Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's "In the Mountains"
White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts"
The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang City, and the writer is full of ideas.
I’m afraid I can’t say it all in a hurry, and the travelers have to open it again before leaving.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "Ascend the High"
The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky whistle in mourning, and the white birds fly back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
Boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.
Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my new wine glass becomes muddy.
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu's "Mountain Journey"
Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there is a family deep in the white clouds.
I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Fengqiao/Night Mooring at Fengjiang River"
The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is covered with frost, and the river maples, fishermen, and fires are facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Frost Moon"
I first heard that there were no cicadas among the wild geese, and the water reached the sky a hundred feet high.
The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Wind"
Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao sends the wild geese off.
When a visitor enters the garden tree, the solitary guest is the first to smell it.
Song Dynasty: Zhu Xi's "Occasionally Successful"
It is easy for a young man to learn but hard for an old man to succeed, so an inch of time should not be taken lightly.
I haven’t realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the phoenix leaves in front of the steps have already sounded in autumn.
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's "Early Autumn"
Unconsciously, the early autumn nights are getting longer, and the breeze is becoming more and more desolate.
As the scorching summer heat subsides, the Mao Zhai is quiet, and the clumps of sedge under the steps are exposed.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo's "Two Poems of Farewell to the Moon in the River Pavilion"
The river sends Banan water away, and the mountains cross the clouds in the north.
On the autumn moonlit night in Jinting, who can see us crying and leaving the crowd?
The smoke cage is surrounded by blue bricks, and the moon is flying towards the south end.
The loneliness is hidden in the pavilion, and the country is cold at night.