Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
Cold autumn, red maple leaves and blooming reeds.
Colorful flowers are often spring-sealed, maple leaves are red and autumn is strong.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Moonlight shines in the pine forest, and clear water and stones flow.
Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si?
Long-distance visitors in the autumn of Wanli, with my hundred years of sadness, climbed this height alone.
In the autumn of August, the wind roared and my three hairs rolled up.
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.