The beautiful poems of the Beginning of Autumn are as follows:

1. The independent autumn wind blows in the evening, and the frown is separated from Ying City; Li Qunyu's "Changsha Kaiyuan Temple in the past and the former Chang Lin Xu Shiyu inscribed a pine and bamboo couplet".

2. Frequently taking Qiong's calligraphy out of his sleeves and reciting the last verses alone to establish the autumn wind; Liu Zongyuan's "Han Zhangzhou Shubao Che Che Master sent two unique poems about the cause of his death".

3. Standing leisurely in the autumn wind, watching the falling trees, walking alone in the slanting sun and listening to the crows of crows; Gao Shusi's "Looking at Dongyuan at Night and Replying to Li Hongjian".

4. The light rain blooms red, the eyes are purple and the roads are dry. The long days are leisurely embroidering the windows, and people are standing on swings and drawing boards. From the west to the east of the Xiang River, I look at the clothes with regret, and the jade stands in the autumn wind.

5. Discuss the ancient road with whom, and establish the autumn wind alone; Zhang Yu's "Jade Spring Mountain Huai Li Jingshan Field Master Meng Ergong".

6. It’s only one day since the beginning of autumn, and we are expected to arrive in Linquan;

7. The monk knocks on the door in the autumn shade, and the ape crows in the corner of the house to take shelter from the rain; Liu Ying's "Cishen Tao'an inscribed the rhyme of the bamboo village in the stone field".

8. The four major sorrows are fumigated by the three volts, and you can only believe that this life is floating in the summer. Halfway through the year, I feel melancholy, and greet the west wind at the beginning of autumn. The autumn wind of independence blows my white hair, and my heart and gallbladder are filled with gratitude.

9. Farewell, on the independent autumn river, a hibiscus tree is fragrant in the air; the autumn rain is coming, the autumn is coming, and the empty pavilion is silent and no one is there.

10. The crows of milk crows scatter the jade screen in the sky, and a fresh pillow and a fan of wind blow. There is no place to look for in the autumn colors when I wake up. The steps are full of sycamores and the moon shines brightly. ?Looking for poems and walking alone in autumn, the fragrance of lotus flowers and the style of cold water. A cool moment suddenly makes me realize that poetry is difficult to write, and the sound of rain falls on the sycamore night. Everything is outside the body, life is in the mirror. Only the snow on my temples will face the autumn wind tomorrow.