Huang Huaman said, Happy every year. And Qiu Guang is old. Green temples can't frighten autumn. If you fight in front of a statue, people will laugh.
What do you know about flat peaches? Who lives in Sanshan Island? When I crossed to Lu 'an, the sea flew and the world was destroyed.
People, Red Leaves, Yellow Flowers and Autumn Night Song: Yan
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books? ?
Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
Cherish yellow flowers and slow chrysanthemums Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying.
Pink enamel gold dress. Ping Xiu recognized Xiao Niang in the past. It's the best in a year. It's the Double Ninth Festival. Avoid spring, I'm afraid it's not far away, look at the secluded path and steal autumn makeup. Drunk. My heart is like sadness. ?
Tidal cheeks smile in the clear frost. Clever play, but also deeply infected with bee yellow There are thousands of dew marks, self-pity for the old color, half spring cold, and a hundred feelings of fragrance. The sound of geese can't reach the Dongli shore, and the city is full of wind and rain. It hurts the most. Late at night, I hate butterflies flying wildly.
The voice is slow and exploratory. Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! (looking at the window: looking at the window)
Jing Tian Shah Yuan Qiu Dynasty: Baipu
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Hong Xiao, Manjiang Zhu Jinghua Qing Dynasty: Qiu Jin
I live in the capital, and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye. The chrysanthemums under the fence are in full bloom, and the autumn colors are distinct, as if they had just been scrubbed. Song Sifang finally broke Chu and tasted like Zhejiang for eight years. They desperately want me to be a lady, but how dismissive I am! (One person thinks about Zhejiang, one person thinks about Zhejiang, and one person thinks about moths: Emei)
In this life, although I can't be a man, join them. But my heart is stronger than a man's. When I think of ordinary days, my heart is often hot for others. Those laity, narrow-minded, how can you understand me? When a hero has no way out, it is inevitable to encounter setbacks. Where can I find a bosom friend in this world of mortals? Tears wet the corners of my eyes. (An ordinary son: an ordinary husband, a broken husband: torture)