Xu Zhimo’s poems about autumn (What poems does Xu Zhimo have about autumn)

1. What poems does Xu Zhimo have about autumn?

Autumn Language (Xu Zhimo)

Autumn rain falls on a first-class cold autumn pool,

< p> In a haggard autumn willow,

On a timid autumn branch,

On an autumn leaf that is about to turn yellow,

Listen to your kindness The squeaking and squeaking,

whispering the love story of three autumns,

the love story,

the autumn halo that gently brushed him off in the autumn water. Inside,

a whirlpool and a half,

follow the autumn flow.

The whispers of autumn rain,

The sentiments of three autumns,

The plot of love poems,

also fall in the autumn halo of autumn water and autumn waves. Inside,

a whirlpool and a half,

follow the autumn flow. "Autumn Insect" by Xu Zhimo Autumn Insect Autumn Insect, why are you here? The world is no longer as leisurely as it used to be; this ointment and this white dew are also idle: of no use anymore, these poems! Gold is people's new favorite. She occupies the day and dominates the dream! Love: Like the stars in the daytime, she has long since avoided and disappeared. Even after dark, they are not allowed to come back. There are always dark clouds in the sky. And Lianshi also took a long vacation. He hides in the desert and lives at home. The flowers are blooming but can’t bear any fruit. His thoughts have been raped by doctrine and he suffers! Don't tell me that you are having a boring life, you are still following behind! This half is also the laziness of the soul. He likes to hide in the garden and grow vegetables. "No matter," he said; "Listen to him and let him become ugly---become a pig, a maggot, a toad, a dog... The sun passes the sky. I am so ashamed that I hide my face. The moon is gone and refuses to be round. On that day, humanity will really be extinguished. I will come again to ring the bell of revolution!" 2. Poems about Autumn

"Autumn Evening" "On the River" Liu Dabai's birds returning to their nests, even though they are naked, still carry the setting sun back.

With a flip of the wings, the setting sun falls on the river; the white-headed reeds also turn into a flash of beauty. "Autumn Morning" by Yu Gengyu Farewell, the dark night filled with stars and frost, I have suffered the sin that cannot be washed away by holy water. You stepped on my back. Welcome, Dongshu, you have been resurrected! At this last moment, I opened my eyes and hugged Taishan Muniu with both hands? The leaves tremble, the flowers dance, and you are intoxicated by the sounds of the market, until you shed tears of joy! "Traveling in Shanghai and Hangzhou" Xu Zhimo Hurry! Urgent! Urgent! A cigarette, a mountain, a few cloud shadows, a stream of water, a bridge, the sound of an oar, a forest of pine trees, a clump of bamboo, and red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, as clear and blurry as a dream, Blanking, - push, push, push! Is it the wheel or the time? It makes Qiurong grow old and makes her life grow old! "Whispers" Xu Zhimo's autumn rain is in a first-class cold autumn pool, in a haggard autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, on an autumn leaf that is about to turn yellow, listening to his affectionate chirping, whispering the feelings of three autumns. Love affairs, love words and plots, at the end of the day, gently brushed him into the autumn haze of the autumn water, swirled and half, and followed the autumn flow.

The whispers of autumn rain, the sentiments of three autumns, and the plots of love poems also fall into the autumn halo of autumn water and autumn waves, swirling and turning, and follow the autumn flow. "Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo Autumn Moon! Who can withstand the romantic tickling of silver fingertips? I don’t believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea. I can’t help but feel the jade fingers caressing me, wandering there and crying! That's it: the boring clouds and smoke, the beauty of the autumn moon, warmed the heart and cold eyes, and put on light clothes in the cold to participate in this happy marriage and funeral.

"Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo also has the moonlight. It was played tonight because we are all looking up - look at it, a plump and charming figure, emerging from the clouds as black as a mob. Rising——seeing extraordinarily bright and round. It unfolds on the road, it floats on the water, it is immersed in the water bottom where the water plants are entangled like melancholy; it stares at the battlements of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its clarity, it touches the scattered In the tomb ruins outside and inside the city, amidst the constant calls of the old birds, the old and new ghosts who want to see each other are standing close to each other like us, their eyes are shining, chewing the bone-deep coolness: the lingering silvery poetry is like The star phosphorus on the water's surface is flying in the dew-filled sky.

