"The wind is clear and the clouds are gone, and the sky is full of frost." The years are hurried, ushering in the last festival of autumn - frost falls. When the frost falls, the sky is high and cloudy, the maple leaves are dyed, the transparent dew condenses into snow white frost flowers, and the earth is covered with a light veil. In the late autumn when the leaves are falling, drink a cup of warm tea, taste and read the ancient poems about frostfall, and feel the late autumn scenery in the poems!
Water tune song head - frost falls on the blue sky
Song-Ye Mengde
The frost is quiet, and the autumn events promote the west wind.
The cold sound is hidden, and the first listen is entered into the sycamore in the middle of the night.
Looking back at the high city, there are few thousand miles of guanhe, drunk and juntong.
Stacked drums make a clear dawn, and flying horses lead to eagle bows.
The years will be late, the guests laugh and ask the decaying man.
Pingsheng is proud and peaceful, and Shen Ling is who is male.
What a tiger warrior, waving the strings at the sound of the waves, the two geese fell into the sky.
The old man was really ashamed, looking back into the clouds.
Over the summer country of Xin'an County
Kim-Jeroboam
In the past years, today's loose pass, the car and horse are rough and difficult to travel.
The tide of the Han Sea sprayed a thousand waves of white, and the wind of the Tianshan Mountains roared with Wanlin Dan.
The frost is very cool, and the month is twice as cold as the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Looking back at the three autumns like a dream, I did not feel Xin'an in the dream.
Miscellaneous in the boat
Yuan-Wang Crown
The old trees turn obliquely, and the people are surrounded by water and bamboo.
Dew deep flowers are cold, frost drop crab paste fat.
Selling wine is strong, watching the mountains want to fly.
Cao Zhou has Wu Nu, and the double oars sing the new return.
Trip to Akiyama
Ming-Wang Gong
Outside the green mountains of Kelu, the depression is full of white clouds.
The apes cried that the mountains were lonely, and frost was falling on the leaves.
Noji temple chimes smoke, empty forest with sunset.
The nostalgia is not over, and the flute is unbearable.
Send yanqing lecturers
Ming-Zhan Ying
Xiao Ranshanxia Temple, the pulpit is called Qingcai.
The road is in the middle of the lake, and the door is opened in the tree.
The old man stirred, and the frost fell on the orange book.
Cherish the rock and leave it with a piece of moss.
Two days before the frost fell, I learned that the mountain wife was very ill when she was drowning and did not have to return to the book urgently
Qing-Hong Liangji
The mountain hall was busy with the transmission of the scriptures, and he had not returned to Jiangxiang for ten years.
The green forest has turned into red leaves, and it is sad that people will not be frosted.
The first 10 evenings of September
Qing-Qu Dajun
The wind rises and frost falls, and Xiao Zhai is still cold.
After three days of illness, I have already had an autumn peace.
The bait will be changed for the book, and the flowers will be looked at.
Burn the mud raw and cooked halfway, and choose to divide the orchid.
Stone Drum Pavilion
Qing-Peng Sunyi
Stop the boat to come to the market, and the willow is Linping.
Drizzle Official Bridge is cold, and empty beams are greeted by herons.
Kairo Imoda, the first side of Marbling Doo.
The lonely and dangerous pavilion is there, and the name of the stone drum is falsely transmitted.
South Central Frost Falls
Qing-Wang Fuzhi
Waiting for the young woman in the north, and white apples in the south.
The smoke is deep and deserted, and the river grass is scaled.
The green sleeves are still thin, and Huang Hua's tears are new.
Yanzhou infinite orange, who with sends Xiangjin.
Like a dream, Xiao stared at the tall building
Qing-Huang Huang
Xiao stared at the tall building. The branches of the far branches are red.
Sleeping with hazy eyes, the Tao is the first release of hibiscus.
Frost. Frost. That's on the Danfeng River.
Magpie Tread Branch - Garden Tour
Qing-Zhong Yun
Seeing that autumn is over. The red indigo is broken, and there is no light in autumn.
The bamboo fishing song is low and self-responsive. A stream of sunsets is as flat as a mirror.
Thin twilight light frost fell near. The grass fence is edged, and the emerald color looks tender.
Blame the owner for often holding the disease. From the teaching of the Yellow Flower Trail.
Autumn SiHua - Frost Descending Ming Dynasty Festival
Modern - Zhao Xi
Frost fell on the Ming Dynasty Festival. Sitting in the rain, a red flash of light like blood.
In the dream of the butterfly, on the heart, the head is as white as snow.
Sighing pillow WenYuan, Wu Geng also asked about the sick concubine.
A glimmer of wind, window paper cracked.
Even moss snuggled up, hagi wave back to the goose, hated the past and the present, and whispered to people.
Yellow leaves. Autumn light and goodbye. According to the old man, there is a bright moon.
Jinguan Lyricist, Qiannan Tianwai, Zhejiang East and West Guangdong.
Each painting is a thousand mountains, and the road is dead.
Looking at the night, the incense is extinguished.
The neighbor's chicken has been summoned, and the sound has not stopped. Tears poured on the silver screen.