Poems describing people and the beauty of autumn scenery.

Half the river rustles and half the river is red.

Poor night of September 3rd,

Dewdrops are like pearls, and the moon is like a bow.

Until September 8th in Qiu Lai,

I spent all the flowers;

The incense array pervades Chang' an,

The city is full of golden flowers.

Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.

I say autumn is better than spring.

In the clear sky, a crane is walking among the clouds.

It brought poetry to Bixiao.