1, the crow of the milk crow throws a jade screen, one pillow is cool and the other is cool. There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon.
2, everything is sold out, and the career is in the mirror. Only temples will be covered with snow, and tomorrow will be autumn wind.
3, the vegetation is about to fall, and the world is cold. The forest pond cools off the heat, and the anvil vibrates in autumn. Leaves don't fall because of the wind, but insects know that they should sing. In the evening, the courtyard is quiet and the crescent moon is bright.
4. The trees are rustling back, and the arms of the years are open at this time. It's autumn under the hibiscus hedge, and the morning morning morning glory has come to the bamboo forest.
5. Morning in beginning of autumn, in the mountains. Insects sing in a hurry, and the wind blows the trees. A unique autumn Xinjia, looking up to the sky. Bai Di has theocracy, but Su Yu has no fiber. Bandits only care about peace of mind, but also use Zhan Shannon.
6. I feel that I am slow to welcome autumn every year, and I am too busy this autumn. When the vegetarian festival meets a leap year, Xiao Chen is the most vulnerable. The moon looks like a shadow when it is near, but the wind blows across the road and only gets cold. More worried about things, lean on the bar a few times.
7. On the night of autumn letter, Qiu Guang was extremely poor. The cicada is singing outside the willow, and the shadow is facing the window. Stay in summer and the wind will drive you away. Leng Xiang is fresh. I don't feel sorry for the fleeting time.
8, last night, the sound came to the pillow, Xiao Xunzhi, pushed it. But if there is no long summer on this day, you can know that you are sentenced to half a year today. The dew flies sound cool, and the wind lotus beads are round. The four seasons are chic but golden, and so am I in poetry.
9. The west wind enters in the middle of the night, and the cool clouds are full of gold buildings. Qiu Chan's vocal cords ring and fireflies flow at night. I hugged Zhang Hanxing, and I can kill Song Yuqi. Years are storming, and thoughts are around Cangzhou.
10, semi-annual sequence, sunrise in February. When the weather is cool, people are just like when they are sick. Cut off vines and old trees and lead vines to the dry fence. With a little knowledge of self-cultivation, Lao Sheng dare not quit.
165438+ Sorrow is like chaos, and autumn leaves come first to silence. Green stirrup has the taste of middle age, and white hair cares about the health of sideburns. Painting saved the status of Jianghu merchants and gave Pan Ling.
12, the west wind blows crepe blue gauze clothes, and the golden well phoenix tree flies last night. I mixed the medicine with Jing Hua, but I came home with autumn leaves.
13, Qiu doesn't speak for himself, but the whole world knows it. Today and autumn, wind and sun should be different. Don't be stuck in the past, it's sad. I can get drunk talking to Ye Fei.