Two autumn poems
Poet: Su Shi
Bitter and hot, I miss the west wind, and I am often afraid that it will come all the time.
Therefore, I am sad, I am sad, and I am sad for the new year.
Crickets are singing on my bed, and yellow leaves throw curtains at me.
There is a perch in front of the window, and the night noise is like a fox.
The dew was cold, the leaves fell, and no branches slept alone.
Yi Yan also courted, and Gao Wu flew after each other.
I don't know much about it, forcing this frost clearing period.
I am willing to be a consultant.
Light candles diligently, and don't be late for fun.
The sea breeze blew from the southeast and it rained for three days.
There is an empty step, which seems to be talking to you.
Think of me in peace and happiness, and keep the blocked ring in loneliness.
The pot pulp comforts the work, and the rice is wrapped to keep out the cold.
This autumn should be ripe, too full of chicken and millet.
Well, what can I ask? Wan Li is involved in Jiangpu.
If you live in poverty and have no food, you feel uneasy about your land.
After reading this, I sat down in the morning and the residual lamp vomited again.