Sauvignon blanc, one mountain and five generations: Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.
Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.
Heavy and heavy, mountains overlap. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames. Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.
Blue sky, white clouds, lonely geese, chrysanthemums and yellow Fontainebleau, what a beautiful picture!
Su Muzhe's nostalgia
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Translation:
Blue sky, white clouds and yellow leaves, autumn scenery is connected with water waves in the river, which are filled with green and cold smoke. The mountains set off the sunset, the blue sky and the river. The grass is unfriendly and extends to the horizon beyond the sunset. It is sad to miss your hometown silently, and it is difficult to get rid of lingering worries. Unless you dream well every night, you can get a moment of comfort. I don't want to look at the tall building alone on a moonlit night, but I want to pour bitter wine into my sadness and turn it into tears of acacia.
The description of autumn in the first paragraph is simply a wonderful oil painting. The color is very rich!
Tell the truth, Furong, Jin Ju, Dou Xinxiang.
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
Jin Furong chrysanthemums compete for fragrance. The weather is going to be the Double Ninth Festival. The autumn in the distant village is picturesque, and the mangrove trees are yellow.
The running water is light and the sky is blue. The road is boundless. From a high point of view. The beauty came, and she daydreamed infinitely.
The solar term approaches the Double Ninth Festival, and Furong and Jin Ju compete for beauty. In the countryside in the distance, autumn is picturesque, and sparse yellow emerges from the dense red leaves among the trees. It's really bright and lovely.
There is little autumn rain in the central plains, and there is no wave in autumn water, which is crystal clear; The sky is crisp, Wan Li is cloudless, the plain looks up, the sky is boundless, and the road ahead is boundless, so we can't grasp it. Climbing high and looking far, seeing wild geese flying, triggered infinite reverie in my mind.
This song has the richest color description!