The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?
Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
The red maple shines on the mountain fire, and the autumn wind hits the treetops coldly. Never leave the leaves at the right time, and the mountains will be covered with maple red in the coming year.
The red leaves in Ma Si are rustling late, and the Yangtze River falls in autumn in Rizhao. I don't hesitate to know my own advantages, but I'm worried about one thing.
Mix's red leaves are flying in front of the horse, sending Wang Sun home on a beautiful day. However, you should be disappointed when you go for an old swim, so the stream and autumn moss are both fish.
After falling on the blue sky and the moon, the rustling wild geese came early. An old friend brought permanent wine and sent me to forget my hometown.
Look at that bow brocade. Sha Ting red leaves dance in the sunset. Take a stick and wake the sleeping mandarin duck. Carve jade when the wood falls on the mountain, and the frost Leng Yue soaks into the river. Peng Shu dreamed of Xiaoxiang tonight.
Maple trees rustle in the autumn night; After a night at Tongguan Station, I got my own bouquet. A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range. With the extension of Tongguan Mountain, remote viewing of tree colors; The Yellow River flows into the sea. Tomorrow, we can reach the prosperous capital Chang 'an. I am still at ease with the dream of fisherman and woodcutter!