Lan Huiruo: Autumn is in the sky and dissolved.
I didn't mean to. A flower is immersed in water and dissolved in cold water. With the charm of Yan Yan, Qian Qian's poems and books can be elegant. Sonorous music, elegant wind. The charming place and Nanping are full of evening bells. I don't envy the singing and dancing of birds and butterflies.
I only love Song Ci. Early autumn, exquisitely carved. Rain comes and fog goes to the south of the Yangtze River, and the sun, the moon and the sky are intertwined. The world affairs are rich in writing.
Embroidered brocade characters, heart sounds are hidden in the heart. I want to try to pick a cloud shirt and put on a rainbow.
Aisi: Autumn is crisp.
Poetry praises autumn. The cool wind blows at first, and the air conditioner returns at first. The red maple brings shame and looks old, while Song Qing stays green. The lotus has lost weight and the chrysanthemum has faded. More comfortably, the osprey is full of joy. Envy the girl to laugh, and find the lotus at the bottom of the leaf.
Who cares about the scenery? Osmanthus fragrans falls silently, and butterfly shadows linger. A wild goose goes south, and there is no chance to find the old place. Xiangjiang river water, Chu passenger ship. Recall the old appearance and listen to the strings in the new area. Wandering to Changsha, still dreaming.
Yu Zi: Autumn sky.
Waste willows and ponds. According to the frozen geese, there is frost everywhere. Sleeping language is lonely and empty, who will spend yellow incense for? The west wind is yellow and the rain is cool. In the wild house, there are short and long cups. Laugh about the world of mortals, beautiful bones and charming.
Your bamboo fence locks the window. Steal Sanqiu clean, and it's even. It is about the rise and fall of Wanli, and Liang Wang is in Shu. Born in the south and buried in the north. An iron-boned old man, a general and a school lang. Even if the name is clear, the clouds and fresh water are light.
Lin Zhongshun: Autumn sky? * * * Enjoy peace (new rhyme)
Autumn is crisp. Look at those green and red hills and valleys. The sky blue is as wide as the sea and white clouds, hovering like an eagle. Thousands of springs and streams, six-column pavilion. Or have memories, take a rest. Realizing that flowers fall with leaves clears resentment.
Go back and talk, don't listen. Be sure to recite poems and find sentences, and respect the old and love the young. The end of the song is because of the reason that we walk hand in hand with love. Review more and forget less. Wait for another one, the pastoral osmanthus wind. It's bustling here, but I'm calm.
A brave man turns a fool: autumn is in the sky? Autumn is fragrant.
Proud and colorful, maple red. A golden five mountains, comparable to grace. Colorful Yaochi is poor in color, and all beings beg for the source. People take food as the sky, and cranes take longevity as the pine. Eating is the foundation, and hunger is the devil's abuse of the air. After the inheritance, let's cross the river first. It will be beautiful and winter.
In spring and summer, the bone marrow and soul are mature. The sunset galaxy is thin, and the rain is drunk in the cup. There is no way to grieve for two butterflies, and the waning moon will always meet. Lonely tears, fifteen winds. Cut down thousands of valleys and find different ways together. Tea rhyme rainbow autumn, poetry dye dome.
Big Bob: autumn is in the sky, leaning against the building alone.
The sky is sinking. See the maple forest dyed, go to see the geese. Persimmons ripe before the slope are tired and fragrant with osmanthus. Reed flowers are white, and wild chrysanthemums are yellow. Light twilight, residual lotus Zen makeup. Looking at the lonely sail, the clear water flows forever.
The lonely pavilion leans against the building. Embedded with lines with boundless autumn rhyme. Booklets are sent to guests all over the world, and wine can touch people's hearts. Be pregnant with wanderers and miss home. Lonely night, the sound of leaves is embarrassing. Leng Yue hanging building, courtyard frost.
Cold city: autumn sky? Autumn scenery is in love this autumn (new rhyme)
Xia stopped the golden wind. The magpie flapped its wings and made an almost curved sound. Splash the Luhu Lake, and the wedding fat is charming and moving. Frost chrysanthemum can, and grass is exposed. In the left corner, Weng Mei aimed at the blade. The fallen leaves whisper, drunk but not contending.
