1. Wangquetai-Qi Ming Aurora
Ten years away from Leng Hai, I look forward to it.
My heart is like the thick frost of thousands of mountains, and the autumn leaves are dyed red.
In the cold wave of the sea, I have dealt with the enemy for ten years; I stand here overlooking the Forbidden City in Beijing. My heart and blood, like the thick frost on Qian Shan Wanling, sprinkled on the peaks and dyed all the autumn leaves red.
2. "A long letter complains about a person"-Don Wang Changling
The plane tree leaves in Jinjingbian are yellow, and the night pearl curtain is not rolled out to see the frost.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face.
The leaves of the buttonwood tree have withered and the bead curtain has not been rolled, but the night frost is unbearable, another sleepless night. On that day, the daily smoked jade pillow seemed to understand human nature, just like the woman in the room, with a haggard description and declining appearance. In the middle of the night, accompanied by a woman full of sadness, listening to the long leak of the Nangong.
3. Picking mulberry seeds-Qingnalanxingde
It will be lonely. I want to talk about my life. It's midnight. A sad song, tears are dark.
You know, autumn leaves and spring flowers promote the stars. In the case of wine, you must pour, a thousand years' reputation, ten thousand years' reputation, Mo Wen.
Flowers and plants are fragrant and beautiful, how can people spend it in loneliness? So, my friends and I talked from night to night, and we couldn't help playing a song and singing a sad song, which attracted an undercurrent.
You know, spring flowers and autumn leaves, the change of seasons urges time to flow, and white hair has been added to the temples in a trance. Just drink today and get drunk today, regardless of your reputation.
4. Late Autumn Night-Don Bai Juyi
The blue sky dissolves the quiet moonlight, and melancholy people hang lonely shadows on the moon.
Flowers bloom, chrysanthemums bloom, hedges are sparse, leaves rot, and tung trees fall into cold wells.
Sai Hong Fei is anxious to feel that autumn has passed, while the neighboring chickens crow late and always know the night.
The silence is empty, and the wind reveals the cold clothes.
The moonlight is like water, the leaves are falling, the geese are flying, the autumn night is quiet, and the cold is biting. The poet kept quiet and thought in vain, and the wind exposed his wet skirt, feeling a chill.
5. Qiu Si, Fujian-Don Du Xunhe
Autumn rain turns the color of trees pale yellow, and the wind blows on the golden leaves, and the wind is rustling.
To the north of central Fujian is a rough sea. Drawing is easy, it is hard to go.
Autumn rain makes the color of purple chrysanthemum even, and the golden wind rustles the leaves of banana.
To the north of central Fujian, Gao Shannan faces a rough sea, which is convenient for drawing and the road is rugged.
6. Walking in the Autumn Night-Song Yang Wanli
Autumn is not an inevitable sadness, but a pleasant cold.
The green pools are all red, but the lotus leaves are still open with the smallest money.
The ancients thought autumn was sad, but I don't think so. A slight chill is just comfortable weather.
Although all the lotus flowers in the green pond have fallen, there are new lotus leaves, as round as copper coins. You may not see all the autumn leaves withered.