Lun's "Walking in the Green Sand, Yunshan Autumn"
Poems about small bridges
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs? -Du Mu's "Sue Yangzhou Magistrate Han Chuo"
I once said goodbye to Beauty Bridge, but I wish I could never hear from you again. -Liu Yuxi's Yang Liuzhi
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge. -Zhinan's "Jueju"
I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. -Chen's "Linjiang Xianzi, Stay overnight, reminisce about the past"
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. -Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village
The west wind blew the bridge trees into a mess. Autumn is where the yellow flowers are shy. -Zhang Yi's Jade Case Chen Shanju.
Clear water and red mountains reflect quinoa, and the sunset is still in the west of Xiaoqiao. -Shen Zhou's "Drawing a Picture"
Leaning against the painted diaphragm, I was silent and moved Mei's shadow across the red bridge, and nepotism floated in the north wind. -Nalan Xingde's "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River and Singing the Moon"
Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. -Liu Yong's "Looking at the tide, winning in the southeast"
At that time, I was waiting for Chilan Bridge. Today, I am looking for Huangye Road alone. -Zhou Bangyan's "Jade Tower Spring Taoxi is not calm"
There are thousands of trees in the south of the north bridge, and the green smoke and golden ears reflect the clear stream. -Zhu's "The Willow Color of Guanqiao"