The sky is blue, and autumn colors are dyed. Song Zhou Mi's "Wen Que Xiwushan Viewing Pottery"
There is only one blade, and I don't know how many autumn sounds. Yan's Qing Ping Le
The sound of spring is loose, and rows of autumn geese come. Valley (sound the same as "harmony"): Valley. Two Poems of Yuan's Climbing Dreams
Autumn wind blows Bai Bo, and autumn rain beats lotus. Pinghu is thirty miles away, and there are many passers-by in autumn. No load: residual load. Yuan's Nine Poems of Crossing Gaoyou Sheyang Lake
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. Sunset: Sunset. Western Western jackdaw: Crows returning to the forest in cold weather. Hong Fei: Goose.
Pu's Jing Tian Sand Ball