Listen to the chants of the four fields - the eternal humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, the darkness and darkness embrace the fire and lightning, in this quiet autumn night and the autumn fields In the vastness, the greatness of "dissolution" unfolds a baby's smile in the depths of all subtleties! "Autumn Dream" Dai Wangshu The distant shepherd's sheep bell shook down the light leaves. The dream of autumn is light, it is the love of a graceful shepherd girl.

So my dream came quietly, but it carried the heavy weight of the past. Oh, now, I've got some chills, some chills, and some blues.

"Frost Flowers" Dai Wangshu The frost flowers in September, the frost flowers in October, the pretty girl of fog, bloom to my temples.

Decorated with autumn leaves, you decorated the monotonous death, the mist's charming girl, come and hairpin your beautiful flowers for me.

Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun no longer reignites the ashes of death. I quietly watch the fall of my hair, and then I welcome the autumn decorated by you.

"Autumn" Du Yunxie Even the pigeon whistle emits a mature tone. The summer with noisy rain showers has passed. No longer think about the severe and sweltering test, the detailed memories of dangerous swimming.

Having experienced the breaking of the ground in the spring, the distortion and injury of the young buds as they grow, these branches have also been wild under the scorching sun, and almost lost their way in the rainy night. Now, there are no floating clouds in the ordinary sky, the mountains and rivers are clear, and the vision is extremely broad; it is the season when wisdom and emotion are mature, and the river water seems to come from a deeper source.

After fermentation, the turbulent air flow turns into transparent wine in the valley; which autumn breeze is blowing? The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. The street trees also use red to hint at something, and the wheels of bicycles are shining with vitality; the long arms of tower cranes point into the distance at high altitudes, and the autumn sun scans the harvest information above.

"Jiangnan Grass" Li Ji In the autumn when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, I came to Jiangnan for the first time. Although I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, your beauty exceeded my imagination a thousand times.

Looking at your splendid city, the most beautiful pictures have lost their color; walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal chants seem pale. I am ashamed of your beauty: I cannot find a single word in my vocabulary to describe you.

People say: "There is heaven above, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below." Heaven is just a fantasy that people weave in your image. I know that your magic and beauty cannot be revealed in autumn, and all I see is just a blade of grass among your thousands of miles of flowers.

But I am going back, and I am going back with this blade of grass. I'm going to take this blade of grass to the desert, I'm going to take this blade of grass back to my hometown.

I want to plant it on the Gobi Desert, and I want to say this to my fellow villagers: "Water it with our sweat, and let our great Gobi become like Jiangnan!" "Autumn Song - Part 1" Guo Xiaochuan Autumn is here, the wild geese are calling; the sun in the clear sky is redder and more delicate! The ears of grain are ripe, the sound of cicadas has disappeared; life on earth is sweeter and better! The green pines on the coast are filled with wind and waves; the sweet-scented osmanthus in the south of the Yangtze River fills the avenue with fragrance. The horses on the grassland have grown fat; the green mountains in the northeast are covered with snow caps.

Oh, autumn, autumn water, autumn moon, none of them have been marked with our hard work! Oh, autumn flowers, autumn fruits, and autumn red leaves, none of them have been soaked in our sweat! The mountains of history are layer upon layer! We climbed another hundred steps up a ten-foot-high slope. The journey of the battle is endless! We have traversed thousands of hectares of desert sand and thousands of miles of snow.

Looking back, the fortress is strong, the ditch is deep, and the west wind is strong. I ask: Who doesn’t caress the child with his hand and sigh? Wild fire in the wind, it will never be extinguished! There are as many dangerous passes as there are brave ranks. The fishing boat in the waves, as light as a butterfly! How great the difficulty is, how strong the courage is.

I once followed the brigade to fight through the vast night, and now I sing "The great pass and the long road are really like iron". I once visited the Huangyang Realm with my comrades in arms. The White Army at that time did not know where to die in the wilderness! Only the water of the rivers continues to surge, and the red flag of battle never arrives! Only a heroic day for warriors. 3. Classic sentences from Xu Zhimo's "Autumn" prose

1) Maybe. This is just a dream. A broken dream. The flowers wither and fade. It was still miserable at the end. Meet and fall in love. In the end, they still broke up.

2) At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone. Don’t ask for results, don’t ask for peers, don’t ask for what you once had, and don’t even ask for your love for me, just ask for the most beautiful thing in me. In my time, I met you.

3) The villain knows how to advance but not retreat. He cannot bear to live in complicity and is non-cooperative. In order to maintain his personality, he only knows right and wrong in his life, and never regards people as a unit.

