Poetry describing originality

The old tree is autumn, and the empty pool is soaked in the moon. Liu Tang Deren sleeps in the swimming pool.

How many violets are there in the sunset? You know who hates the west wind and who supports it. Guan The Mermaid

The west wind falls, and people are sparse. Song Xin Qi Ji's Revenge of Zhao Jun

With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn. Guan's "Huanxisha"