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Poems about sleeping in autumn

1. What are the poems that describe "Autumn rain makes sleeping comfortable"

The poems that describe "Autumn rain makes sleeping comfortable" are as follows:

1. New rain in an empty mountain Later, the weather became late and autumn came. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn"

Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain. Night falls and the air is cool, as if it has already arrived in autumn.

2. The autumn rain falls on the road in Xiaoxiao Mountain, and the wind blows along the Xixixi stream. ——Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, "On the Road to Qiupu"

Translation: The autumn rain keeps falling on the mountain road, and the pitter-patter stream wind blows the pampas grass beside the stream.

3. In the late night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. ——Lu You of the Northern Song Dynasty, "The Storm and the Rain on November 4th"

Translation: The night was almost over, I was lying on the bed and heard the sound of the wind and rain, and dreamed in a daze that I was riding on a horse Iron-clad war horses crossed the frozen river to conquer the northern battlefield.

4. The rain is cold in autumn, the wind is clear and the river is cool. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Reward Pei Shiyu with a gift when he feels the rain"

Translation: The autumn rain is steep, the chill is solemn, the north wind is bleak, and the autumn river is refreshing

5. Lianxiao Pulse His pulse was pounding again, and he seemed to be weeping in front of the lamp. ——Cao Xueqin of the Qing Dynasty, "Farewell·Autumn Window Stormy Evening"

Translation: The continuous autumn rain all night is like crying with the person who is about to leave.

6. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows up the stone. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn"

Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and the fall of night makes people feel that it is early autumn.

7. After the lights went out, I slept to the sound of beautiful rain. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Sleep in the Autumn Rain"

Translation: After blowing out the lamp, I lay down to sleep late, and gradually fell asleep to the sound of the autumn rain.

8. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"

Translation: In February, the drizzle during the apricot blossom season stained my clothes, making them seem wet but not wet, and the oncoming wind blowing the willows blew gently on my face. There was no chill at all.

9. In the rustling autumn rain, there is light pomegranate diarrhea. The jumping waves gradually spread out, and the egret fell back in surprise. ——"Luan Jia Lai" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: The stream in the valley is winding and unpredictable. Sometimes there are deep pools, and sometimes there are rapids. Although the water is turbulent, there are numerous swimming fish and egrets often look for food here. While the egret was concentrating on waiting for the food, the rapids collided with the solid rocks, and the splashed water droplets hit the egret like pebbles, scaring it so hard that it spread its wings and flew away. When it realized that this was a false alarm, it flew down peacefully and landed where it was. 2. Does anyone know a poem about sleeping in spring, summer, autumn and winter?

Spring

"Spring Snow" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty: "There is no youth in the new year. In early February, I was surprised to see grass buds. The white snow was too late for spring, so the trees in the garden were filled with flying flowers. The cloudy summer is long, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond. The water curtain is moving and the breeze is blowing, and the whole yard is filled with the fragrance of roses. "

Autumn

"Song of the Sea" by Liu Deren of the Tang Dynasty < /p>

The countryside and wells are separated from each other, and the poverty makes the eyes sad. The stranger lives in another place, and the Mid-Autumn Festival falls under the snow.

The wild goose lifts its wings, and the river flows into the river. The general is unwilling to suffer, so he seeks the title of marquis here.

Winter

Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty wrote in "Written in the Mid-Twelve Month of Guimao Year to Respect My Congdi": "The wind is desolate in the evening of the year, and the sun is covered with snow. There is no hope in my ears. "The sound is clean in the eyes." 3. Poems describing sleep

Poems describing sleep are:

1. Song Dynasty Lu You's "Inscription on the Wall of Laoxue'an": Too common people are happy without Sighing with sorrow, aging and withered appearance, less sleep.

Translation: In a peaceful world, people are happy and have no worries, but I am so old that I can’t sleep.

2. "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: How can I get wet all night long if I have no sleep due to loss of sleep?

Translation: Since the Anshi Rebellion, I have had very little time to sleep. The nights are long, the house is leaky and the bed is wet. How can I stay until dawn?

3. "Ten Insomnia Poems" by Fang Hui of the Song Dynasty: On a cold and snowy night, I am sleeping in front of a dark lamp. Always thinking too much often leads to less sleep.

Translation: On a cold snowy night, I lay on the pillow in front of a dim lamp. I never sleep well because I think too much.

