Poems about autumn travel

1. Poems describing autumn travel

The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. ——Wang Bo's "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"

The moon is setting and the sky is full of crows and frost, and Jiang Feng and fishing fire are facing melancholy. ——Zhang Ji "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge/Night Mooring on Fengjiang River"

Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time, but I say that autumn is better than spring. ——Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems"

The wild geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green. ——Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"

The scenery is different when autumn comes, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. ——Fan Zhongyan, "Fishermen's Proud Autumn Thoughts"

One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves. ——Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc·Yizhongshan"

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February. ——Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"

There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty Thick Clouds and Worry of Everlasting Days"

The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.