Tang-Bai Juyi
A leaf came from the west wind, and it was already cold in front of the court.
The wind pool is full of bright moon and water, and the lotus is full of dew.
It's a night in the south of the Yangtze River, from now on.
early autumn
Tangyuan town
The evening is bleak, and I am away from the crowd and busy.
Summer clothes are thin and thin, and autumn shadows grow on the eaves.
The past never forgets the mystery of the future, and the heart is in the beam.
Pay attention to Niu Girl, across the river.
After the new autumn rain
Don-Qi Ji
Night rain washes Hanshui, full of poetry.
The hedge sounds like a new cricket and the shadow of the grass looks like an old dragonfly.
Static electricity causes the machine to be idle and the cool wind wakes up.
Who is Xiaoyao talking to? Note "Qiyuan Jing".
early autumn
Tang hanhe
One night, the breeze moved and worried, and when I came back, my face turned into a new autumn.
Peach blossom face full of tears, endure to a deeper pillow.
early autumn
Songkouzhun
Lonely songs build by laying bricks or stones around tung, seasonal west wind.
It is empty to look forward to the new autumn and enjoy the past.
The wicker is slightly green, and the ears of Polygonum hydropiper are red.
Don't hate how sad you are.
early autumn
Song-Luo Sheng
In early summer, the fan just touched the wind.
Curtain flowers are lonely and cold, and autumn is silent.
early autumn
Only Song Sun
The fire cloud has not yet gathered in Qifeng, and the pillow is shocked.
Whose home is lonely in several desolate gardens.
early autumn
Song road trip
When the air is crisp in autumn, you can use the pavilion wine on credit.
Long song wears a small market, a short hat and flowers.
The girl in the stream keeps the new crab, and the garden pays the late melon.
Who knows that I am idle and I am drunk?
Like a dream-a new autumn storm overnight.
Song-Zhu Dunru
A new autumn wind and a new rain overnight. There are countless guests who hate and worry.
I am a sleeping person, and I regret to death.
Stubborn. Stubborn. Leave Qingshan and go home.
Xijiangyue-New Autumn Writing
Song-Liu Chenweng
The sky is as low as ever, and the children of the world are crazy.
Try on new makeup everywhere at night. But this is paradise on earth.
I can't feel the coolness like water, and my homesickness is like frost.
Dreams pass through withered mulberry trees from the sea floor. Read all the galactic storms.
Xinqiu western suburb zahang
Ming-Li Xianfang
Because I see hibiscus falling, I cherish the light of a year like a bird flying.
Fighting wine and yellow chickens are happy, and Qingshan is innocent. Old friends are not here.
Sit at night after the new autumn rain
Mingju Festival
The mountain fireflies brushed their clothes a little, and the jasmine flowers floated.
At the beginning of the rain, the well is cool and it has welcomed the autumn.
In the yard of Yu Shengyue, Wan Fan was very sad last night.
The melancholy Fang Yao is easy to wither, and the beauty can't climb the building alone.