Gourd with bitter gourd leaves, to the deep water ferry river. Put down the skirt slowly, and lift it quickly. The Book of Songs has bitter leaves.
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is in shock. 《? Early autumn guest house Du Mu?
Leaves fall in early autumn, such as guests. "Fallen Leaves" Kong Shaoan
In October, the frost leaves are new. It seems that the fire can't burn out, and flowers don't wait for spring. The story of Bai Juyi, Hongye and Dulu
Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed. Don't say anything, shake it down, shake it down from here. Bai Juyi in A Fallen Leaf
Qiu Shu, who lives in the breeze, has been drinking for many years. Drunk as frost leaves, although red is not spring. Bai Juyi, drunk to the red leaves
Poems describing autumn leaves:
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in.
The autumn wind enters the court tree, and the lone guest smells it first. -Tang Liu Yuxi Autumn Wind Introduction
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. Wu Ge Qiu Ge at Midnight by Tang Li Bai.
Autumn wind blows the Weihe River and leaves fall all over Chang 'an. -Tang Jiadao's History of Wu Chu in Jiang Yi.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. -Liu Han Che's autumn wind poem
Cold wind destroys trees and frost turns green. -Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poetry is Jiao Zhongqing's Wife"
When the leaves fall and the west wind blows, people lose weight. -Song Xin Qi Ji's "Zhao Jun Complaint"
It's autumn. It's half reed flower and half Polygonum flower. -Geng's "Jiangcun is a matter"
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. -Tang Li Bai, "Listening to the Qin Shi Jun of Shu State"
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. -Don Cheung's Qiu Si.
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. -Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"