Eight horses crossed nine weights. Flocculent wheat straw rises in the air. A cavity of blood can become ink, weaving love and hate siege. Head shaking, wheel urgent. Order another one, CHO! A thousand smiles rise. When the moon is full, Cimu Lane welcomes you.
Elegance:
1, crisp in autumn. Qiu Feng
Today's pair of frost maple. Eyebrows gather in the direction of Nanling, and butterflies dance a thousand times. Jusi came to see you last year, and it was raining in Mao Mao. Time is slow, and the meaning is different. Yesterday is far away, leaving only the golden wind. I left home at dusk and couldn't find me anywhere.
Explore Ye Hong in your spare time. Disappointed with the past, time flies. Reading autumn flowers silently, the fence is full of fragrance. Danxia Zhao, the red color is harmonious. Look up again, the sky is high and the geese are melting. Good dreams send dust away and catch up with rainbows.
2. Autumn is crisp. melancholy autumn thoughts
Tianyu is inscrutable, watching the wind rustling and the leaves are silent. Clouds chasing geese fly obliquely, and the word "going south" is a new sign. In the dim twilight, the humble room was quiet. And pour wine to drive away the cold. Natural, autumn is deep and charming, quiet and clear.
Look up at the sky and the stars. Xiangyin and Cangyu are simple and graceful. How many dreams have passed since I was idle to meditate on Tao Gong's order. Sao, Jin se guang. Yesterday, it was all about the Ocean Alliance. Whispering to send a fleeting time, interpreting temperament!
3. Autumn sky. Look at flowers in the garden.
Tung leaves are yellow, carved at will, and carved in cold dew. The faint fog gives birth to new colors, and the red sea of clouds hangs at the beginning of the day. Willow beside the pavilion, orchid on the island. Looking around, the clear lake is full of golden water. Vaguely holding a beautiful shadow, to be pure and happy.
The headwind is not cold, and it is meticulous. And the smell. Some branches are fake from a distance, which is close to Qingxian County, Yu Zi. Yan Yan stepped forward quickly. Attention, vaguely spring. Is a song holding youth, but a teenager?
4. Autumn is crisp. Qiu Si, autumn scenery.
The red leaves are frosted. Natural beauty, new makeup in four seasons. Maple fire spontaneously ignited in the deep red path, and chrysanthemum flowers were fragrant in front of the steps. Pinghu is quiet and the shore is yellow. The geese are far away, and the reed flowers shake the water and cool it. The fisherman threw a pole to lure the enemy, and his pulse fell.
The sunshine of several begonias. Fruits are like dates in pairs. A little man on the rockery is meditating and enjoying the magnificent scenery. Autumn scenery is better than usual. On a beautiful day, poetry pursues warm sunshine. Sing a song of prosperity. Changle is not ended.
Uncle Ding: It's autumn.
Autumn is crisp. Ren Qiuyang shines warmly, and Qiu Feng is everywhere. Worrying days add to worrying about rain, and yellow and red wither for no reason. Call your best friend, call Qi Jun. I stole it for a long time, but the autumn is still unfinished. Occasionally, leaves like flowers adorn my makeup.
Hand in hand to the top of the slope. The future is unpredictable, and Mo Wen is both the west and the east. A slope twists into the sky, and the sky is looking for Hong Fei. Xu yaoqi, disease control and wind control. Enjoy the ups and downs, high and low are different. Laugh until you are mad, and winter is here.
Sea of Life (Ling): Autumn is in the sky. Climb high.
Ye Dan mountains and rivers. Stars, frost, the sun and the moon are all colorful. In autumn, when you reach the peak, you can watch the wind for a long time. The clouds and cranes reflect the depth of the sun. Dyed, layered maple leaves. Mo Daochun's devotion to anger is rare.
Why sigh that the fallen flowers have withered? Between the branches of the fruit, you can enjoy greed again. Everything is cause and effect, if you don't want to rely on it. Although the cup is drunk, the wine is not drunk. Make good use of good time, good time. When the temples will turn white, the mind has been declared.
Canglang Snow: Autumn crosses the sky.
Autumn is crisp. A cloud from the crane is borrowed from Changfeng. Looking back, I think Gankun is small, and the road is indisputable. Green mountains and green waters. When we met, we brushed the gold. It is a beautiful city with fallen leaves.
