When the autumn wind is beautiful, the Wujiang River is full of water and the perch is fat.
It's a pity that I haven't returned for three thousand miles.
Late Autumn (Yuxin)
In the bleak evening, I looked at the cold stage.
The wet court condenses and falls, and the wind rolls locusts.
The weather is still cold, and the clouds at night are more hazy.
Poor geese count, little by little empty lines.
Shinya yamanaka (Wang Bo)
The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return.
The condition is that it is windy late at night, and the yellow leaves all over the mountains are dying.
Surprise autumn on the powder (Su's "Wang+Pavilion")
The north wind blows clouds, and Wan Li crosses the river.
When the mood falls, the autumn sound can't be heard.
Sitting alone in autumn night (Wang Wei)
Sitting alone is sad and white, and the autumn night sky is nearly two more.
Wild fruits in the mountains fall in the autumn rain, and insects on the grass whisper to the lights.
The white hair on the head is always difficult to turn black, and there is no panacea in alchemy.
To know how to get rid of senility, only learning Buddhism can't be destroyed.
Gordon (Du Fu)
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
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.
Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity (Du Fu)
Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.
Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
The ancient city of Kuifu has an oblique sunset, and every time it travels south to Wangjing.
Listen to the ape shed three tears, and let Xu follow August.
Draw an incense burner and lean on a pillow, and the mountain floor hides sorrow.
Look at the vines on the stone, which have reflected the flowers in front of the continent.
Chung Shan Man is here, Claire Kuo, and every day, Jiang Lou sits in the green.
The fisherman in the lodge is still ordinary, and the swallow flies in the clear autumn.
Kuang Heng's resistance to fame and fortune is weak, and Liu Xiangchuan's heart has been violated.
Many students and teenagers are not cheap, and Wuling Qiuma is light and fat.
It is said that if Chang 'an plays chess, the world will be sad for a hundred years.
The houses of princes have all changed their owners, and the clothes of civil servants and military commanders are not the same as in the past.
Beiguan Mountain was shocked by the golden drum, but it was late to sign a book on horses and chariots in the west.
The fish and dragons are lonely, and the autumn is cold, so the country is peaceful and thoughtful.
Penglai Palace Que faces Nanshan, with dewdrops between golden stems and Korean smiles.
Looking at Yaochi in the west and the Empress Dowager in the east, there are many kinds of customs.
Clouds move to Gongshan, and the sun goes around Longlin to know the holy face.
One lying on the bank of the Cangjiang River surprised me at the end of the year and went to Qingsuo for classes several times.
Qutang Xiakou Qujiang Tou, Wan Lifeng smoke meets Su Qiu.
Calyx clamped the city to control the air, and Furong Xiao Yuan entered the customs.
Pearl curtain embroidered column encircles oriole, and brocade rope tooth wall rises from Bai Ou.
Looking back at the difference between song and dance venues, Qin Zhong has been a country of emperors since ancient times.
Kunming Chishui Han Shigong was a target in the eyes of Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty.
Jathyapple weaver silk empty, autumn wind stone whale scales move.
The waves are floating, the rice is dark, and the lotus room is pink.
There are only birds in the sky, and the rivers and lakes are full of fishermen.
Kunwu imperial house is lingering, and Zige Peak is beautiful.
The fragrant rice pecked at the parrot's grain, and the branches of the old phoenix perched in Wu Bi.
Beauty meets Cui Chun and asks questions, while the fairy couple moves late in the same boat.
The crayons used to dry up, and the white heads sang softly.
Beginning of autumn visited the Mirror (Li Yi) the day before.
Everything is sold out, and life looks in the mirror.
Only snow on the temples will bring autumn wind tomorrow.
Two Autumn Poems (Liu Yuxi)
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.
The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.
Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
Yu Jiexing (Fan Zhongyan)
The leaves are fragrant, and the night is silent and cold. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away. Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears. I know what it's like to sleep alone. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
The Fisherman's Pride (Fan Zhongyan)
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Su Muzhe (Fan Zhongyan)
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.