Leaves fall in early autumn, such as guests.
If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.
Sikong tree with deciduous leaves
The frost scene urges dangerous leaves, and now the trees are half empty. Depression makes countries different, and scattered travelers are the same.
Cold water floats on the shore, and night insects hold it in order. You can enjoy the wind and get Luoyang Palace. Deciduous Wang Jian
The green direction is uneven, and the first red color overlaps. The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree. The fallen leaves sent Chen Yu and Han Yu.
The fallen leaves do not rest, and the residual crown does not return. Gone with the wind is always different, and when you meet it, you will temporarily rely on it.
Whispering in the middle of the night, long and cold. Who bid farewell to a teenager, tears wet his clothes. Fallen leaves (poems by Kong Shaoan) Kong Deshao
Leaves in early autumn fall and fall like guests.
If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest. Luoye Wangzhou
The girl in green is jealous when she wants to be crisp. In cold months, the wind blows and the leaves are dry and red. Smell the fallen leaves
After the Chushu snow cleared, there was a rustling in the evening wind. Because of the memory of the night of the old country, several plants are empty by the water.
Boil the tea and simply burn it, and the moss will turn red. I won't leave here next year, I will see green bushes.
Deciduous Miracle
It's too late in autumn, so you can see your neighbors outside the window. Who is surprised in the world, Lin alone sweeps the frequency.
Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning. It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of singing birds gave the trees a breath of spring.
Deciduous xiumu
The leaves are red after the rain. Looking back at spring, I believe there is autumn wind.
Several places follow the running water, and the river is in chaos. You should only be on your own, not with you. He Sheng Jitao Ye Luo Qian Qian B.
In the old Zhongshan in autumn, the trees are sparse and withered, which always belongs to the dust flying.
I don't know how cool the breeze is. I only know that King Jinling is angry.
Su E leans on the moon with trees, and the girl in green is naked.
Hualin is as desolate as a desert, and Wan Li is cold.