Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
Out of thin air, a crane rowed on the clouds, and then led poems to climb in autumn to see the scenery from the temple of General Wu Tai.
Author: Liu Changqing
Gutai is always homesick in autumn.
There are few people in the wild temple, and Yunfeng is separated by water depth.
The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest.
Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River. early autumn
Author: Xu Hui
The long night was filled with the silent voices of a couple and a couple; The wind blows like a west wind.
The dew condensed weeds left a few fireflies; On the morning of autumn, the geese flitted across the Milky Way and flew to the south.
Tall trees don't seem to have withered at dawn, and the distance between the sun and the distant mountains is quite clear.
"Huainanzi" has leaves and knows the sentence of Sui mother; I realized the poetry under the leaves of horaba.