Poems about going to the Botanical Garden in Autumn

Melancholy Qiu Si

Lipper

The spring sun is like yesterday, and the trees sing orioles.

The grass grows at dusk and the cool wind blows.

Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chickens are sad.

Sit and rest in sorrow, and the Millennium withers and blooms.

Travel in the mountains

Du Mu

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Chusek

Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.