Moral: The autumn wind blows down the white clouds, and the trees on the shore are no longer lush. However, the golden leaves fall one after another, presenting a beautiful background for autumn. The geese are singing, slowly passing the mast …
On the river, the autumn geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain. -Du Mu's Nine-Day Climbing
Moral: The geese reflecting the autumn shadow in the river just flew south, holding a friend to the top with a hip flask. The wind is tight and the geese are high, but the trees are endless. -Nalan Xingde's "The river despises God, and the wind tights the geese striding high"
Wild geese fly high in the autumn wind.
Autumn is solemn and quiet, and it is vast and empty.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. -Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book Shu Yun"
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. ? The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. ? After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
Other poems describing the beauty of autumn morning include:
1, an autumn night in the mountains, Tang, an empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
2, "Autumn Nightingale" Tang Guijiao was born with a slight autumn dew, light and thin, and did not change clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
3, "Midnight Qiu Ge" Tang Li Bai's bright moon hangs high in the capital, and all the hammers are smashed. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?