1, deciduous Tang dynasty.
In the early autumn, there are few leaves in the hole, and it is like a guest.
If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.
Autumn comes early and leaves fall, which is frightening; The feeling of dying is like the experience of this distant guest. Leaves flying around, as if unwilling to fall to the ground; Still saying I can't bear to leave this forest.
2, 357 words/autumn wind words Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. ?
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. When the leaves in the wind gather and disperse, the western Western jackdaw has already inhabited and was awakened by the bright moon.
Friends are looking forward to meeting each other, but I don't know when, at this time, on such a night, the dream of lovesickness is hard to come true.
3. Hose and deciduous Song: Wang. ?
Xiao Shuang first appeared in the green forest, looking at this desolate ancient country.
Rustling gradually accumulates, still falling, and the door is bleak and sad.
The Weihe River is windy, the Dongting waves rise, and several autumn rafts are counted.
To do it halfway, a thousand peaks come out of the mountain, and no one reaches halfway up the mountain. The topic in front is red.
Back to the palace ditch undercurrent empty. I never stopped crying. Hong Fei wanted to go over, so I hugged it at this time.
How many people are worried when shadows turn over windows and bricks are knocked with broken voices. Look at my Lu, I should only tonight, who will sweep the court.
The morning frost has just attached to the green forest, and the old country has long been a desolate scene in the field of vision. The leaves on the ground are gradually accumulating, and the leaves on the trees want to fall. The door is deserted and the path is quiet.
Autumn wind rises in Weishui, and Dongting Lake is choppy, with several degrees of late autumn. I think the overlapping mountains are all leaves, and the thousand peaks are all dead trees. No one can reach the road on the mountain.
Once upon a time, the red topic was no longer goodbye, but went to the official ditch, and the undercurrent was empty. The cicada hasn't stopped crowing, and the swan goose wants to go over. At this time, the hug is sad.
The leaves fell on the window in disorder, and the leaves fell on the steps to make a sound. How many people are sad. Look where my home is.
Just tonight, who will clean the fallen leaves in the courtyard?