1. "Mountain Journey" [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Translation Along the winding path up the mountain, deep in the white clouds, there are actually other people. I stopped the car because I loved the evening view of the maple forest in late autumn. The maple leaves have been stained by autumn frost and are more beautiful than the spring flowers in February.
2. "Nostalgia for the Past in Niuzhu at Night" [Tang Dynasty] Li Bai Niuzhu Xijiang night, the blue sky is not a cloud. Climbing the boat and looking at the autumn moon, I recall General Xie. I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it. In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another.
Translation The boat was anchored at Niuzhu Mountain in Xijiang on an autumn night. There was not a single cloud in the blue sky. I boarded the boat and looked up at the bright autumn moon, recalling in vain General Xie Shang of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. I can also recite Yuan Hong's ode to history, but it's a pity that I don't have the wise general to listen. Tomorrow morning I will hang up the sails and leave Uuzhu, where only maple leaves are falling from the sky.
3. "Jianling's Sorrow and Hope" [Tang Dynasty] Yu Xuanji The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail. Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Translation On a desolate late autumn day, maple leaves floated on the river. At this time, a gust of west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain made a rustling sound. When I heard this scene, I, little girl, felt sad. Looking far into the distance, you can see the river bridge hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, why haven't I seen my lover return by boat? Not seeing my lover return, I feel anxious as a little girl. My longing for my lover is as endless as the water of the Xijiang River. My longing for him is as long as the flowing water is.
4. "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn" [Yuan Dynasty] Bai Pu The setting sun in the isolated village is covered with light smoke and jackdaws in the old trees, under the shadow of a flying dragon. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Translation The sun gradually sets in the west, already hugging the Western Mountains, and the sunset on the horizon gradually begins to dissipate, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting how lonely the quiet village in the distance is, dragging out That long shadow. The fog was rising lightly, and a few black crows were perching on the rickety old trees. In the distance, a wild goose flew down and crossed the sky. The mountains and clear waters are beautiful, with frost-white grass, fiery red maple leaves, and golden flowers all swaying in the wind, and the colors are almost alluring.
5. "The Man from Siyuan: The Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers Come in Late Autumn" [Song] Yan Jidao The Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers Come in Late Autumn, as a traveler traveling thousands of miles away remembers. The flying clouds have passed away, and I have no letter when I return home. Where can I send a letter? Tears streamed down the window. Just spin the inkstone and grind the ink. Gradually I wrote goodbye. Deep in my feelings, the red paper was colorless.
Translation The leaves in the forest are turning red and the yellow chrysanthemums are blooming everywhere. It is late autumn again, and I can’t help but miss the wanderer thousands of miles away. The clouds in the sky kept drifting into the distance, and the returning geese didn't bring any news about him. I didn't know where the wanderer was. Where could I send a letter? The more disappointed I became, the more I missed him. I was so sad that I shed tears at the window. If it drops on the inkstone, use it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, I kept writing until after the separation, the love reached the depths, and the tears became uncontrollable. They dripped onto the letter and even faded the color of the red paper.