4) Will you suddenly show up at the coffee shop on the corner of the street? I will greet you with a smile on my face. I won’t talk about the past, just greetings and say one thing to you, just one thing. haven't seen you for a long time. 4. Modern poems describing the beauty of autumn

Modern poems about autumn

1. "Autumn Dream"

Dai Wangshu

Yuan The distant shepherdess's sheep bell,

shook down the light leaves.

Autumn dreams are light,

It is the love of a graceful shepherd girl.

So my dream came quietly,

But it carried the heavy weight of the past.

Oh, now, I've got some chills,

Some chills, and some melancholy.

(January 1931)

2. "Autumn Moon"

Xu Zhimo

Autumn Moon!

Who can withstand silver fingertips

Romantic tickling!

If you don’t believe it, just look at the light waves of the sea.

You can’t help it.

The caress of the jade fingers,

lingering there. Weeping!

That’s it:

The boring clouds and smoke,

The beauty of the autumn moon,

It warms the heart and the cold eyes,

I also put on light clothes in a cool manner,

to participate in this

happy marriage and funeral.

(October 6, 1922)

3. "Cars in Shanghai and Hangzhou"

Xu Zhimo

Hurry Hurry! Urgent! Urgent!

A cigarette, a mountain, a few cloud shadows,

A stream of water, a bridge, the sound of an oar,

A forest of pine trees, a clump of bamboo , the red leaves are in full bloom:

The colorful fields, the colorful autumn scenery,

Dream-like clarity, blur, and fading,——

Urgent, urging, urging ! Is it the wheel or the time?

It makes Qiurong grow old, and it makes her life grow old!

(1928)

4. "Whispers"

Xu Zhimo

Autumn rain falls on a first-class cool autumn pool,

In a haggard autumn willow,

On a timid autumn branch,

On an autumn leaf that is about to turn yellow,

< p> Listen to him whispering affectionately,

Whispering about the love affairs and plots of the three autumns,

When he comes, he gently brushes him into the autumn halo of autumn water and autumn waves. ,

A vortex and a half turn,

Follow the autumn flow.

The whispers of autumn rain,

The sentiments of three autumns,

The plot of love poems,

also fall in the autumn halo of autumn water and autumn waves. Inside,

a whirlpool and a half,

follow the autumn flow. 5. Urgent poems about autumn

"Ascending Xuancheng in Autumn and Seeing the North Tower in Xie Tiao" by Li Bai of Tang Dynasty In the picturesque river city, you can see the mountains at dawn and the clear sky.

The rain caught the bright mirror, and the rainbow fell on the twin bridges. The crowds are cold, the orange and pomelo trees are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees.

Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind. "Staying at Jiande River" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.

The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people. Climbing Lanshan Mountain in autumn sent a picture to Meng Haoran of the Five Tang Dynasties. In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy.

Climb high only when we look at each other, and our hearts will fly away with the geese. Worry arises in the dusk, happiness arises in the autumn.

Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest. The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon.

Why should you bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? "Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty, silver candles painted the screen in the cold autumn light, and small fans fluttered at the flowing fireflies.

The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega. "Climbing High" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty. The wind is strong and the sky is high. The ape whistles in mourning, and the white bird flies back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.

The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage.

Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy. "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. The dusk clouds are all overflowing with coldness, and the silver man is turning the jade plate silently.

This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? "Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi's clear light thousands of miles away is unimaginable, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world.

Who has been garrisoning outside Long for a long time? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court? The old concubine who fell out of favor returned to the courtyard at night, when the old general did not go upstairs. The Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away from his knowledge.

Words describing autumn: "Su Mu Zhe" Fan Zhong of the Song Dynasty flooded the sky with blue clouds, yellow leaves on the ground, waves of autumn colors, and green smoke on the waves. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, except every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.

"The Proud Fisherman" Fan Zhong of the Song Dynasty was flooded with water and the scenery was strange when autumn came. The geese in Hengyang left without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides.

Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.

The ground is covered with frost. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.

Era: Tang Author: Li Qiao Works: Wind Content: Three autumn leaves fall, and February flowers bloom. Thousands of feet of waves are crossing the river, and thousands of bamboo poles are sloping into it.

Mountain Walk Du Muyuan went up the sloping stone path of Hanshan Mountain, and there were people living deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.

A poem describing autumn "On the River in Autumn Evening" Liu Dabai's birds returning to their nests, even though they are naked, still carry the setting sun back. With a flip of the wings, the setting sun falls on the river; the white-headed reeds also turn into a flash of beauty.

