What are the poems describing early autumn nights?

1, a leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of my dream.

Narcissus Night Rain by Xu Zaisi in Yuan Dynasty

Accompanied by leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. Snuff, chess is not closed, sigh Xinfeng stay for a long time. After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.

Explanation:

The night rain dripped on the plane leaves a little, and the autumn sound was hard to stop, hitting the banana, which made people worry constantly. In the middle of the night, I dreamed of returning to my hometown. When I woke up, I saw snuff hanging down and a game of chess pieces had not been cleaned up. Alas, I stayed alone in the hotel in Xinfeng. Leaning on the pillow, ten years of experience, parents far away in Jiangnan, all come to mind.

2, a round of autumn shadows turned into golden waves. The flying mirror is reground.

From Xin Qiji, a Song Dynasty poet, "The Mid-Autumn Night is Lv Qianshu in Tai Chang Yin Jian Kang".

A round of autumn shadows turned to golden waves, and the flying mirror was re-ground. Ask about Heng E wine: What can you do if white-haired people send black-haired people?

Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers. Going to Guangxi is more humane and clear.

Explanation:

A slowly moving autumn moon is sprinkled on the moon, just like a newly polished bronze mirror flying into the sky again. I raised my glass and asked Chang 'e of Na Yue: What should I do? White hair grows longer every day, as if deliberately bullying me. I want to fly into the sky of Wan Li in the wind, overlooking the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. Also cut off the swaying branches of laurel trees. People say it will make the moon shine more brightly on the earth.

3, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset.

From the Qing Dynasty Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone"

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.

It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.

Explanation:

Who feels sad alone in the west wind and can't bear to look at the rustling yellow leaves and close the porch window? In the independent house, the setting sun shines obliquely, immersed in memories of the past. Take a nap after drinking, spring scenery is leisurely, gambling in the boudoir, and the skirt is full of tea. I once had a happy memory, which was only the most common at that time, but things are different now.

4. The lake is in harmony with the autumn moon, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.

From Liu Yuxi's Wang Dongting in Tang Dynasty

The lake and the moon set each other off, 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. (Landscape Cui Yi: Landscape Color)

Explanation:

On Dongting Lake, moonlight and water blend together, and the lake is calm, just like an unpolished bronze mirror. Looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, the landscape is as green as ink, just like a green snail in a silver plate.

5. The anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane, and Jason Wu shakes his hometown in autumn.

Qiu Si by Lu You in Song Dynasty.

Possession drives people to run around, like 10,000 sudden fire cows, but not like a Jianghu ranger and as free as a Sha Ou bird. Day after day, I feel so idle in my spare time. Even the biggest thing is getting drunk.

In the knocking sound of Yi Dao, the moon in the lane is sinking, the trees by the well are shaking their leaves, and my hometown is autumn. I want to see the place from a very far height, and I can stand in front of Baizu Building like Chen Deng, which is a great event in the world.

Explanation:

Profit drives people to run around, just like 10 thousand fire cows running around. It's better to be a Jianghu person and be as free as a European bird. When I have nothing to do, it feels like a year has passed, even if it is a big thing, I will be fine when I am drunk.

In the knocking sound of the clothes-smashing stick, the bright moon in the deep lane gradually sinks to the west, and the buttonwood tree by the well suddenly shakes its leaves, only to know that it is autumn in my hometown. I want to look far and wide, but I have nowhere to climb. How can I stand on a hundred feet upstairs and talk about world affairs like Chen Deng?