The blooming chrysanthemums are dazzling and the fragrance permeates Chang 'an. The whole city is bathed in fragrant chrysanthemums, and there are golden chrysanthemums like armor everywhere.
Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Sweet Lady"
The trees shook gently, the autumn wind began to cool, and the Dongting waves beat the shore, and the leaves fell.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. -Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"
The air is filled with the smell of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are bursts of frogs in their ears.
Red durian in late rain and green taro in new autumn. -Wang Wei's "Tian Jia"
Pomegranate grows in rainy days, smiles and blooms in sunset, and taro grows well in beautiful seasons.
The moonlight in autumn is better than the spring night, and the days in first frost, Wan Li are quiet and lonely. -Rong Hong's Autumn Moon
The moon in autumn is brighter, brighter and clearer than the moon in spring.
White deer garden chrysanthemum, autumn wind falls in Huainan. -Xie Huilian's Yi Dao
The Millennium moistens the autumn chrysanthemum in the garden, and the autumn wind blows off the leaves of Sophora japonica.
A night of violet frost shearing made him lose the autumn rain. -Guess "two accidental questions"
The frost cut the green lotus leaf into pieces overnight, and the autumn rain fell on the broken lotus leaf, and crystal drops could no longer be formed.
In May, when the pomegranate is in full bloom and the branches are growing, the children also begin to grow. -Han Yu's "Three Chants of Zhang Eleven Guest House"
In May, pomegranate bloomed in bloom, red as fire, dazzling, and pomegranate seeds were faintly visible among the branches.
Looking at the cold city, Pingchu is pale. -Xie Tiao's Poems of Deng Wang in Xuancheng County
Standing on the roof of the cold city overlooking the distance, Pingchu is a vast scene.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
A warm south wind blew at night, and the wheat in the field was covered with ridges and ripe yellow.