Five verses of beautiful autumn poetry describing the beautiful scenery.

"Climbing the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn"

——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The river city is like a painting, and the mountains are dawning and the sky is clear. The rain catches the bright mirror, and a rainbow falls on the two bridges.

The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are cold, and the old sycamores are in autumn colors. Who wants to be in the north building? I feel grateful to you in the wind.

"Posting Five Pieces from the Orchid Mountain in Autumn"

——Tang Meng Haoran

In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. When we look at each other, we climb high, and our hearts follow the wild geese.

Sorrow arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.

The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?

"Staying on the Jiande River"

——Tang Meng Haoran

Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.

The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

"Autumn Evening"

——Tang Du Mu

The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.

The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.

"Climbing High"

——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The wind is strong, the ape high in the sky whistles in mourning, and the white bird flies back from the clear sand in Zhu.

Boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.

Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.

Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my new wine glass becomes muddy.

"Mid-Autumn Moon"

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.

This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?

"Mid-Autumn Moon"

——Tang Bai Juyi

Thousands of miles of clear light cannot be imagined, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world.

Who has been garrisoning for a long time outside Long? Where is the new farewell in front of the court?

The old lady who fell out of favor returned to the courtyard at night, but when the old Tibetan general went upstairs.

According to him, how many people have broken hearts, the Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away.

"Su Mu Zhe"

——Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty

The sky is blue, the leaves are yellow, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are green and cold.

The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep.

I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.

"The Beauty of Autumn Waves"

——Lu You of the Song Dynasty

On the evening of July 16, I climbed up to the Happy Pavilion to look at Nanshan Mountain in Chang'an

Autumn is here The corner of the border town screams in mourning, and the beacon fire shines on the high platform. The sad songs are building, and the wine is high, and the excitement is leisurely!

A passionate person is like the moon in the south mountain, especially when the clouds bloom at dusk. The smokey willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang are waiting for people to come.

"Autumn Moon"

——Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty

The clear stream flows through the top of the green mountain, and the empty water is clear and the color of autumn is vivid.

Thirty miles away from the mortal world, white clouds and red leaves linger.

"Early Autumn"

——Tang Meng Haoran

Unconsciously, the early autumn nights are getting longer, and the breeze is becoming more and more desolate.

As the scorching summer heat subsides, the Mao Zhai is quiet, and the clumps of sedge under the steps are exposed.