What poems do I think of when I see fallen leaves?

Frost with moonlight, lying listening to residual leakage for love. Leaves rustle for no reason, it makes rain and sad people make sounds together. -Song, Lu You

Endless forests shed leaves one after another; The endless river rolls its waves all the time.

In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it.

The leaves are red after the rain. Looking back at spring, I believe there is autumn wind.

Leaves in early autumn fall and fall like guests. If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.