"Seven Absolute Autumn Sounds"
Text/Dongcheng
The leaves of the forest are yellowing when the wind blows, and the osmanthus in the West Garden is fragrant.
The cries of the old jackdaws are broken, and the reeds are white and thin ponds.
"Butterfly Loves Flowers, Birch Forest Road"
Text/Spring and Autumn
The years flow golden birch road, butterflies dance one after another, how much do you know about flying phoenixes?
The people of the mountain are not old, and the suburbs are green and fragrant grass.
The fragrance of cinnamon is small, and it is alone on the floor, and I don't listen to the laughter of my neighbors.
The bed moon is clear and the light is good, and the dream is to stay for the eyebrows.
"Rika Akihi"
Text/Spring and Autumn
The leaves of the purple Duo Dan heart are long, and the wind is fragrant and the sleeves are in love with the autumn sun.
A long song of orchids and plants, smiling and watching life is a little cool.
"Like a Dream: Cold Dew"
Text/Dong Yu
The wild geese flew back to Nanfu, and the maple leaves fluttered and danced.
Mo on the chrysanthemum yellow, the grass hanging beads to pour.
寒露，寒露。 秋气冷霜凝住。
"Huanxi Sha Cold Dew"
Wendong City
Plugged with Hu Tianfei snow cold. Gangnam September dress list.
Sparse branches and dew chrysanthemums.
鸿雁南翔云影尽，梧桐叶落桂香连。
The stinging grass is silent.
Fig
Text/Zhang Jianping
It does not rain, and the clouds are elegant, and the oblique glow is used to show off the autumn glow.
Qingqinglu hides figs, and silently chrysanthemums are on the east fence.
"The Song of the Phoenix Grass"
Text/Li Jiarong
Sigh every year, when the wind is high, autumn comes all over the wilderness.
Thousands of grievances, spread across the plains, and grow with the sky.
Spring comes and is farther away, which makes the king's grandson and the moment hesitate.
Nai's thoughts lingered, and the migratory birds lost their south.
Sad. New sorrow and old hatred, crazy with mustard and dancing.
Wandering rhyme, chasing the past at this time, sighing with emotion.
When I was on the road, I listened to the song and was sad.
The most feared thing is that the wilderness is bleak, and there is a touch of the sun.
"South Building Order: Remnant Leaves Full of Fishing Village"
Text/Li Jiarong
The remnants of the leaves are full of fishing villages, and the cold mountains are near the twilight clouds.
Watch the sunset, leaning on the chaimen.
Scattered and suddenly came to the wine, invited the old guests, to the bottle.
The cup enjoys the dusk, and the water is clear and cuiyun.
Counting life, it is difficult to cross the red dust.
Slowly the boat through the lotus root path, scattered, more ecstasy.
"Feelings in the Guest"
Text/Li Jiarong
The Yangtze River flows for thousands of miles, and the lonely sail is a sandbar.
The water of Dongting Lake is 3,000 hectares, half of which is light and half sad.
"Alone Step"
Text/Li Jiarong
The leaves of the bridgehead swirl alone, and the wind and fresh water smoke in the middle of the night.
A bright moon of three thousand miles, does not change the clear light like last year.
《[越调]天净沙•西风大雁芦花》
Text/Li Jiarong
The west wind geese and reed flowers, and the waning moon in the river bay crows.
The distant trees are long and empty and the wilderness is open.
Autumn thoughts are infinite, just because you are at the end of the world.
"Seven Uniques: Encounter"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Whose tree has 3,000 fruits?
The night moon soars to respect the less, and the two watches are counted carefully.
"Seven Laws: Don't Be an Official's Villa"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The mirror water only seeks the peace of the villa, and the people's hearts have been wide since ancient times.
桥霜近瀑晴还雨，岭雪穿花夜不寒。
The green willow is high and deep and can move the moon, and the red vine Maoyue can bully the orchid?
The green mountains are green and green, and the undead souls are drunk and happy.
Two Miscellaneous Poems of the Twilight Rain
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
(a)
The wind and rain listen to the zither strings, and the words in the poem are interested.
When the autumn leaves fall in the world, let me spend the last years in the rhyme.
(b)
Listen to the wind strings at will, and don't ask the sky about the poetry of the guests.
世上佳音秋暮雨？呼儿净土度华年。
Mid-Autumn Moon
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The moon is deep in the water shadow, and now the hiking is in the autumn of this year.
It's already a good matchmaker night, and you should laugh at the clouds and look at the wild goose tower.
"Seven Uniques: Looking at the Island"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The island flies with thousands of gulls, and the fragrance floats in the distant mountains with white waves.
Comb the morning drizzle and climb the high shore, muttering to himself that he is drunk and let go of the boat.
"Too often to lead to the Grand View Tower"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
The red and green are full of heavy and heavy, and it is the most liberating.
The gull is in the colorful clouds, singing is, Kunming Yurong.
西山淡淡，滇池暖暖，绝妙两仙童。
Tired guests are also heroes, and there are thousands of years of ancient style in the pen.
"Too often to lead to the stork's tower"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
风光自古嫁名流，仗剑为金瓯。
Love and hate are in a dilemma, and they can't write endlessly, and they are full of hatreds.
The ancient crossing of the long river, the land of the Central Plains, the sunset dyes the boat.
Go to the next level and ask who is at the end of the world.
"Too Often Introduced: Poolside"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
A pool of spring water ripples, ducklings race in front of people.
The shore willow brushes the fragrant shoulder, so that the silk wool and the wind melt the edge.
The new swallow, the reborn butterfly, calls me to my side.
Sick wine to the swing, ask if you remember, when the teenager.
"Too often to lead to the building"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
Since ancient times, the country has been married, and the victory has to go upstairs.
What is the reward for love and hate?
The flowering period is dark, acacia and then vomit, and the spring and autumn are all drunk.
For whom the sword is kept, in the dark night, the starlight is shining.
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