Commentary: I vaguely heard the rustling sound of autumn wind in my sleep, woke up to look for it, but found nothing. I saw buttonwood leaves falling all over the steps and bathed in the bright moonlight.
Poems that also describe autumn include:
Autumn has begun? Liu Tang Yanshi
Shang Biao was surprised when he quit filariasis this morning. Clouds gather summer colors and autumn leaves move.
Appreciation: "filariasis" refers to July of the lunar calendar or a relatively hot month. "Above the table" refers to the autumn wind. From the day of beginning of autumn, the summer heat gradually receded, and the autumn wind began to stir; The sky between the clouds began to gather the colors of summer, and the autumn sound among the leaves had already moved. In short, the footsteps of autumn are near!
New autumn? Tang Qiji
I was shocked at first, but I saw beginning of autumn again. The dew is still cold, and the night of Yunfeng is even more strange.
Long vanilla is half-ripe, and the original grass is slightly decayed. Fortunately, in the bright light, An Ren became sad.
Appreciation: When the day comes in beginning of autumn, it is inevitable that the dog days will end slowly. It's a little cold to watch the morning dew and the morning glow in the morning, and it's more beautiful to watch the clouds cover the peak in the evening. The crops on the ridge are half mature, and the green grass in the distance of the ridge shows a slight withering; Fortunately, there is a clear autumn glow, so be kind and don't be sad.
Beginning of autumn looked in the mirror the day before, Don.
Everything is sold out, and life looks in the mirror. Only snow on the temples will bring autumn wind tomorrow.
Appreciation: Everything outside has become empty. I can see in the mirror that my career is fruitless, only my temples are gray, and I will welcome the autumn wind tomorrow. I can't help feeling sad.
Beginning of autumn Han.
The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold. I can't find a place to sleep in autumn, and the phoenix tree is full of moonlight.
Appreciation: The night turned cold, and the crow who just left the nest seemed to be unable to bear the chill and flew away, crowing, leaving only the lonely Yuping standing there. In the dead of night, there is a fresh cool breeze blowing from the pillow, like a fan flapping up and down. I woke up from my sleep and came to the quiet yard. The autumn sound vaguely felt in my sleep is nowhere to be found. I saw buttonwood leaves in the bright moonlight.