In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
Dream Li Bai's Two Du Fu Poems
The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle.
Looking at Bai's Nostalgia from Niu Shan Sleeping at Night.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
Li Yu of Sauvignon Blanc
The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.
Jiangling is anxious to send his son there.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Yuminzhang
Maple leaves have fallen, flowers have withered, and drunken fishing boats don't feel cold.
I love Qiuxiang Tangyin.
I paint the ever-flowing blue river, and I love the maple leaf sorrow on the evening pavilion.
Du Fu wrote to Imperial History Han.
Swan has soared away from the sun and the moon, maple leaves have turned red, and autumn has declined.
Farewell to Wang Wei from Difan to Huainan
Maple leaves under the river. Autumn grain anvil on Huai River.
Nine-day topic Tutsi Bai Juyi
Straw mats spread maple leaves, and the song "Bamboo Branch" sent chrysanthemum cups.