Everything is sold out, and life is in the mirror. Only the snow on the temples, the autumn wind tomorrow.

"beginning of autumn Day" Linghu Chu

How much I hate Japan, and the new autumn is easy to be sad. Yan ci, such as farewell, Liu yi has declined.

There is no help in the end, and there is no time to return home. Old smell in my heart, if the school last year.

Bai Juyi, beginning of autumn Ri Qujiang Recalling Yuan Jiu.

Dismount under the shade of willow and go up the embankment alone. An old friend travels thousands of miles, and a new cicada makes three or two sounds.

Qujiang water in the city, Jiangling city on the river. New Qiu Si in both places should share the same feelings with this day.

"beginning of autumn" Liu Han

The crow of the milk crow scatters the jade screen, and a pillow is cool and a fan is cool.

I can't find a place to sleep in autumn, and the phoenix tree is full of moonlight.

Beginning of autumn Heshui Zuo

One leaf of phoenix tree reports autumn, and the words in the rice field are bumper.

Although it is not midsummer, it is even more chilling.

"Red Leaves" Luo Yin

Don't be afraid of the desolate city, it will be as late as the photo. The wild is sunny and the frost is green, and the mountains are cold and the rain is red.

Wanderer Fuling Road, Beauty Changxin Palace. Waiting for the end of the year, the meaning of shaking down is endless.

"Fallen Leaves" Qi Ji

It's too late to fall in autumn, and you can see your neighbors outside the window. Who is surprised in the world, the forest sweeps the frequency alone.

Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning. It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of warblers made trees grow in spring.

Wang Jian of Fallen Leaves

The green direction is uneven, and the first red has overlapped. The atrium was swept at the beginning, with three or two leaves around the tree.

Zhang said, "Looking at Yellow Leaves in Yuezhou"

Looking at the yellow leaves with white heads, I am not satisfied with geometry. Under the empty tree, there is no political song.

Wu Rong, Red Leaves

The dew-stained frost is light and dry, and it turns bright in the setting sun. And smoke falling in the autumn, with the waves will be a thousand miles of love.

A few birds are hidden in jathyapple, but the family is accompanied by the sound of flies. At that time, I didn't hate it, watching the breeze cut into colors.