All kinds of frost days are golden. Colorful mess, dyed wild; The sky was quiet and the trees withered; Li Shu hung his head and invited Chou-heung. There is no color in the pen, but there are oranges to make soup. Clean clouds escape and blush, red sun escapes and is naked. The color of the moonlight is too dim, and the exposed surface is coated with lead paste. Mo Yan's Autumn is old-fashioned, and he was surprised to see the concentrated fat chapter. Life is like a famine of vegetation; The autumn festival has been repeated several times, but I am still embarrassed to go to the teacher. Samsara belongs to autumn and begins again; There is no reincarnation, when autumn is drunk; Do not bear the autumn dye, just ask for cream. Oh! Full of enthusiasm, it is good to be crisp in autumn; At a glance, life is magnificent and gratifying. Once a year, once a lifetime. Mature autumn is rich in colors, and old people are yellow. Hey, honey! Jiu Hao shook, the weather is very cold; Baihui detachment, Yan Huansu makeup.
The wind is delicious, hot in spring and smoked in summer; After winter's abuse, only autumn is called gold. Lift the clouds to wander in the air, drive away the humidity and disperse the dust. I feel the same way as Ouyang, and the autumn wind blows Zheng Hengqin. The little sprinkle is dripping and the rain is crying; Kick Pentium, fly mane light dust; The waves are night terrors, and the nature is silent; Knock, knock, knock. Like forging, the hammer is eager to make the sound of gold. Sometimes I leave in a hurry, holding one silently; Occasionally panting, tired. Hee hee, there are no Boya drums and harps here, but there is the sound of the west wind. If so, the child will live a long life and the autumn wind will not be sleepy! Sound surrounds the beam, and the method suppresses the cloud. The spirit sings from the frost wind and originates from the western rhyme. The wind is blowing, and the high-impedance wind is shocking; When the wind stopped, Gong Fan picked up the arrow in the country. Music starts with the wind? You can't open your mouth without wind! Poetry is born in the wind, otherwise there will be no trip to the national wind.
If the trees wither in autumn, the phoenix tree dance skirt will be surprised; When the rainy night strikes, the banana palm picks up the beads; The lotus is boundless, and the threshold chrysanthemum is weeping; Ye Zhijin is not strange, and maple leaves burn red and pleasing to the eye. Hongyan flies south, and golden pheasant follows Linghui. Beans break the yellow shell and the pods are thin and covered; Cicadas sing in autumn, crickets startle the house. Egrets come to play with reed flowers, and birds stay in Jingu; The residual load fades, and the charm is hard to say; The grass lying on the side is warm. It is no wonder that autumn brings sorrow and sighs that the frost sword is fast. Without bleak autumn, there is no news of spring. Ups and downs have knots, and sorrows and joys are intertwined; Life in the four seasons is full of hardships.
Seeing the fighting wind in Qiu Lan, I am glad to spit buds but not tired; I hate Cao Hui's slimming, and I like being with Qiu Die. Roses are weak and it is difficult to remove nutmeg; Roses are colorful and more romantic. Drunk autumn colors, golden willows on the wind bank; Playing in the water, the waves are full of Chi Ping embroidery. Say goodbye to innocence and enjoy the old autumn alone. Immortal spirit, exploring for. Old Ran Ran came, not afraid of fame.
Autumn gathers wind, like rhyme. Huang Lu, the fire melted, went out and shook; Gold and Hui Jin, fire and water moisten fragrance. Persimmon blushes with a smile, which is better than the village girl's feeling; Pomegranate sang loudly, almost forcing the imperial concubine to open her mouth. Eyebrow beans burn purple and string jade brocade; Sorghum has low head and neon ears. Shake the bamboo Feng Ling, and the pine Weng wipes the sword; The withered lotus kowtows and complains, and Yi An holds a pen and is sad. Miss the past and fall with the autumn season; As the case may be, reproduce moaning when you are thin; It's called poetry, not high-rise buildings to sing. The lake light only leaves the autumn moon, and the mountains wait for autumn. There are 300 Tang poems, and the songs are full of mid-autumn rhyme; Song Qianshou, it is difficult to leave love gracefully. Alas, poets are endless, and songs are long in autumn; One by one, the poets sighed away from their resentment. Autumn is autumn, beautiful and beautiful!
Spring begets autumn, and autumn is full. The smoke is getting thicker and the fields are clear; The sky is clear and the sun is shining. Back muscle, wielding sickle Fang Qiu; Bomb dealers worry about playing feathers and holding grain. Repairing old things is very painful, and my way can be realized. Autumn bears rich fruits and is full of shame; Let the trip be a great success and shine. A reincarnation, how many times in the Spring and Autumn Period? Straight up, you can cruise Kun Peng; The universe is pure and empty, allowing nature to play together. If it is dim, look ahead; It's hard to live without waste. Withered trees and grass are full of vitality, determined to inspire more.
Hey! Dare not face it, the white hair cream on the sideburns. Autumn is endowed with a unique fragrance. Autumn is unintentional and sad. I said: autumn is clean and free from vulgarity, and rhyme is clear. Urgent is glorious, autumn is dry, and there is no turning back!
Roar against the wind and wear yellow sleeves; The wind picks the leaves and falls, and stops swimming to the roots. Sleep soundly on the pillow loess, recite autumn fu and let it go; The breeze doesn't provoke wanderers, but asks for its own geese.