Tianbao Palace people on the leaves of Tiluoyuanwu
Old fans are fond of mourning for autumn, and new gifts are sent to early spring.
the topic of clothes and leaves will be sent to the courier.
in the mountains, Wang Wei
White stone emerges from Jingxi, and the red leaves are sparse in cold weather.
there is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet.
Tu Mu in the Mountain
The stone path in Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.
stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers.
Qiu Si Bai Juyi
Sleeping at night with little dreams and thinking more in beginning of autumn.
loneliness is sunny after rain, and depression comes early and cold.
birds live in red leaves, and the moon shines on the moss.
besides, I am middle-aged in the mirror, and I am over thirty-two.
the red leaves in the sun are Xu Ning
The autumn leaves are divided into three parts, and the autumn leaves are divided into two parts.
there are thousands of pieces of clothes in the imperial ditch, where do they flow out of the palace?
Xie Xin' en Li Yu
Ran Ran Qiu Guang couldn't stay, and the red leaves were all over the place.
It's the Double Ninth Festival again, where the Taiwan Pavilion is on the landing, and cornus is fragrant.
purple chrysanthemum, floating in the courtyard, drizzling in the smoke cage at night.
Yong Yong Xin Yan's throat is cold, and the sorrow and hatred are similar to the age.
Yan Jidao, a native of Philip Burkart
Red leaves and yellow flowers are late in autumn, and thousands of miles away miss visitors.
when the clouds are gone, there is no letter to Hong. Where can I send a book?
when tears can't stop dripping from the window, the inkstone spins and grinds ink.
gradually write goodbye, and in the depths of this situation, the red note is colorless.
I hate Zhu Shuzhen in spring
I spend a lot of time in the sun, and no one is alone in the building all day.
Butterflies make bees spread hate to customers, while warblers weave willow thread to weave spring worries.
The blue clouds believe in dreams, and the red leaves think of autumn when they become poems.
how many tears you have left, it's too heavy to save.
Qingjiang yinqiu Huai Zhang Kejiu
Xifeng sent a letter to Wan Li, asking me if I will return?
wild geese crow in the red leaves, people get drunk in the yellow flowers,
the sound of banana rain in Qiu Meng.
West Lake Zayong Qiuxue Anfu
Sparse the red leaves in the forest, hibiscus will wither, and naturally make up the autumn screen.
when the sunset is slanting, the hillside shines with leisure pavilions.
those who are slow to draw a boat.
songs, don't sing thoroughly; Poetry is written on impulse.
Nanxiangzi Qiumu Village lives in Nalanxingde
The red leaves are full of cold streams, and the roads are empty.
try to climb the small building and look at it.
a piece of clothing is ten miles long.
barking dogs crow chickens, and the lights are shining to the road fans.
at first glance, it's near and far, east and west.
home is in the cold forest.
Wang Guowei with crimson lips
The sky is high and his side feels left all his life.
a small den is like a Ge, so you can make a detour.
it's a good idea to talk about life again.
Gankun is big, the frost forest sits alone, and the red leaves fall one after another.
Red leaves, with sad acacia leaves, dancing in the wind with sad acacia, whispering cold pain, falling into my palm and touching warm memories. These are the contents compiled by Xiaobian. I hope you like them!