Broken rainbow rain, clear autumn sky, dyed mountains, trimmed eyebrows and new green. Song and Huang Tingjian's Niannujiao
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. Song Liu Yong's Klang Ganzhou
How many violets depend on each other and hate each other, looking back at the west wind for a while. Two Occasional Problems of Mu in Qi 'an County
Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves because of the wind, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively. Guan's Autumn Day
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. Pu's Jing Tian Sand Ball
The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. South Tang Li Jing's Huanxisha
Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a red candle and fanned a small fan to drive away fireflies. Autumn Night by Tang Du Mu
The frost wind is getting colder and colder, and the cold is closing the river. The residual photos should be held. Song Liu Yong's Klang Ganzhou
Sleeping on the earth shook everything about Qiu Lai. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Man Jiang Hong You Nan Yan Fan Kuoyun"
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"
Autumn wind blows Bai Bo, and autumn rain beats lotus. Pinghu is thirty miles away, and there are many passers-by in autumn. Yuan's Nine Poems of Crossing Gaoyou Sheyang Lake
Autumn sometimes flies alone, and the sunset is just cold smoke. Song Su Lin's Seeing the Master's Room at the End of Gushan Temple
Autumn is not an inevitable sadness, but a pleasant cold. The green pools are all red, but the leaves still have the smallest money. Song Yang Wanli's Walking in Late Autumn
Autumn is full of old hibiscus gardens, and the frost on the grass is even like a cape. Guan's Magnolia
When I woke up drunk, the old pine tree was holding it for half a month. Tang Jianwu's Autumn Night in Shan Jutu
The moonlight in autumn is better than the spring night, and the days in first frost, Wan Li are quiet and lonely. Tang Rongyu's Autumn Moon
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. Tang Shangyin's "Love in the Snail Pavilion, Ode to Cuizhou"
Mountain painting Wei Yun, day sticky grass, painting break. Qin Song Guanman Fang Ting
The mountains are shallow and deep with the setting sun, and the rivers become autumn sounds day and night. Qing Dynasty and Song Dynasty Bowl "On the 9th, Jiang Rulong,, and Cheng went to Huiguangge Bamboo Garden for drinking".
Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Song Liu Yong's Klang Ganzhou
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl. Autumn Night by Tang Du Mu
The sky is blue, dyed the autumn color of a river. Song Zhou Mi's "Wen Que Xiwushan Viewing Pottery"
Crossing the river in the cold wave at night, the forest is full of Yan Huang. On the River by Wang Qing Shi Zhecun
The sound of spring is loose, and rows of autumn geese come. Two Poems of Yuan's Climbing Dreams
You don't have to go home when you meet, and Huang Die will be sad tomorrow. Stone's "Nine Days Rhyme" in Wang Gong
Whispering trees flow out of the forest, and the autumn mountains have a sunset. Pavilion wall on Zhunshu River in Songkou
Midnight wine makes people awake unconsciously, and the lotus leaves by the pool are swaying in the autumn wind. Tang Dougong's Autumn Night
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. A gift from stone.
A night of violet frost shearing made him lose the autumn rain. Two occasional poems by Tang Laigu
Don't fold Hà Thu in the garden, because the sunset is full of swimming fish. Song Zhou Mi's "Waste Garden in West City"
There is only one blade, and I don't know how many autumn sounds. Yan's Qing Ping Le