Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.
Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
Climbing high-Du Fu
Zhu Qing Shabai Yanfei came back in the whimper of the sharp wind ape from the vast sky. 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. Bad luck has frosted my temples, and the glasses in the new pavilion are worn out.
Mountain tourism-Dumu
Looking far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng; The parking mat loves maple trees late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my Shandong brother-Wang Wei.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.