(1923) "Pigeon" Hu Shi The clouds are clear and the sky is high, what a late autumn atmosphere! There is a group of pigeons playing in the sky.

Watching them in twos and threes, going back and forth in circles, they seemed to be in a hurry - suddenly, the ground turned over and reflected the sun, and the white feathers lined the blue sky, which was very bright! (1918) "Autumn Morning" Farewell to Gengyu, on a dark night filled with stars and frost, I have endured the evil that cannot be washed away by holy water, and you have stepped on my back. Welcome, Dongshu, you are here again. Resurrected! In this last moment, I opened my eyes and hugged the sun's feet with both hands, watching the leaves tremble, the flowers dancing, and listening to the sound of the market, I was intoxicated until I shed tears of joy! (1934) "Cars in Shanghai and Hangzhou" Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Urgent! Urgent! A cigarette, a mountain, a few cloud shadows, a stream of water, a bridge, the sound of an oar, a forest of pine trees, a clump of bamboo, and red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, as clear and blurry as a dream, Blanking,—hurry, hurry, hurry! Is it the wheel or the time? It makes Qiurong grow old and makes her life grow old! (1928) "Whispers" Xu Zhimo listens to his affectionate and cordial chattering in the autumn rain in a first-class cold autumn pond, in a haggard autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, and on an autumn leaf that is about to turn yellow. Whispering, whispering about the love affairs and plots of Sanqiu, before gently blowing him into the autumn halo of the autumn water, swirling and half-turning, and following the autumn flow.

The whispers of the autumn rain, the sentiments of the three autumns, and the plots of love poems also fell into the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves, swirling and turning, and followed the autumn flow. (July 21, 1922) "Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo Autumn Moon! Who can withstand the romantic tickling of silver fingertips? I don’t believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea. I can’t help but caress them with their jade fingers, and they are lingering and crying there! That's it: the boring clouds and smoke, the beauty of the autumn moon, warmed my heart and cold eyes, and I put on light clothes coldly to participate in this happy marriage and funeral.

(October 6, 1922) "Autumn Moon" Xu Zhimo is also in the moonlight, tonight, because we are all looking up - look at it, a plump and charming , rising from the clouds that were as black as mobs - they looked extraordinarily bright and round. It unfolds on the road, it floats on the water, it is immersed in the water bottom where the water plants are entangled like melancholy; it stares at the battlements of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its clarity, it touches the scattered In the tomb ruins outside and inside the city, amidst the constant calls of the old birds, old and new ghosts who want to see each other are standing close to each other like us, with their eyes shining, chewing the bone-chilling coolness: the lingering silvery poetry is like Star phosphorus on the water surface dances in the dew-filled sky.

Listen to the chants of the four fields - the eternal humble harmony, sadness mixed with joy, hatred and love, darkness and darkness embracing fire and lightning, in this quiet autumn night and the autumn fields In the vastness, the greatness of "dissolution" unfolds a baby's smile in the depths of all subtleties! (October 1930) "Autumn Dream" Dai Wangshu's distant shepherd's bell shook the light leaves. The dream of autumn is light, it is the love of a graceful shepherd.

So my dream came quietly, but it carried the heavy weight of the past. Oh, now, I have some chills, some chills, and some blues.

(January 1931) "Frost Flowers" Dai Wangshu The frost flowers in September, the frost flowers in October, the pretty girls of fog, bloom at my temples. Decorating the autumn leaves, you decorate the monotonous death. The charming girl of fog, come and hairpin your beautiful flowers for me.

Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun no longer reignites the ashes of death. I quietly watch the fall of my hair, and then I welcome the autumn decorated by you.

(October 1935) "Autumn" Du Yunxie's pigeon whistle even sounded a mature tone. The summer with noisy rain showers has passed. No longer think about the severe and sweltering test, the detailed memories of dangerous swimming.

Having experienced the breaking of the ground in the spring, the distortion and injury of the young buds as they grow, these branches have also been wild under the scorching sun and almost lost their way in the rainy night. Now, there are no floating clouds in the ordinary sky, the mountains and rivers are clear, and the vision is extremely broad; it is the season when wisdom and emotion are mature, and the river water seems to come from a deeper source.