Drink deeply and drink lightly. Let's get rid of old worries, not to mention asking what life is. The world is not necessarily unsatisfactory, and it is generous to love and hate. Knowing chrysanthemums is beautiful. Half drunk, romantic. Pinshi Xiedong Fen, Jian Husson.
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Long Fu: Autumn is in the sky.
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Take a leisurely walk. Look at the verdant frosty mountains and the flowing Higashi Shimizu. The west wind destroyed the fragrant leaves several times, and it was already late autumn on earth. Duckweed passengers, stern boats. I was in that place, and I was surprised to fly terns. At dusk, Hanjiang returned to the house and put the wine upstairs.
Cold nights can easily add to your worries. Drinking in a lonely window, the moon is like a hook. Let him gather with the clouds and blow his dreams to Xizhou. Come and stay. After all, I didn't mean to ask for it. Laugh at the impermanence of the world and the dust has not stopped.
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Riding alone raises dust. It's just that reeds are dancing and geese are flying obliquely. I have studied literature and martial arts for many years, so I don't want to go to the mountain gate today. Wang Gongyi, a naked towel. The dew is purple, and the saddle is carved with gold. The rivers and lakes have a long way to go.
How many people in the world are awake? Half for petty gain and half for innocence. Sang Yu is a little late, and there are only rumors left. Who is expensive, God? However, Ye Cheng defeated his grandson again. Pulling a horse back with a beautiful woman is only good at this body.
Mahu Lake: The air is crisp in autumn. Farewell to autumn (step rhyme, China new rhyme)
The past autumn and winter. Fortunately, books and boats meet, and so does love. My hometown * * * writes China's wish, and the topic is compatible. Collect excellent works and melt them many times. Proofreading error, edited by Fang Huafeng. The competition is very busy, and the awards are all red.
In Jane's village in autumn, the ink is overflowing. Looking for poems and songs, rhyming and dyeing curtains. Painting a fairy meets a gentleman, but it is difficult for a swallow to meet. Returning in the evening, it weighs tens of thousands. Warm inside and outside, Danxia came to the envelope. Goodbye to all the heroes and dream of the sky.
Aru, Luoyang: Autumn is in the sky.
A melancholy westerly wind. Sad money mountain falls, Wan Li floats Peng. Tianya town has no news every day, and it is very anxious. White with frost, red with wine. Conceit, be romantic and be a hero. Don't fight for drunkenness in the mountains.
Look at the danger, drop your chest. Incense sells Huang Ju, rain beats Feng Dan. No one asked about the gorgeous belly, and Miracle roared in the sky alone. On a river's lake night, it's pine trees. Looking at the passing water, the speechless man walked eastward. Laughing for half my life, giving in my dreams.
Dream back to Datang: autumn sky ‖ homesickness
In Qiuchi. Dusk helps the shallow moon, and tired birds are anxious. The vines and dead trees are covered with frost, and the grass is thin and black at night. Chai Men's mask is full. The wild lanes are far away and the clouds are gone. Mowa Zhubi is quiet and touching.
The hospital cleaner fell in love with the British. Peeping into the depths of the bamboo forest, the fog is lush. When the old friend sent a letter back to China, the north road was far away. Give it to fish and geese, and hate it. I didn't wake up in my dream, and I was in the dust. Mourn for the past, if you are a winter guest.
Yijiang: Autumn sky? Frost in the new winter
In the new winter in first frost, the branches are steep and the wild paths are slightly open. The world has shed the dust of flowers, and no one will be sad again. The ice froze, the twilight melted and the night wind blew. It's a pity that I didn't go until autumn, and the red outside the threshold is still there.
After singing wine, I was drunk and lonely in the cold pavilion of Fengting. Pavilion looked at Qin Louyue, flute intermittent. Empty cup, heavy candle tears, how much leisure, who sent the letter. If you have a brain, how can it be like a song?
Old Tree: The air is crisp in autumn, recalling the color of Shan Ye in autumn.
Clouds surround the sunset. Look at the autumn colors in Shan Ye, it will mess up the sky. The hazy half moon looks old and the stars are shining. The lights are dim, but the night is long. Looking at Beidou, I still sleep in my hometown. At dawn, Lin Xi took a picture and it was golden everywhere.
