Poems describing loneliness in autumn

This poem describes the loneliness in autumn:

1, the autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation shakes and the frost is exposed, and the geese bid farewell to the geese. I miss you and your guests, and my heart breaks. I miss my hometown, so why should I leave it for a long time to send it to each other?

A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

3. Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

4, singing in the west, thinking deeply in the south crown. I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.

5. Break the boundaries of pedestrians. In the first call of autumn, a wild goose comes from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

6. A cold wind is blowing from the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? . The geese never answered me, and the rivers, lakes and seas were flooded by rain.

7. An abandoned city wall was above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset flooded the mountain peak.

8. Tonight, in the cold night breeze, a cicada is singing and pressing on my heart.

9. Gutai is always homesick in autumn.

10, raindrops brighten yellow leaves, and lights illuminate my white-haired head.

1 1, here, on the Huai River, there is a fallen leaf, which consciously makes waves in Dongting.

Now the yellow leaves shake with the strong wind, but wind instruments and fiddling instruments keep the blue house happy.

13, the soft leaves of a foreign tree, the cold light of a lantern, lonely at night.

The cry of wild geese makes my sad heart sad and is surrounded by gloomy mountains.

On the river between the green maples, the autumn sails are getting dark, and there are only a few old trees beside the white God wall.

Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.

I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness. The moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me.

/kloc-On the edge of the river in October and August, wild geese come from Tatar, which is thinner along the Huaihe River and Harrison, and the Nanshan Mountain is wider.

19, can I follow your footsteps in the autumn grass, or only the setting sun passes through the bleak Woods? .