Autumn is coming, and the weather is getting cold.

Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.

When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.

Su Muzhe Song Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke on the waves.

The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.