Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
Qiu: Du Mu
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Blame Wang Sun, the storm on the lake, Li Qingzhao.
There are boundless waves on the lake. Autumn is dusk, red is thin, and fragrance is less. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite.
Lotus seeds are old. Green dew washing, Pinghua Cao Ting. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.
Li Bai's Seventeen Poems of Qiupu
Autumn is like autumn, and depression makes people worry.
The guests are too worried to go to the East Building.
Looking to the west of Chang 'an, you can see the river flowing below.
Send a message to this river and you will remember it.
Send a drop of tears from afar to reach Yangzhou for me.
Qiupu apes are sad at night, and Huangshan Mountain is as white as a bald head.
Qingxi is not a long stream, but a heartbroken stream.
You can't go if you want to.
When to return to Japan, rain and tears are lonely.
Autumn brocade ostrich is rare in the world.
Pheasants are too shy to wear sweaters.
Temple in autumn, once whispered, has declined.
Apes have white hair, both long and short.
There are many white apes in Qiupu, flying like snow.
Pull the bar and drink the moon in the water
Worried about being a guest in Qiupu, but watching Qiupu flowers.
Mountains and rivers are like counties and winds are like Changsha.
Drunk uphill, stallion, cold song, seven cows.
Empty singing white stone rotten, tears full of mink hair.
Qiupu Qianling, Shuiche Ridge is the strangest.
The sky is falling and the water is brushing the parasitic branches.
Jiang Zu is a stone and the sky sweeps the screen.
Poetry remains forever, and green words are full of moss.
Qian Qian Heather, 10,000 Ligustrum lucidum.
Egrets in the mountains, white apes in the streams.
Don't go to Qiupu, the ape will break the guest's heart.
Logically, people cross the bird path and Jiang Zu makes a fish beam.
The water is in a hurry, and the flowers are fragrant.
Water is like a horse, and this place is flat.
Kang can take advantage of the bright moon to see flowers on the wine boat.
The water is clear and plain, and the egrets fly to the moon.
Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne.
The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.
On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
In autumn, the whole world sheds flowers, collecting fish and leaving water.
His wife, Zhang Xi, got married, reflecting the deep bamboo forest.
Step by step, Tao Bo heard this sentence.
Say goodbye to monks in the dark and bow to white clouds.