A season of falling leaves is empty and sad
Feel the pain of life
Wind and cold moon
Yellow everywhere
Autumn is full of sorrow
Sigh like water
Mourning the vicissitudes of what year
Hate the verdant mountains
Sigh why it's miserable
The ancients felt the same way
What autumn wind sad painting fan
If life is only as it first sees
Autumn color rhymes, frost hits dan red
The red in the eye was invincible to the west wind
The heart is loaded with a red dust passerby and ethereal
It is also just a shallow line of poetry
It will be forgotten in a grain of dust
The quiet beauty of autumn leaves
It is the beauty in the thickness of its life
Residual red leaves
Beauty is in the process of withering away from life
Frost-colored autumn beads
Wind bone is plump after soaking
Sadness at the end of the curtain
Beauty lies in the calmness of the soul returning to the earth
Eventful autumn rhyme
All turned into plain verses
Sigh the beauty of autumn yellow
Autumn rains are continuous
For whom is it sad
The leaves fall autumn yellow
For whom to be sad
Between the brow bones
Time flies
Nostalgic room
Autumn of Sadness
The world is like an empty dream
Life is a few degrees cool
Sigh at the vicissitudes of life
Listen to the miserable autumn rain
Watch the autumn rain
Floating like a dream
The red dust is empty
Autumn wind skinny horse
The broken intestines are at the end of the world
It's autumn cool
Where life comes from is safe
Autumn frost stained the sideburns
Smoke and rain moistened his eyes
Autumn rain under the eaves
The trees are yellow
Who can let time stay
Who can promise the years to be quiet
Xiao Xiao yellow leaves closed the window
Drizzle into the old alley
A past event is old and the memory is old
Last year, the autumn yellow was stored
This rain has hidden the heart of the secluded house again
The miserable yellow grass has autumn dew
But I don't know whose tears are rolling
Just looked at you
The wind candle was so haggard
pity
The sorrow that cannot be written in the poem
Countless tears in the rain
Autumn cold belt does not go away from sorrow
The autumn wind does not disperse the dust