Leng Xiang swallowed the leftover steamed stuffed bun. Recall his heroic years and lofty aspirations. I'm not afraid of strange peaks. I swim with strange peaks and compete for strength. The world is warm and hell is cold. In dreams, youth grows old. I want to spend my life on crutches. I wrote a chapter.
Grαss: Autumn sky.
Cold dew and clear frost. It's autumn all over the mountain, dazzling golden. Empty branches rustle in the wind, and rustling leaves are flying. The red maple is brilliant and the fire is expanding. Dyed emerald green, the pine forest is still green. Looking up at the top of Qingfeng snow, reflecting the sunset.
Clear water is still flowing. Where the waves are churning, there is a blue streamer. Broken beads and fine jade dance together, and clouds are like ribbons. The winding road has a strange smell. If you are not satisfied, you will eventually run away. Travel all over the country and never forget your hometown.
Joy in the world: autumn sky and night painting
Fill the glass. Drunk autumn fragrance, jade surface floating. Dai Xing leans on her face, wearing light makeup and blushing. Heartstrings knock, Yan language is long. As far as the eyes are concerned, the stars are lonely. The wind is noisy and the rain is laughing, and the air is warm and pink.
Slightly dizzy and embedded in the song. Sleep is blocked, the heart turns over, and the moonlight shines through the window. I finally missed it and sent it to the ends of the earth. Sitian Warm Palace. Returning to the old scene is enjoyable. Ride through the sky with fog and feathers to reach the dream cluster.
Guo: The air is crisp in autumn, and the autumn wind is frosty.
Frost chrysanthemum autumn wind. I'd like to raise a glass to break the crab and get drunk. The sunset is dyed with lotus color, and the phoenix tree is alone at dusk. Gao Huai dream, relaxed and prosperous. Love years, but people are still different. But I like to invite my friends to enjoy the feast.
Jiake was so drunk that he stood leaning against the fort and his eyes were dim. At this time, I want to go to the Milky Way, and the bright moon meets nearby. In the middle of the cloud, it is green and heavy, and there are no traces of the night sky and meteors. More butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou, and merchants sway their chests.
Iron heart s: autumn sky
It's foggy. Look at Hong Fei, I'm drunk with Feng Dan. Spring flowers are full of autumn leaves, still charming. The song is warm and the love melts. The most comfortable, making tea with children. The warbler's voice is full of fun.
There is no need to be famous or happy. Life and death are unpredictable, and the past is like the wind. Looking back at the end of your life, can you still remember your original intention? The edge is like water, the color is empty. Soak in the cold rain and hide the rainbow in your heart. I have a soft spot for drinking poetry.
Zhong Haijun: Autumn is in the sky.
The clouds are clear. It's warm in Iowa, and oranges are in Jeikiy. The south window lies in golden laurel, and the east fence envies Tao Gong. Dance and knock on the green cage. Some of them are even worse than others. Better than the beautiful scenery in March, colorful.
Why are you touching your chest here? Read YuZhou Mountains and Rivers Looking at Autumn Colors. With a sigh, after a long separation, I am homesick. Sleepless all night, looking at the dome. Ask how to cross the mountain and collect the mountain. If you want to take a walk, you must dream.
Wind for you: autumn sky, early autumn and winter.
Looking out of the window, the west wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and the willows worry about winter. The world dances with snow and autumn is far away, and people wither with the seasons. First frost is filled with jade shadows. what can I do? Silver ice velvet. I still remember picking flowers in the evening, and the candles are red.
The shadows of the lights are dark and the night is thick. Tasteless and fragrant tea, look up at the sky. I can't see the boundless moon in the middle of the night, so I roll up the curtains gloomily. The wind is like a line, and the snow is heavy. I can't help it My heart is broken. Sending acacia every night is always an empty dream.
Autumn is bleak: autumn sky. Autumn sighs.
The fog is blurred. Look at the residual lotus shadow, dew covered with frost. The west wind * * * drags away youth, and the setting sun dyes maple trees red. Morning fog, dusk. Has disappeared, the capacity of the cosmetic mirror. The yellow flowers are just right elsewhere, representing winter.
