If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? ——Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci·Cambodian Friends of Naigujuejue Ci"
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. ——Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn"
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream. ——Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn"
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat of autumn. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·The Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn"
There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes.
——Li Bai's "Midnight Wu Song·Autumn Song"