4. Pre-Qin · "Guan Ju": If you don't get what you want, stay awake and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning.

Translation: I pursue but cannot get her, so I miss her day and night. The long thoughts make me toss and turn and make it difficult to fall asleep.

5. Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan's "Fishermen's Proud Autumn Thoughts": When people are sleepless, the general's hair turns white and his husband sheds tears.

Translation: It was late at night, and the soldiers could not sleep peacefully: the general's beard and hair turned white because of the military affairs; the soldiers guarded the border for a long time and shed sad tears.

Extended information:

Poets of all ages attached great importance to sleep and often wrote about it in their poems.

Bai Juyi's poem of the Tang Dynasty goes: "Eating vegetables in the morning and evening, sleeping in the middle of the day, that's all for a day. It has been like this for three years." It expresses the author's yearning for a simple life, a life of poverty and happiness. Indeed, in life, as long as you eat well and sleep well, what else is there to be dissatisfied about? 4. What are the poems that describe "sleep"?

When I go to sleep, my heart is empty and my thoughts are exhausted. Recently, I don't have many dreams of hometown.

--Bai Juyi wakes up early. He goes to bed with his bun in a half-breasted bun, and comes out of the hall with his corolla untidy. --Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Sorrow. I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. --Meng Haoran's spring sleep. It rained and the wind blew last night, and the remaining wine was not washed away by a heavy sleep.

--Li Qingzhao's Ru Meng Ling Words describing sleep: Ouyang Shu's sentence It's been the dream year since I left home. Liu Xuxu's poem "Returning to a dream is like spring water, lingering around my hometown."

Xue Ying's poem: The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams. Duan Chengshi Sentence: A plague of lice prevents you from returning to your dream, and the noise of insects breaks through the dawn.

Duan Chengshi's sentence: I think about the nectar in my dream, and I cherish the lamp in my words. Sikong Tu Sentence: The ground is cool and the cranes dream, the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn.

Zhao Gu's poem "The crane returns to Songdao and writes absolutely nothing, and the wind in Orange Island brings out the fragrance of dreams." Xiong Jiao's poem: After waking up from a dream of being tired of listening to the singing of birds, when spring is over and the flowers are falling.

Meng Bin's sentence "The fairy bird returned to the sky and dreamed of it. The Qing Dynasty did not feel guilty about itself." Zhang Zi's Dream Sentences: Heaven knows that I remember this person, so that I can see him in my dreams.

Li Pin’s sentence: Just a five-character sentence will take a lifetime. ("Bei Meng Suoyan") Li Yuan's sentence: Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for a fleeting year.

("Northern Dream Suoyan"). Li Jingrang's sentence: One hundred thousand households in Chengdu are like a feather.

(See "Bei Meng Suoyan") Yang Juyuan's sentence "Three swords dreamed of Yizhou, and one arrow captured Liaocheng." (See "Chronicle" below).

Lu Zhao’s poem: You dream of the moonlit sun, and remember the songs of the Mid-Autumn Festival. (See "Yuezhou Prefecture Annals").

Han Xie's Three Recollections When I recall my sleep, I am sleepy with spring dreams. The jade hairpin hangs down from the pillow.

Tan Yongzhi's sentence "The flowing water is familiar with the world, and the fallen flowers are tired of the worldly work in spring dreams." ("Yiseng") Wu Bin's sentence: The mandarin heron guest has not left the trace, but the dream soul first arrived at the partridge village.

("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army Hu Feng was shocked thousands of miles away, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty was brighter. Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage coming out.

Miscellaneous Songs and Songs by Linghu Chu·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. You are walking on the mountain, and I am dreaming in your boudoir. Thousands of jade chopsticks fell, and the silver bed was half empty.

Linghu Chu’s Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. Sleeping on a beautiful mat in the spring, watching through the screen window at dawn. In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning.

*** Miscellaneous Songs·Liu Che There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping. The sound has been lost recently, and I look at the king's door all day long.

*** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Longevity Girl The clouds send rain to Guanxi, and the wind spreads to Weibei for autumn. The lonely lamp is like a guest's dream, and the cold pestle is causing homesickness.

*** Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Da Yue Yue (Shang Tune) It is difficult to shed tears, but jade is easy to sell. The beauty goes with the bright moon, but the dream soul is far away.

Wang Ji wrote on the wall of the hotel: Last night the bottle was empty, now the urn is about to be opened. After interpreting the dream in a dream, he came to the restaurant.

