The poems describing the beautiful scenery of autumn are as follows:
1. The scenery is strange when autumn comes in Saixia, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds ring out from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.
2. The high autumn wind roared in August and rolled up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond. A group of children in the south village bullied me into being old and weak, and I was a thief who could not stand it. He carried thatch into the bamboo without hesitation, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed. The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the autumn desert turns dark.
3. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is disordered and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long? There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy! Unmoved by wind and rain, it is as peaceful as a mountain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
4. The wind is strong, the sky is high, the ape is screaming in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand of Zhugong. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.
5. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky.
6. The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, and small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch Altair and Vega.
7. The blue sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, the waves of autumn, the cold smoke and green on the waves. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. The soul of the darkened country is thinking about the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
8. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
9. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It’s embarrassing to be here this night!
10. Looking at the dusk of Donggao, where can I rely on? The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with the setting sun. The shepherds are driving back their calves, and the hunting horses are returning with their poultry. We care about each other but don't know each other, and we sing long songs and cherish the flowers.