Guan's autumn famous saying

The west wind sent away the splendor of summer in a friendly way. The fiery red sun seems to have become gentle and tired. We are trying our best to fill every fruit. Brewing mellow wine is our inner kindness. Leaves in loneliness, chrysanthemums in joy. In the sparse Woods, I picked up the bitterness of autumn. The night falls gently, and the stars put loneliness in it. Listening to the girl's song, the wind is her string? Senses will soar like birds, and life is a vast coast. I prefer the charm of the sea and the clear, lofty and blue sky.

The autumn sun rises gracefully. The leaves fluttered gently. The green years are full of beautiful colors. Sightseeing is the most important thing. Torches and maple forests on both sides of the avenue. The branches carved by time are gorgeous. A clear vein washed by wind and rain. Into a colorful world. The sky is swaying in the distance. The sound of books nearby is loud and clear. I listened to the indoctrination for a long time. Appreciating pictures is the most. Villagers inside and outside the city. The smiling face painted by time. Blooming new faces are full of pure hearts. A beautiful waltz was born.

I dare not touch this season in front of me, for fear of meeting your wound buried in the wind. So I have to be silent, as silent as autumn. Until miss was washed naked by autumn rain, even Ye Er added some blush. I had to hide you in a poem, but I didn't expect the poem to be left in autumn. Nowhere to find. You are Qiu, and Qiu is also you.

Dead leaves dance with the wind, acorns beat on the asphalt pavement, making a banging sound, and the hard and dry sound spread in all directions. At this time, the diligent squirrel was so busy with food for the winter that his face changed.

Autumn. The weather is getting colder. The wind contains frost. The days are short and the nights are long. Dawn is dusk. The ancient sunset road is bleak. Harp and pipa are lingering. Singing, dancing and smelling the flowers. The hot sun warms people's hearts. Walk quietly. Share with ... Gaze. Chang.

Autumn. Where is the bitter search for autumn? . The residual leaves startled the wind and swept away the monk's eyebrows. Who plays the flute in Shili Pavilion when crossing the high moon and cold mountain at night? I worry about myself every night. I drink with lonely shadows.

The autumn wind sent a hint of coolness and shook down the broken flowers all over the floor. Time not only makes people old, but also flowers leave the branches. Who is this time, still waiting?

Autumn, the season of falling leaves. Autumn, a season of golden osmanthus fragrance. Autumn is a season in Jinguoping Township. Autumn, a beautiful and barren season.

Ginkgo biloba leaves, like yellow flowers, are covered with branches. The wind blows away Hua Hudie and flies, and the golden color floats all over the ground. The north wind boldly stirs Kun.

Autumn wind bursts, dead leaves swaying; Young people always think that time is passing, not life. ...

Look at flowers in spring and leaves in autumn, and there is no shortage of red, purple, yellow and green. I advise you to forget your troubles and enjoy them.

The autumn wind is rustling and the breeze is blowing, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Day after day is wasted, red beans miss the city …

Blue sky and yellow flowers, the west wind is tight, and geese fly north and south. Who is drunk in the frost forest in the morning? Always in tears.

Autumn. Tired hearts touch dreams and knock on windows on rainy nights. Light and half covered, occasionally feel the coolness of autumn.

Since you left, there is no late autumn, only fallen flowers, no sadness.

I was afraid it would be cold on a moonlit night and autumn night, so he came back by mistake.

Quite picky. I want to drink three glasses and two light wines.