I "The Last Chrysanthemum"
Tanghuangchao
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
When the Double Ninth Festival comes in autumn and September, chrysanthemums will bloom and other flowers will wither. The fragrance of chrysanthemums in full bloom permeates the whole Chang 'an city, and chrysanthemums are everywhere as golden as armor.
Second, an autumn night in the mountains.
Don
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
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.
After the new rain, the valley is empty and fresh, and the weather is particularly cool in early autumn and evening. The bright moon reflects the quiet pine forest, and the clear spring water flows on the rocks. The girl in the bamboo forest came back from washing with a smile, and the lotus leaves swayed in the canoe. Although spring is beautiful, autumn scenery in front of us is enough to make people linger.
Third, night parking near Fengqiao.
Tang zhangji
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
The moon sets, crows crow, and the sky is cold. The maple trees on the river and the fishing fire on the boat make it difficult for me to sleep alone. In Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell ringing in the middle of the night reached my passenger ship.
Fourth, "stay at the rockfall pavilion and send a message to Cui Yonghe and Cui Zhou"
Tang Li Shangyin
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
Surrounded by bamboo forests, the scenery outside the rockfall pavilion is completely new after the rain. Acacia love flies far away, but across a heavy high city. The sky in late autumn is gloomy, and the season of frost flying is late. The lotus leaf in the water has withered, leaving only a few dead leaves for people to listen to the sound of raindrops dripping.
Five, "two autumn poems, the first"
Don Liu Yuxi
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.
Since ancient times, poets have lamented the depression in autumn, but I say autumn is far better than spring. On a clear autumn day in Wan Li, a crane soared among the clouds, which triggered my poem to fly to the sky.