"Mountain Travel"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there is a home 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.
"The Man Who Thinks Far Away"
Song Dynasty·Yan Jidao
Autumn is late with red leaves and yellow flowers, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles.
After flying through the clouds, I will return home without any letter. Where can I send a letter?
When the tears fall from the window, I spin the inkstone to grind the ink.
As I write farewell, deep in my love, the red paper is colorless.
"Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"
Yuan·Bai Pu
The setting sun in the isolated village, the light smoke and jackdaws in the old trees,
< p>Under the shadow of a little Feihong.Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
"Autumn Thoughts"
Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi
I have few dreams at night when I am sick, but I have many thoughts at the beginning of autumn when I am idle.
Loneliness comes after rain and clear weather, depression comes early and cold comes.
Birds perch on the red-leafed trees, and the moon shines on the moss ground.
What’s more, I am middle-aged and over thirty-two.
"Nanxiangzi Village Dwelling in Autumn Twilight"
Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
The red leaves are all over the cold stream, and the empty mountains are lined with thousands of trees.
Try to go up to the small building and look up and down.
A smoke cage spreads ten miles away.
Barking dogs and crowing chickens, lights shining brightly on the way home.
When I first drove through Hengshan, it was near and far, east and west.
My home is hidden in the cold forest.
"In the Mountain"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
"Red Leaves in Shangyang"
Xu Ning of Tang Dynasty
Three points in Luoxia represent red leaves in autumn, and two points are translated as Shangyang Chou.
Thousands of voices are heard on the ditch, and one piece of music flows out of the palace.
"Dian Crimson Lips"
Qing Dynasty·Wang Guowei
The earth is thick and the sky is high, and I feel like I am on the left side of my life.
The small fast is like a boat, and you can turn around.
It took me only a moment to talk about life.
The world is vast, the frost forest is sitting alone, and the red leaves are falling one after another.
"Qingjiang Yin·Autumn Huai"
Yuan·Zhang Kejiu
The west wind letter came thousands of miles home and asked me when I would return?
The geese crow in the sky with red leaves, and people are drunk in the field of yellow flowers.
The sound of banana rain falls in autumn dreams.
"He Du Lu Shi Titled Red Leaves"
Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi
On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new for a while.
It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring.
Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly.
Looking at the basket, there were only two people in front of the wind.
"Sent to Brothers"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
The red leaves in Jiangcheng are gone, and the thought of traveling is even more desolate.
The mountains are far away from home in Gumeng, and the autumn nights are long when I sleep alone.
The Tao remains empty and relies on fate, but the body is humble and has not returned home.
Looking south, I still shed tears, and there is a line of geese on the horizon.
"Xie Xin'en"
Southern Tang Dynasty·Li Yu
The slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival again, and the fragrance of dogwood falls on the terrace.
The smell of purple chrysanthemum floats in the courtyard, and the mist in the evening is drizzling.
Yongyongxin's wild goose swallows cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year.
"Going to the Tongguan Posthouse in Autumn"
Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty
The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the pavilion.
The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the drizzle passes through the middle section.
The colors of the trees follow the mountains, and the sound of the river flows into the sea.
I will arrive in the Imperial Township tomorrow, and I still dream of fishing and woodcutting.
"Miscellaneous Odes of the West Lake, Autumn"
Yuan·Xue Angfu
The red leaves in the sparse forest, the hibiscus is about to fade, naturally decorate the autumn screen.
The broken clouds cover the sky, the setting sun slants, and pavilions and pavilions emerge from the mountainside.
Those who are slow to pay for painting the boat.