Stop and sit in love with the maple leaves at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, I say autumn is better than spring
Maple leaves and flowers Autumn is rustling
A thousand purples and reds always seal the spring, and the maple leaves are red and autumn is thick
The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the vegetation turns yellow and the geese return south. The orchids are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and I can’t forget the beauty I have in my heart.
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs and rocks flow.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn?
Wanli has always been a guest in the sad autumn, and has been sick for a hundred years alone on the stage.
The high autumn wind howls in August, rolling up the three-layered thatched roof of my house
Withered vines and old trees, there are dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, and the westerly wind and thin horses on the ancient roads.
As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people are at the end of the world