Poems of beginning of autumn and Poems of beginning of autumn.

Beginning of autumn looked in the mirror the day before.

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

"beginning of autumn Day" Linghu Chu

How much I hate Japan, and the new autumn is easy to be sad. Such as farewell, Liu Yi has declined.

In the end, there was no help and no time to return to China. I always have a taste in my heart. If I started school last year.

Bai Juyi, beginning of autumn recalled Yuan Jiu in Qujiang.

Get off the horse in Liu Yin and go to the embankment alone. An old friend walks on Wan Li Road, and a new cicada rings three or two times.

Qujiang water is in the city and Jiangling city is on the river. New Qiu Si in both places should feel the same way about this day.

Beginning of autumn Liu Han

The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold.

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

Early autumn in Heshui Zuo

One leaf of the phoenix tree reports autumn, and the word rice field harvests.

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

"Red Leaves" Luo Yin

Don't be afraid of the desolate city, it will come as late as a photo. The wild is sunny and frosty, and the mountains are cold and rainy.

Wandering Fuling Road, Beauty Changxin Palace. By the end of the year, the meaning of shaking down will be endless.

"Fallen Leaves" Miracle

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

Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning. It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of singing birds gave the trees a breath of spring.

Wang Jian, a fallen leaf

The green direction is uneven, and the first red color overlaps. The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree.

Zhang said, "Looking at Yellow Leaves in Yuezhou"

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

Wu Rong, Hongye

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

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