Late autumn poems

Wang Ye in late autumn.

Tang Dynasty

Autumn makes the suburbs feel sorry for themselves, and chrysanthemums are lonely at night.

The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice.

After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.

On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk.

In the late autumn, Cai Wufeng drank.

Dufutang

Jiashi knows each other, and looks forward to it.

Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails.

At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.

It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time.

Nanhu late autumn

Baijuyi decoction

In August, the white dew falls and the lake is old.

However, there were many autumn winds, and the load was dumped by half.

Climb the green maple with your hands and step on the yellow reeds with your feet.

Bleak old glory, cold autumn hug.

Huai Chu has brothers, Shu Dao has brothers.

When will Wan Li come? Yan Bobai. /