You are tired of small windows. Look carefully for the rustling place, and the fallen leaves return to red. I don't know when the brocade will arrive, so we can renew our old friendship. Tianya Road is different. There is no trace of youth when we meet again. Sigh that the world is fleeting, but also ashamed to bear the burden of old age.
Bamboo Hidden: Autumn Sky-Reverse Travel
The withered grass contains smoke. Look at the frost forest, the water is thin and the mountains are cold. All colors are blowing in the wind. Who should write poems? Drive there and row back. Wandering in the vast sea of clouds. Scratching one's head and white hair is shorter, like water flowing for years.
I want to dream of going back to the small garden. I want to see it as if it were the first time. Hurricanes and rain are far away from the mountains, and people are crying. Heaven is connected with water, and water is connected with heaven. In the twilight, crows crow in the trees. Reverse travel is the saddest thing. Who is married?
Unfamiliar Wind: Autumn Sky-Feeling
The mountain reflects the sunset. Look at the residual lotus shining on the water and defeat the Liuhe River. Withered, green and red, sad and withered grass and yellow sand. Yan Xiapu, Sai Xiang Yan. Leaves are everywhere, and the wind is outside the sky. Looking at the lonely sails in the distance, I feel sad.
The world has seen it many times. Sigh for fame and fortune, Kochi. What's the difference? There have been many ups and downs of dreams, but last night was as cold as ice. The world of mortals is misty and the years are long. In the twilight, the railing is even more embarrassing. Only the shadows of the world, poetry and drunkenness.
The illusion of cat ears:
1, autumn sky, self-deprecating
Clouds freeze and the sun sets. Two rows of oblique geese crossed, and the sky was boundless. The eaves and waterfalls float, and the vines hang upside down in autumn. The red scarf is wrinkled and the green belt is hidden. Who controls the reins between bloody dreams and Atlas? Dare to teach the bow to the sun, the sword is as cold as frost.
It looks like a tall yelang. Zhong Jing's fame and fortune is mysterious, but paper is clear and crazy. The joy of ancient and modern times has passed, and I am greedy for gold and jade. The west wind is rolling, and Daihe is bitter. Ask twilight to leave a song for 30 thousand. I secretly vowed to kill Xuanyuan, and my stupid ambition didn't end.
2. In the crisp autumn sky, the amount of love is eye-catching.
Carelessness and anxiety. Half-life scissors willow belt, tears. The candle at the west window cuts short the cold night, and thousands of worries overwhelm the night. Acacia cocoon, don't hate rumors. Then there will be three times the return. Counting the fragrance and powder is boring.
Who told me to warm my nest? And invited the wings of the galaxy to pour foam on it. Jellyfish burst into pearl tears and the goddess fell in love. Dreams are in the dust, peaches are in the world. Willing to be a gentle and charming cat. Ink refers to books, long hair and waist.
A glimpse of Qiu Meng in autumn.
The wind blows the phoenix tree. Look at this jungle. It's in a tight array. Brilliant, maple shakes jealousy. Crystal dew, breeze. The chrysanthemums spit out, and the smoke in Nanshan is purple. The fragrance of rice wafts from Wan Li, and the whole world is full of joy in one year.
Mountains and rivers blend into the heart. Among them, love is burning and the charm is endless. A Zheng's ancient tune lingers, and it dissolves in the exact moon. When a teenager dies, the years are fleeting. How disappointed, shaking the moon palace. Acacia in the middle of the night is always an empty dream.
Snow and Sunny in the Western Hills —— Thoughts on the Autumn Tour of Shuangqing Mountain Villa
The mountain villa is clear. Straight pine and cypress, tall and straight. LAM Raymond frost leaves in October, Huarong red in February. The autumn clouds are high and the snow is fine. With clear feet, the dragon is the spirit. It is not as big as Xiangshan, but it has a fairy name.
I still hear it. Serve the people and care about feelings. Great talent and great wisdom, a new long March. Hongzhong police, think twice before you act. Looks like someone who is rushing to take the exam, fulcrum Beijing. You can learn from the past and think of Li Zicheng.
Leaves: Autumn sky? go on an autumn outing
Back to the geese. The sky is light and clean, and the dew condenses. From a distance, the forest is dyed and the pine and cypress are fragrant. Follow your heart and pay attention to it. Touch the place, the mountains and rivers are long. However, there are many different colors and beautiful makeup.