The turbulent air flow is fermented in the valley. 6. Appreciation of Xu Zhimo’s Poetry Autumn

This is a relatively famous poem by Xu Zhimo in his later period. Published in the second issue of "Poetry Magazine" on April 30, 1931, and was included in "Tiger Collection". This poem was written by the author for his friend Ms. Lin Huiyin who was ill. To understand this poem, we should first understand the author's state of mind when he wrote this poem. Xu Zhimo was born in Haining, Zhejiang in 1897. In 1915, at the order of his parents, he married Zhang Youyi, the sister of Zhang Junli, a political figure at the time. In the spring of 1921, when Xu Zhimo was studying abroad at Cambridge University, he fell deeply in love with the beautiful and talented Lin Huiyin. But Lin Huiyin proposed that Xu Zhimo must divorce before falling in love with him. In March 1922, Xu Zhimo divorced Zhang Youyi in Berlin. Unfortunately, the divorced Xu Zhimo still did not get the love of Lin Huiyin. In 1921, Lin Huiyin had already returned to China with his father. In nth month of 1923, when Xu Zhimo, who was deeply lovesick, returned from overseas all the way, Lin Huiyin had fallen in love with Liang Qichao's son Liang Sicheng, and Xu Zhimo's pursuit naturally came to nothing. I have to suppress my worries and drink the waves alone. In 925 Wei, Xu Zhimo fell in love with Lu Xiaoman, a famous beauty in the capital. Until he died in a plane crash in n month 1931.

This new poem was written by Xu Zhimo to Lin Huiyin in the last year of his life; at that time, Lin Huiyin, the wife of Liang Sicheng, was recuperating from lung disease in Xiangshan. Xu Zhimo went to visit her and saw his former lover haggard.

After returning to his apartment, in the silence of the night, he wrote this popular lyric poem, which expresses the poet's delicate feelings for his former lover and today's best friend that are beyond friendship and different from love.

The poet faintly sketched the night view of Xiangshan Residence, and all the words he could not express fell on the word "I don't know": I think the moonlight and the clear wind must be the same in the mountains tonight; and Are there the same feelings in the same scene? People who are sick should know that there are still people silently paying attention to you under the same clear light! It's a pity that I can't come and I can't come. Although my body is bound in this way, my heart and soul are free. "I want to ride the wind back", blending into the soft wind, hovering over you, turning into a touch of brilliance, sprinkled in front of your window, like a green pine leaf sneaking into your window Dreamland. But how can I disturb your sound sleep? How can we stir up the calm emotional heartbeat again? So I can only watch your sleep with a gentle sigh. "Soft as a sigh - it won't disturb your sleep!" At this point, the emotional waves have reached its peak, and the thoughts are so intense, but all of them are wrapped in a gentle and considerate heart membrane. It is not like a love poem. Such direct expression is not as restrained as the poems given by friends, which express the waves of emotions in a delicate and subtle way. 7. Poems about Autumn

"Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

Zhu Xuan returns to Huan Nu.

"Ascending Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The river city is like a painting, with mountains at dawn and clear sky. The rain catches the bright mirror, and a rainbow falls on the two bridges.

The population is cold and the orange pomelo is cold.

The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love.

On what day the Hulu will be leveled, where will the bright moon be seen next year? Who wants to read the North Tower?

The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.

The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?

"Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, the light rug has been thinned and has not been changed, and the sand is walking across the river to rest. Feel free to rest in the spring fragrance. The trees are low in the open sky, the lotuses are moving under the fishing boat, and the jade rabbit and silver toad are far away. Every now and then I see people returning to the village, the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes, and the autumn colors of the old sycamore trees.

Climbing Lanshan in Autumn and sending a picture to Meng Haoran from the Five Tang Dynasties

In the white clouds of Beishan, the hermit feels happy. When we look at each other, we climb high, and our hearts follow the wild geese.

Sorrow arises at dusk.

The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.

"Climbing High" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the excitement is the autumn hair.

"Staying on the Jiande River" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

Moving the boat to Yanzhu, thanking the Duke in the face of the wind? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court?

It was the night when the old concubine returned to the hospital after falling out of favor, and the old general did not go upstairs.

According to him, how many people are heartbroken, and the guests are worried about the new things at dusk.

"Mid-Autumn Moon" by Tang Bai Juyi

Thousands of miles of clear light cannot be thought of, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world.

If there is a long campaign outside Long, the king and grandson can stay.

I have been playing with the silver zheng diligently for a long time, but I am too timid to return to the empty room.

"Midnight Autumn Song" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

There is a moon in Chang'an, a small fan flutters at the fireflies, the moon is clear on the river, and the white birds fly back from the clear sand in Zhu.

Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy.

"Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.

This night will not last long in this life.

"Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty

Gui Po's first birth, the autumn dew is faint