"Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"
Yuan·Bai Pu
The setting sun in the isolated village, the light smoke and jackdaws in the old trees,
< p>Under the shadow of a little Feihong.Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
"Autumn Thoughts"
Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi
I have few dreams at night when I am sick, but I have many thoughts at the beginning of autumn when I am idle.
Loneliness comes after rain and clear weather, depression comes early and cold comes.
Birds perch on the red-leafed trees, and the moon shines on the moss ground.
Not to mention the middle-aged, thirty-two-year-old.
"Nanxiangzi Village Dwelling in Autumn Twilight"
Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
The red leaves are all over the cold stream, and the empty mountains are lined with thousands of trees.
Try to go up to the small building and look up and down.
A smoke cage spreads ten miles away.
Barking dogs and crowing chickens, lights shining brightly on the way home.
When I first drove through Hengshan, it was near and far, east and west.
My home is hidden in the cold forest.
"In the Mountain"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
"Red Leaves in Shangyang"
Tang·Xu Ning
Three points in Luoxia are red leaves in autumn, and two points are translated as Shangyang Chou.
Thousands of voices are heard on the ditch, and one piece of music flows out of the palace.
"Dian Crimson Lips"
Qing Dynasty·Wang Guowei
The earth is thick and the sky is high, and I feel like I am on the left side of my life.
The small fast is like a boat, and you can turn around.
It took me only a moment to talk about life.
The world is vast, the frost forest is sitting alone, and the red leaves are falling one after another.
"Qingjiang Yin·Qiu Huai"
Yuan·Zhang Kejiu
The west wind letter came thousands of miles home and asked me when I would return?
The geese crow in the sky with red leaves, and people are drunk in the field of yellow flowers.
The sound of banana rain falls in autumn dreams.
"He Du Lu Shi Titled Red Leaves"
Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi
On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new.
It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring.
Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly.
Looking at the basket, there were only two people in front of the wind.
"Sending Brothers"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
The red leaves in Jiangcheng are gone, and the thought of traveling is even more desolate.
The mountains are far away from home in Gu Meng, and the autumn nights are long when I sleep alone.
The Tao remains empty and depends on fate, but the body is humble and has not returned home.
Looking south, I still shed tears, and there is a line of geese on the horizon.
"Xie Xin'en"
Southern Tang·Li Yu
The slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival again, and the fragrance of dogwood falls on the terrace.
The smell of purple chrysanthemum floats in the courtyard, and the mist in the evening is drizzling.
Yongyongxin's wild goose swallows cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year.
"Going to the Tongguan Posthouse in Autumn"
Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty
The red leaves are rustling in the evening, and there is a ladle of wine in the pavilion.
The remaining clouds return to Taihua, and the drizzle passes through the middle section.
The colors of the trees follow the mountains, and the sound of the river flows into the sea.
I will arrive in the Imperial Township tomorrow, and I still dream of fishing and woodcutting.
"Miscellaneous Odes of the West Lake, Autumn"
Yuan·Xue Angfu
The red leaves in the sparse forest, the hibiscus is about to fade, naturally decorate the autumn screen.
The broken clouds cover the sky, the setting sun slants, and pavilions and pavilions emerge from the mountainside.
Those who are slow to pay for painting the boat.
Songs should be sung thoroughly; poems should be written when the mood arises.
"Linjiang Immortal"
Song Dynasty Yan Jidao
Three years of joy in Tamsui, but a few nights of separation.
The red leaves dance in Xiaoshuang on the way back.
The guest sentiment is now the ancient road, and the autumn dream is short and long pavilion.
Clearing tears in front of Lujiu Zun, there is a sound in the sun.
Shaoling poems reflect the old talents.
The place where Yun Hong met, the Nine Layers of Smoke City.
"Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings"
Song Dynasty·Yan Jidao
I quietly recall last autumn when the tung trees fell at the head of the old stream.
The poem was written on the red leaves, and the hatred was sent eastwards.
The people are connected and the water is long. How sad.
The wild geese cannot write, and the butterfly dreams have no basis, and they are leaning against the tall buildings.
"Slow Sound·Autumn Sound"
Song Dynasty·Jiang Jie
The yellow flowers are deep in the alley, the red leaves are low, and the sound of autumn is desolate.
The sound of rain came, accompanied by the sound of wind.
At twenty-five o'clock, Li Qiao's door is unlocked and the sound is heard.
I am an old friend far away, who is shaking the jade pendant and making the bell ring under the eaves?
The sound of colorful horns blew and the moon fell, and gradually the camp and horses moved, and the sound of bamboo pipes was heard everywhere.
The adjacent lamp flashes, and there is still the sound of anvil in front of the lamp.
I know that he will complain about his sorrow until dawn, and how many cries he will make!
The complaint is not over yet, so give half of it to Yan Sheng.
"Autumn Scenery"
Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty
The scenery is difficult to stay in, and it hurts the spring and resents the autumn.
The red leaves fall in the scroll book, and the blue clouds are collected.