Before the sunshine, the window bamboo, after the dew is wet, the roses in the garden; Insects sing at night, and moth flies around the candle.
Yu Xin's Late Autumn Poems
A bleak, approaching the evening scene. I looked at the cold steps. The wet stadium is frozen and the dew is falling. The wind is blowing and the locust tree is falling. The sun is still cold. Clouds at night are more hazy. The poor goose is standing in the air.
A Lotus in Autumn Pond
Sui Hong is respectful.
Autumn to the sky, Ling Bo alone spit red.
If you want, you will go with the wind.