-Bai Juyi
Ye Zhanying turned into a bright moon, and the fragrance of flowers scattered into the curtain wind.
It is better to plant in Tianchi than to be born in wild water.
Tishanju
Cao Ye
Sweeping leaves, frying tea and picking leaves, my heart is idle and dreamless, and the night window is empty.
Does Yan Jun love fishing only when Guangwuborn is late?
Lin Zifang of Chu Xiao Jingci School.
-Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
Say goodbye to Wuzhong night
-Bao Rong
Chu guest writes yellow leaves, Wu night stops Yun Lan.
Tears are shed in front of the lamp, and the water cools the geese.
Travel in the mountains
-Du Mu
Far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
The wild guest does not repay the kindness, and the rustling frost leaves are full of firewood. -Guan Xiu sent messengers to Tongjiang Peak in late autumn.
Frost leaves fall without wind, and autumn clouds are empty and cloudy without rain. -Lu Lun's Send Ten Thousand Giants.
Red leaves and moss are unbearable, cool and rainy. -Bai Juyi's Autumn Rain Send Yuan Jiu
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"Singing Willow" by Tang He Zhang Zhi