Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, bringing poetry to the blue night. ##
Liu Yuxi, an autumn poet
The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow. ##
Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
Chang Wang Anqiu Zhao Wei
Clouds and things are sad and clear, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn.
When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground.
Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries. ##
Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners.
Qiujiang TanYongzhi
Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.
The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy. ##
Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?
Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.
Beginning of autumn Liu Han
The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold.
There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon. ##
Cao Ye in early autumn.
The grass is thin and fluorescent, and the mountains are long and the maple trees are long. ##
Nancun calves crow at night, and there should be new frost on the fence.
Autumn serenade Wang Wei
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes. ##
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Wang Wei, a mountain autumn borer.
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.
Xu Hun in early autumn.
The long night was filled with the silent voices of a couple and a couple; The wind blows like a west wind.
The dew condensed weeds left a few fireflies; On the morning of autumn, the geese flitted across the Milky Way and flew to the south. ##
Tall trees don't seem to have withered at dawn, and the distance between the sun and the distant mountains is quite clear.
"Huainanzi" has leaves and knows the sentence of Sui mother; I realized the poetry under the leaves of horaba.
Qiuquan Xue Tao
At the beginning of the color, there was smoke in the area and the sound was far away. ##
Lying on the pillow for a long time will keep the sad people awake at midnight.