Have a glass of cold sake and sit and watch geese fly to Ye Qiu. It's getting cold, please remember to add clothes.

Text/Yun Fei

Wind is cold and heavy.

Newcomers come, old people go.

May you grow old together.

Erase time and carve the rest of your life.

Let it be, let it be.

This is a cool autumn.

Cold Dew

Text /Hlove Wang Yahui

This little beast doesn't know when he came.

hide in the dark

Probably arrived last night.

I didn't notice it before.

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Go out early in the morning

Shot by a thousand silver needles.

I picked up my shield and looked around.

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But, not to kill people.

Holding a cup of hot tea, I asked for reconciliation.

Geng zi Han Lu

Text/smile

The long night is still short-sleeved shirt,

Leaning against the railing causes a new cold.

Reading when drunk at night,

No wine, no flowers, no dreams.

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Text/dark blue

Five-leaf cicada

Duckweed with turbid water

Hate the autumn wind heartlessly

Beauty will grow old

Yellow grass is growing.

Afraid of lotus and distressed

People's hearts are in chaos

Bird panic

Chan cha yi Zhan

A few pages of scripture

Miss the moon, the moon and the stars

Sangtian yuejin

The iron threshold is Chen Heng.

Tanling Song Qian

Foothill fog

Temple monks

cool autumn

Text /Xi Yuan

Swallows went away in pairs.

The flying leaves are yellow.

It's gone. It is purple and red.

The purpose of welcoming guests is to be crisp in autumn.

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A little desolate

A little fruity

A wisp of missing

A little care

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There are clouds floating in the sky.

Missing in my heart

Xiang mo Dian Dian

Show it in writing

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The lost kite

Fly to the moonlight

A little thought

A little thought

A little love

Gradually become a mountain.

Gradually submerged water

Progressive Qiu Guang

Gradually become confused

……

Seven laws. Gengzi Qiu Ge

Text/Wang Limin (Mudanjiang)

When the old farmer is worried about the cold dew, when will the rain stop?

At dusk, the clouds are ploughing on the ground, and the wind is born out of nothing.

Poor sweat for three summers can't bear the autumn harvest.

The vicissitudes of the world are self-evident, and the present harvest is rich.

65438+20201October 6th

Write poems for the fire in the dark, for the sheep on the grassland, and for you I miss.

The first person you want to spend the rest of your life with must be yourself.

Not everything makes sense, so relax.

This night is irreversible, and there is still light where you are.

I believe a flower will bloom in the dust, because there was a starry sky that passed through my chest.