The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and falling and turning into frost. - Cao Pi's "Song of Yan"
The bleak autumn wind is causing all the flowers to die, and the dead branches and leaves are swaying with the waves. The bamboo dock is dust-free and water-free. The threshold is clear, and the lovesickness passes across the city.
Temporarily thank the plum blossoms for their vitality, and once the spring rain comes, the pond will be full of green. The autumn clouds will not disperse, and the frost will fly late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of the rain. - Li Shangyin "Remnant Lotus"
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither. - "Long Song Xing"