Frost grass ash insect scissors, people in the south of the village are absolutely lost in the north.
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, buckwheat blooms like moon snow.
Wenchong Bai Juyi
Insects are singing in the dark at night, and it is cloudy and rainy in autumn.
I'm afraid that people who are worried will sleep for a while and their voices will move closer to the bed.
Liuyueye
The moonlight is half deep, and the Beidou is dry and oblique.
I know that spring is blooming tonight, and insects are singing through the green screen window.
Qiu Lai Lihe
Tung wind shocks the suffering of a strong man, and weak light winds cry cold.
Who saw Qing Jian weaving books without sending flowers, insects, powder and empty moths?
Think straight tonight, and the cold rain will hang the reader's soul.
Autumn grave ghosts sing poems, and hate blood for thousands of years.
Send me uncle Wang Changling.
The autumn water in the deep forest has been empty recently, and it has returned to the quiet shade to play.
What's the point of xipu's departure? Grassroots cold dew.
Chen Wenshu in autumn night.
The bottom of the buttonwood leaves shows the Milky Way, and the dew is as cold as a window.
There are two rows of geese on the four walls, and I don't know where to get autumn.
Mao Zedong, the Seven Unique Braves.
Sitting alone in a pond is like sitting on the back of a tiger, resting in the shade.
If I don't speak first in spring, which bug dares to be quiet.