Poems about autumn

1. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn"

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and the fall of night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The bright moon sheds clear light from the gaps in the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks. The noisy sound in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be the light boat wandering up and down. The fragrance of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.

2. "Staying on the Jiande River"

Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.

The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

Translation: The boat docked at the misty islet. At dusk, new sorrows came to the guest's heart. The wilderness is endless, the sky is lower than the trees, the river is clear, and the bright moon is close to people.

3. "Autumn Evening"

The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.

The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.

Translation: On the autumn night, the candlelight illuminates the painting screen, and I hold a small fan in my hand to beat the fireflies. The stone steps are as cool as cold water at night, and you can sit quietly in the palace and gaze at the stars Altair and Vega.

4. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"

The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the river maples are fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.

5. "Ode to the Dusk River"

A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.