1, people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream"

2. The wild smoke in Hunan is light, and the hibiscus falls in the evening. Osmanthus fragrans autumn garden, cool dew at night. The fragrance disappears with the clouds, and people return to the moon. Who knows the meaning of hills, melancholy all over Jiangcheng! -Tan Sitong's Five Laws of Osmanthus fragrans

3, everything seeks glory and decline, so don't come to the silk. If you want to know where the new year's eve is, you can only say that there are cassia twigs in the mountains. -Huang Tingjian's "Answer Xu Jue's Hui Guihua Coconut Teapot"

4, the moon is short of frost and thick, and some flowers belong to Yutang Xian. On the eve of Jiufengzi's fall, the toad cave branches were empty to remember the past years. The monk who broke the precepts pitied Geng Jie, while the girl who practiced skirts and streams fought Qing Yan. I hope that the public will pick up the exquisite flowers, and don't be lonely and fragrant. -Su Shi's "Sending Guangxi to Tianzhu Mountain on August 17th".

5. Lingshuang Tree on Tiantai Ridge, and the front committee of Sima Hall. One is not born in the bright moon, and teaching in the mountains is better than dust. -Bai Juyi's "Gui before the Hall"

6. The sky sent the flowers to bloom twice, and the Vatican let them wander at dusk. Don't teach lay people to lie on the couch, call out the west wing. -Chen Yuyi's "Reopening Osmanthus fragrans in Changsha Temple"

7, Ni Zan's "Osmanthus fragrans" osmanthus leaves a late color, and the curtain is light in Qiu Guang. The decadent wind is still falling, Feifei night is still young. When the jade rope is low and the moon is lacking, the golden duck will burn incense. Suddenly I think of my hometown, and I feel cold and return to my dream. -Li Bai's "Ode to Gui"

8. Yesterday, I knocked at Yunguan with my children and looked around the rock flowers. Moss builds a deep golden cloth, and water sinks and steams through the millet pile. Send a poem to the North Courtyard for the autumn scenery, so that I can have dinner at the West Window. Small flowers must be folded out of the bush, so don't teach me to break the blue group. -Yang Wanli's "Yesterday's visit to the child did not meet, wandering around the court to build by laying bricks or stones, watching the wooden rhinoceros and returning, and then begging for a few branches with seven words"

9, not a human species, moved from the middle of the month. A little cold and fragrant, blowing all over the mountain. -Yang Wanli's "Singing Gui"

10, the flock swims in the mountain, and the mountain is cold and sweet-scented osmanthus is white. Green and yellow contain elements, and they are picked and folded from the guests. Suddenly waste poetry in the rock, aromatic embellish stone. All high in South Vietnam, thank you for your advice. I will enjoy the famous mountain period and live in seclusion from you. -Yan Zhenqing's "What do you want to send when you break the green osmanthus in the mountain in Chu Shi, Lu Xie?"