Autumn wind blew out the old court house, yellow leaves and maple in the guest.

The winds of autumn have blown out the old garden, and the yellow leaves of the maple have passed by.

The winter is coming, and the hibernating insects are in a state of confusion. --Su Zhe "Hearing the Thunder at the Beginning of Winter"

The winds of winter are so strong that I have to stay on the balcony for a few nights.

The first is a poem about the winter rain yesterday, and the thunder in the inner river at night.

Yesterday's winter rain, the inner river in the middle of the night thunder.

Since the winter, the snow is like river plums, and the blood is like camellias. --Ma Zhiyuan, "Two Tones, New Water Order, Four Times at the West Lake"

On the first night of the first day of winter, the hours of service are cold. --Xiahou Zhan, "Ballad of Cold and Bitterness.