Looking back on the past is not difficult, nor is it sentimental. Ask who to compare with, forever. Cherish fate through the Spring and Autumn Period, wandering with a smile. Green maple is red and ginkgo is yellow. In the photo, the breeze should be raised. You say you are neither old nor young, so you spit out your fragrance.
Jia Yu: Autumn is in the sky. Watch the sunset scenery of Baiyu Mountain.
Frost dyed the maple tree red. If the clouds are overcast, you will see Tong Dan. After the sunset slowly set in Nanshan, the breeze swept through Xia Hong. Smoke billowed from the kitchen, and the water flowed rapidly. Happy, singing in the valley. Magpies and birds sing, tactfully and clearly.
The light fog is getting heavier. Like clouds and fog, dreams are hazy. The shepherd came home at dusk and met his old friend. As the saying goes, a smile is strong. As night fell, the cold began to rise. The bright moon hangs branches and adds jade lanterns.
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囎囎: Autumn sky? homesickness
Thousands of miles of frost. Looking at the cold forest is solemn and the water is boundless. Old age gave me a sad word, the sunset shines on the hills. When the west wind rises, nothing grows. Bird's-eye view of Zeju and the lonely village beside the running water. Smoke fills the air and the flute is melodious.
I have been in a foreign land for a long time. Dream of borrowing a bed and painting new makeup on paper. A letter from my hometown is far away. Where are you going? Dust and atmosphere are separated, and years hurt the body. White temples, leisure is busy. Shame on wasting time, shame on catalpa.
Arrow of Sorrow: Autumn Sky
The wind is cool. Spring is already negative, so don't be negative about Qiu Guang. The geese in the sky danced in the clouds and fell into the sunset. Outside the bamboo column, beside the grass path. Where the leaves fall, the maple is dry and the mud is fragrant. Birds are singing in the forest on the ridge, as if telling the truth.
Young people are ambitious and ambitious. Make Dan Xin on cloud nine, the article is wonderful. I don't know officials and businessmen for ten years, and my pillow is yellow. Fame is tired, and the temples are frosted. Or should it be, Du Qingshan Shuilang. Hold a few volumes of poetry books and bury the sword.
Rose fragrance: autumn colors cross the sky.
Autumn is crisp. Just like snow, it is in a hurry. Affectionate is Jiang Nanan, still willow shadow smoke cage. Platanus acerifolia is thin and cinnamon is thick. Looking around, the maple leaves in the forest are red. Wild Chrysanthemum Ao Shuang is alone.
Have a few glasses of light wine. Lan Xiang meditation department, slightly drunk hazy. At night, I lean on the covered bridge. Stay away from loneliness and coldness. Clouds and fog dispersed, powder tears melted. The past is gone, and my feelings are heavy. Sigh the world of mortals, but send it to dreams.
Autumn marsh lotus: Qiu Ge in autumn sky
Qiu Ge murmured. Listening to frogs croak on the moon, the water is still and foggy. Zhu Yingcan deceives the vine, and the orange is wrapped in sweetness. Lotus shadow fiber. Night and breeze dive with dreams. Everything is in full bloom and picturesque.
Who is sailing? The waves piled up on the beach and broke the jade waves. There was a bustling party by the pillow, and Luo Qi dragged her skirt. Spring has long passed, and summer is tired. The years are shallow and the sun sets. Suddenly a floating life, sour and bitter.
Ji Yang Yu Yi: I only hope to travel with you in autumn.
Autumn is long and cloudy. It is boundless, fascinating and full of English. Goose yellow is dyed all over the mountain, and swallows go to willow to hang lightly. Red beams are ripe and green oranges are flourishing. All trees, all mulberries. If you want to say that Fanghua is beautiful, it will be full of Jincheng.
Autumn is getting stronger and stronger, grass and reeds are withered, and dead vines are more common. Strong wind blows thin branches, and cold rain is bleak. First frost, the geese crow. It's hard to say goodbye, but I can't bear to say goodbye. I just want to travel with you, and I can accompany you several times.
Snowflake: Autumn is full of sadness.
