The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the osmanthus wine in the autumn equinox season, and six poems taste autumn.

Cold and summer are harmonious day and night, and the autumn equinox is yin and yang. 2 1: 3 1 September 22, 2008, will usher in the autumnal equinox solar term. The autumnal equinox means half, half, and the autumn is divided into two halves. After the autumnal equinox, there will be an extreme night in the Arctic and an extreme day in the Antarctic. There are six customs in the autumnal equinox: laying eggs vertically, eating autumn vegetables, sticking birds' mouths, sending autumn cows, flying kites and offering sacrifices to the moon. The autumnal equinox, from now on, the days are short and the nights are long, and the cold comes and the summer goes.

Autumn is crisp, spring flowers and autumn fruits, the autumn wind is bleak, the dew is cold, the autumn harvest is winter storage, and the rice fragrance is overflowing. Autumn in ancient poetry, whether it is light in clouds or full of lofty sentiments or sad autumn, is autumn.

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

When the ancients mentioned autumn, they were mostly sad, hurting spring and mourning autumn, and drinking it into their hearts. When Liu Yuxi arrived, he did the opposite. I say autumn is better than spring. Look at the crisp autumn, look at the clouds and cranes rising straight up. Liu Yuxi is called a poet, and his poems are heroic and optimistic, just like his cheerful and heroic personality. See life in the ruins and look for hope in despair.

After reading this poem, I suddenly felt suddenly enlightened and heroic. Just like an optimistic friend around you, others are sighing sadly. He told you, don't just see the summer is over, you see how beautiful the autumn scenery is, don't just see what you don't have, but also see what you have. Then you did it. You did it.

Autumn is not an inevitable sadness, but a pleasant cold.

The green pools are all red, but the lotus leaves are still open with the smallest money.

Who says autumn must have a sad background? Yang Wanli feels cute. How cold the world is, how warm it is. The light in the heart can dispel the coolness of autumn, bring warmth and make people feel comfortable.

That song spread all over Tik Tok grew up like a bird, and the person you love was on the road, crossing the sea of people just to hug you. May the beauty of time be connected with you, and may the light in your heart warm autumn.

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

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

Autumn is not only sadness, but also the heat of autumn tigers, the chirping of cicadas and the harvest of rice and flowers. Heshui Zuo is a contemporary poet and a professor at Fudan University. His poem is simple and pure, not a word is written in the mood, there are pictures and temperatures. There is a little positive energy in the beautiful scenery, and there are a thousand autumns in the eyes of a thousand people.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Famous scenic articles in middle school textbooks. The autumn rain is torrential, and the mountain village scenery is fresh, beautiful and pleasant. Wang Wei is a poet with pictures in his poems. In his poems, there are moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stones in the stream, the bamboo language of the washerwoman returning home, and lotus leaves in front of the fishing boat. Delicate description, the picture feels lifelike on paper. The mountain village after the rain is fresh and pleasant.

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

After studying hard at the cold window for ten years, I was unknown on the list. His father and lover in his hometown dare not look back at their expectant eyes.

His heart is sad but unspeakable. His head is bright, the moon is bright, but his world is dark. Inexplicable pain, everything I see is sadness.

1000 years ago, the students who failed in the Tang Dynasty would not know that one of his poems had become a swan song. God closes a door for you, but opens a window for you. Perhaps it is a little strength in despair that makes his poems full of images, and his melancholy and unspeakable sadness are sung by later generations. A poem is famous and amazing for thousands of years.

One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

Li Yu's poems are like his helpless life. His life is gloomy and sad. By writing about autumn in a woman's eyes, her sadness, her yearning and her loneliness.

The king of subjugation, these four words are destined to make Li Yu's life miserable, just like the bleak autumn.

A woman can miss her relatives far away, and the whole world can miss her hometown, but Li won't. She can only use the scenery to express her feelings carefully and furtively. Knowing the truth of life clearly, you can't even love life, you can only accept it. Who says I am not strong, and trying to live is not the best resistance?

A boat with a hat, a silk and an inch-long hook.

Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.

Qiu Jiang Fishing Alone is an inscribed poem by Wang Shizhen, a poet in Qing Dynasty. A fisherman, fishing on the river, singing, drinking, chic. Enjoy the autumn scenery of a river and feel the autumn scenery of a river. I used this word nine times, which is very vivid. Some people say that Jiang Ziya's fishing line has no bait, and those who wish take the bait. Is the hook of the old man in the picture a fish? Is it Qiu? Or his life? Qiu Jiang fishing alone, fishing a natural and unrestrained, fearless, restrained. Loneliness is an optimistic self-mockery, and life sometimes needs to be enjoyed.

What does autumn look like in your eyes when cold comes and summer goes? Life is like autumn, half green and half desolate. Listen to the lotus flowers enjoying the rain and enjoy the joys and sorrows. In the crisp autumn, the fragrant frogs croak and the wild geese fly south. May the years be quiet and not grow old.