Autumn frost, autumn leaves, autumn moon and autumn dew

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough.

Three autumn leaves can blossom in February.

If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.

I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.

Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

Silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I say it's a cool autumn.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the moonlight, the curtains on the boat were rolled, revealing the fragrance of flowers and trees on the shore.

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

The moon is faint and leaking, and the autumn bed is illuminated by Yi Deng.

Feel the wind and dew early when you are sick, and I don't know how long the mountains and rivers are.

I feel generous when I am old, but I feel sad when I look at the world.

Cicada is even more confusing to pedestrians' ears, holding semi-yellow sparse tung leaves.

The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.

I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.

A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?

A lazy youth, a lousy age.

The new autumn is extremely cool, and the cranes turn truffles and shed their clothes.

Before the village, the moon shines half of the river, and the monk opens a green bamboo building.

There is a stork in the air and a Bai Ou in the river. It's easy to swim around when fighting the wind.

How wet the grass dew is, and the spider silk has not been harvested yet. Secrets are close to personnel, and independence is worrying.