1. Last night, the west wind suddenly turned and wild geese crossed the forest. Poetry is just static, rhyme is cold. 1 1 Li Bai's autumn scenery
2. The grass is colored by the grass pool, and the sound of flying apes on the ridge. Xiangjiang River in Wan Li, with wind and rain. Wang Jian's Jiangnan
3, the water falls in a shallow stream, and the temple is autumn and the mountain is gray. The color of the trees is particularly rainy, and the bells are far away from the sunset. Zhang's Autumn Zhai at Mountain Temple
4, people on the shore are in the mirror, and the lights in the lonely village are hanging. Herons under the trees, dragons in the deep pools. 1 1 Cen Can's Country House
5, misty rain and soft lakes, empty mountains and strange colors. Recalling the water in Duanjiaqiao, I can't help but linger and feel high. Weide misty rain
6. Wind Lin Xue Trail, Jingshui Tingshan Village. However, the spring breeze has feet. I'm going to Chai Men first today. 1 1 Zhu's "Drawing Mountain beginning of spring"
7, peach red with rain, willow green with spring smoke. Before the children were swept away, the flowers fell, and the tourists in Ti Ying Mountain slept soundly. 1 1 Wang Wei's "Spring Sleep"
8. There are isolated villages under the mountain, and the plateau is alone in the horizon. A swallow flies back to the alley, and Mr. Wu or Liu faces the door. 1 1 Wang Wei's Dwelling House
9. The bamboo pole master sleeps, and the water pavilion is wild. Outside the curtain, the wind and smoke curled up, and the trees in front of the court sang. Li Bai's Summer Scenery
10, the west wind suddenly turned last night, and I was surprised to see geese crossing the forest. Poetry is just static, rhyme is cold. 1 1 Li Bai's autumn scenery