Sunset in a lonely village,
Western jackdaw in the west, old trees with light smoke,
A small flying shadow.
Green mountains and green waters,
White grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Huanxi Shalijing
The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears are hateful to lean on.
An autumn night in the mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
Bamboo belongs to the gentle and graceful girl, and lotus leaves make the fishing boat.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Bai Juyi in autumn
The smoke scene is faint and there is a slight wind by the pool.
If you feel cold, you will know that the crane is in the cage.
The appearance changes with the years, and it declines like a thing.
The night frost is thick and the pear leaves are half red.
Autumn snow in the south Liu Yuxi
Looking at autumn snow in Nanling, thousands of people are born early and cold.
Stay in the horse when you are free, and look from the high roller shutter.
The fog cleared and the branches rose, but the lead powder remained in the sunset.
Suitable for Qujiang, the reflection into the blue.
Du Mu of Yangzhou Temple
After the rain, cicadas are noisy, and the climate of pine trees floating in the wind has been spread to autumn. Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind.
Su Shi in the rainstorm of Youmeitang
A thunderous sound, like shaking from the feet of tourists to the feet, has a beautiful hall and thick clouds, which can't be opened.
In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou.
It is very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks beat the drums to urge it.
I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace.
Autumn window wind and rain, Cao Xueqin
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang grows.
I used to think that the autumn window was boundless and bleak like wind and rain.
Help autumn wind and autumn rain break the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.
I can't bear to sleep in autumn. I took my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.
Tears and candles shake Ruo's short face, pulling sadness away from love.
Where is the autumn courtyard without wind? There is no rain in autumn windows.
Luojiang can't resist the remnants of autumn wind and urge autumn rain.
Even at night, it seems to be accompanied by tears in front of the lamp.
When the cold smoke courtyard turned to the depression to drain the bamboo window, it dripped.
I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.