Complete Poems Describing Aestheticism

1: The autumn window is still early, and it is windy. -Tang Du Fu's Guest Pavilion

2. There is nothing to say when you go to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn.

3. In autumn, there are bamboos and cool Wuling pine everywhere.

4: In the evening, Yun Qi drank sweat and got wet with Gao Lin.

5: Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng. I face them in this villa and drink my wine. Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou Farewell Minister Shu Yun.

6. Everyone explains the sad autumn and doesn't know it thoroughly like a poet.

7: I haven't heard from my old friend Wan Li, and I plan to ask Duan Hong.

8. Some people will be engraved in memory forever. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him will never change.

9: After lights out, sleep in the beautiful rain.

10: The air is crisp in autumn, and there are flies in all flowers.

1 1: When love comes, it is also happy. However, this kind of happiness needs to be paid, and we should learn to accept disappointment, pain and parting. Since then, life is no longer simple.

12: There are many leaves in the Green Pavilion. I know it's autumn. Shang Liu chai sang

13: cold wind destroyed trees and first frost knot.

14: Every autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. -Liu Tang Yuxi's autumn poems

15: the grass is low and the golden city is foggy, and the Yumen wind is under the wood.

16: Sulushuo wants to be crisp, and the girl in green is jealous. In cold months, the wind is blowing and the leaves are dry and red.

17: the lion dragon is flying and brilliant again! Light alleys and thick streets are full of fragrance, and desks are full of chrysanthemums in September.

18: Wanhe Chunsheng pine, several rows of autumn geese come. -Yuan Sadduce's "Dream of Two Poems on Mountain Climbing"

19: The frost cut of the green lotus overnight made him lose his pearls in the autumn rain. Two occasional poems by Tang Laigu

20: Don't rush home when you meet, Huang Die will be sad tomorrow.