Ancient poems bleak in autumn wind

Poems about autumn wind

1: The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

2. The cold city is light in smoke and the leaves in the valley are red.

3. If the weather is not so cool and sunny this autumn, the quiet dusk may seem a little sad.

4. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest habitat sees feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

5. The cold pool reflects Bai Yue, and the autumn rain grows moss.

6. Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, plants turn yellow, and geese return to the south.

At 7: 10, the frost shadow turns to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.

8: Moon, now at sea, Tianya * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

9. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle, fanning a small fan and pouncing on fireflies.

10: Go to the West Building before Yun Zheyue is released. But when you call it, Yu Di will break with a loud blow ... If you make a long circle so late, human feelings may not depend on your acceptance. -Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong"

1 1: The bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.

12: Sitting in the wilderness in autumn, let the land be desolate, and wait for it to become a mountain full of chrysanthemum morifolium.

13: the old tree is autumn, and the empty pool is soaked in moonlight. -"Sleeping on the Pool" by Liu Tang Deren

14: Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner. -"Mid-Autumn Moon"

15: In the human world, everything is done in Qiu Lai.

16: the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight.

17: Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.

18: Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights; The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the moonlit night of January this year, the moonlight is still there; I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. Song Zhu Shuzhen's Life Chess Manual