Solar terms and autumn wind poems

The poem of the solar term autumn wind is as follows:

1, the rustling leaves send cold sounds, and the autumn wind on the river moves guests. I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. Burning Weng with pine leaves

2, the lake is full of moonlight, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Yuxi Liu Tang

3, a setting sun in the water, half river rustling and half river red. Tang Bai Juyi

4. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. Don

5, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping. Tang zhangji

6. There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng in the atrium. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? Tangwangjian

7, the old vine is faint crow, the bridge is flowing, and the ancient road is thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Ma Yuan Zhiyuan

8, silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl. Dondum

9. Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. Don du fu

10, every autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better 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. Yuxi Liu Tang

1 1, Wen Jun's return date has not been decided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. Don

12, seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a meaningful book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. Tang zhangji

13, west building of Jinling City, leaning against clear autumn. Wan Li sunset hangs down the river. Song Zhu Dunru

14, Emei Mountain in the first half of autumn, reflected in Pingqiang River. Tang Libai

15, far away from Hanshan, someone is in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Dondum