The autumn moon is cold, and bloom is climbing. * * * in the world, he said heaven, I don't know if heaven still remembers the world. -Chang 'e by Bian Gong in Ming Dynasty.
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion —— Recalling Jiangnan by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty.
Looking back at the teacher's way, osmanthus flowers fall in succession-Bai Juyi sent a message to Zen master in Tang Dynasty.
I can see the hibiscus flowers crying at the top of the slope, Gui Xiang under the moon-Yu Zhuo's brother Huai Han.
"Partridge Day" Li Qingzhao
The faint yellow corpus luteum is soft, and the traces of affection are far away, leaving only fragrance.
Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower
Ding Mei is jealous, chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painting column opens in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
A poet can be heartless in thought, because he got nothing in those years.
The Qing Dynasty in the Code of Quality
Zhang
When the West Lake is clear in August, where does it smell sweet?
There are golden millet everywhere beside Manjue Dragon, and the wind blows all mountains and autumn.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
the Tang Dynasty
Wang Jian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si?