Chuiliucheng east. Look at the red maple cluster, the ink chrysanthemum is bitter. Autumn leaves slip beads, and the night wind sings in a hurry. Layers of forest are completely dyed, overlapping Cui Tong. There will be a sweet-scented osmanthus wind Alas, flying flowers are everywhere and the ground is red.
The night is cold and thick. Pick up the lamp and look through the moon curtain in the library. If you fail your life, you will get old. Looking back frequently, I don't cry. The most valuable, window study. Sadness, the body will accompany.
Hai Hao: Autumn crosses the sky, and white mountains are in late autumn.
Late autumn chill invaded. Bird's-eye view of the forest is heavy, and the ink sea is heavy. Three continents and six places share the same horse, meandering all the virtues Sen. No red maple, deep leaves. Grazing wood and stretching raptors in the sky. Steep is now a unique plant, like fire.
Sing in the wind as much as you can. Go to the deep stream and deep valley and have a heart-to-heart talk. Light is full of poetry, maple is full of gold. Moss stays, green water invertors. Correct thinking, loose branches. Rhyme can be found in distress, and emotion can move the depth of field.
Childhood begins: the autumn sky is full of autumn knots.
Autumn leaves are red makeup. Watch the idle clouds cross the river. It is dusk, smoke rises and frost falls on the brow. Draw your thoughts and lean against the window. Jade leaks through the ages, but the heart is not in autumn. Once prosperous, Leng Yue flowed.
Flowers never meet begonia. Difficult to rhyme, down and out. There is no way to fall leaves in dreams. How much time should be counted. The night was steep and it used to be cold. Since then, fireworks have broken into chapters. A man is half a life, and a man is in a thatched cottage.
Xiaoyao Taichu: Autumn? Wanqiu
The branches are in the sky. Ask the boundless earth how many times it flies red. Looking back at the wind, frost, rain and dew, the forest is dyed. The idle clouds are light and the wild scenery is thick. Holding comfortable and fragrant autumn wind. In the picture, leaves are fluttering and butterflies are everywhere.
The wine in the village is full of enthusiasm. Chrysanthemum invited to drink, drunk and beautiful. As soon as the sunset cuts the road ahead, the charm gradually penetrates the vault. Across the autumn, the eyes are not bad. Pick and choose, colorful and heavy. Who knows that at sunset, the night bell of the mountain temple.
Huang Ming: Autumn is in the sky.
Autumn is crisp. But Jiangyang avoided the epidemic and the road was closed. Take time to hold a writing pen again, poetic and picturesque. Yin Qing Dance, Lang Yuanhong. But in reality, three thousand troubles. Picking up some fantasies, my eyes are hazy.
Don't ask about the blue dome. It is hard work, and the years are in a hurry. I hate being electrocuted at work, and my chest is full when I travel. Book-passing geese, ambitious dragons. Dare to forget, once the clouds were light and the wind was light. This moment returned to the soul, without trace.
Silent monk: Autumn is full of autumn resentment.
It's foggy Leaning against the bar and looking at the distance, I didn't show any sad expression. The west wind passed ten feet in front of the steps, and I accidentally hit the phoenix tree. Sleep on a lonely pillow and listen to the clock in the distance. Where the dream is cold, the curtain hook plops. In the middle of the night, snuff flashes, and deep pupils are taken alone.
Clear dawn is still painful and dew is thick. The whole body is yellow and cold. The heartbroken man is outside the pavilion, and Xiao is also called Guihong. Prosperity is over, so is loneliness. Where the tears are wet, spring flowers and autumn moon are empty. The angry desert forest is dyed red.
A ship full of splendor: the autumn sky? Whispers of winter
Autumn welcomes winter. Gradually condensed the earth, cold through the sky. Wan Li, the Great Wall, is covered in silver, and the river is frozen up and down. Outside China, there was silence. Remember, new plums are as red as fire. Yan ying is barren, elegant as a chest.
Things will be different at four o'clock. There is a change of yin and yang, and cold and warm blend. If you are used to seeing the ups and downs here, don't ask for it. Liu Ling was drunk for a few minutes. Fu Changguo, Xin Kuan, Shan Hai. Walk against the wind, why not be afraid of the cold wind.
Dear Jane friends, this edition of the hometown poetry solitaire contest ends here. Listen to the next decomposition.
Special topic of poetry submission in the house of characters
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