Zhang Wenshou's Dayu Le It's hard to shed all the tears, but it's easy to sell the broken jade. If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will never be far away.

Questions from the Song Dynasty Answer to Tian Zhengjun Where did I go when I traveled to the mountains? I returned to Yiluojian late. When I returned to bed, I suddenly dreamed of being in Songqiu Mountain.

Song Zhiwen returned to Lingnan in Jingzhou. On a three-autumn day in Mengze, there was a cloud in the sky. He also returned the egret feathers and rejoined the group of partridges.

Zhang Shuo: Five poems about entering Zhuyu Mountain on the 9th. The evening festival celebrates the ninth day, and there are five thousand people on the high mountain. I met a saint when I was drunk, and I saw an immortal in my dream.

Shen Ruyun's Two Poems on a Boudoir's Complaint It's hard to send all the books, and I'm worried about having too many dreams. I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp.

Zheng Gu Gu lived in Zhijingshe for the rest of half a century in Western Shu after the rebellion... The four rhymes are used to hang it. Every time I think about hearing the pure words, I face the Zen bed on a rainy night. We haven't seen each other again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall.

Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was hurt. The dream revolves around the long pine tower, burning a stick of incense in the distance.

Xu Bin Night mooring in Jingshan and meeting relatives and friends. The mountains and the sea are different, so I stopped the boat for this period. There is no limit to what we mean when we meet, but there are no words to say when we meet.

Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair. The pursuit of fame is easy to come late, and there is no time to go.

Xu Bin, a friend of Huainan, Hannan. I am traveling from the west to the east, so why would I want to meet like this? I dreamed of Wu Yuesui, and hated Xiang and Hanzhong deeply.

Cumulus clouds clear the way, and snow piles on the front peak at dawn. Who knows that it is not the same as before, and pity you for seeing your appearance suddenly.

Cui Tu, the hermit of Songyang, has been dreaming for forty years, and his career is on the same level. No one lives together for a long time, but there are cranes who meditate on each other.

Grass grows in the field, and springs and stone marrow flow. I even think that the tree in the garden is old and that it is autumn in the world.

Cui Tu Wushan Temple The double daisy-like flowers should hurt the spring of the motherland. The country is not its old owner, but Yun Yu is its predecessor.

Mengjue's poet is as spiritual as a native of Fu Chu. I don’t know where he will become a god again after a thousand years.

Cui Tu is pregnant with the Jinshi Wei Dan in the Spring Festival Gala. The flowers in my hometown are all gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering. If you want to live half your life, how difficult is it to live in one life?

The thorns are pure and pure, and the acacia has orchids. In the spring of the second year, I looked back with regret, not like I was in Chang'an.

Cui Tu Qiuxi and friends gather together. The chapters and sentences accumulate small achievements, and the stars and frost are twenty empty. You should be as young as me if you are eccentric, and you will be the same as me when you sing.

After the monk returned from the moon, the poem became a guest's dream. I even heard that the cranes were in the air, and the clear dew was dripping from the green pines.

Cui Tu gave a gift of food to the monk who was off duty. If you don’t fast after hearing the bell, why should you care more about it? There are few people passing through the courtyard quietly, walking up the steps leisurely from the grass.

There are no birds on the terrace, and there are clouds on the stone road. To recall the old days in Zen, I still dream of hundreds of cliffs.

Cui Tu spends leisurely time in spring reminiscing about his old business in the south of the Yangtze River. How can it be that Dumen returns to his hometown in the morning and evening? The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei is said to be in hiding.

Gradually become familiar with the worldly affairs, and recall the spring of my hometown. In the south, where the water and wind are warm, white apples should grow.

Cui Tu stayed at the mountain house at the top of Lushan Mountain. Once you step out of the forest, you can see thousands of peaks one after another. A long period of leisure is like an attempt, and a temporary period is also a difficult one.

The old trees are buried in the clouds in the valley, and the shadows of the waterfalls outside the monks' windows are cold. I feel that my heart is not up to the mark, so I dream of Chang'an.

Cui Tu’s Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors at night, it’s time to go out again. It's not too early for Bai to happen, but it's too late for Qingyun to go.

Meng Wei was pregnant with the country, but Taqi was nowhere to be seen. In this way, I can strengthen my way, and I am worthy of knowing it.

Han Xie Leaving Home A long night in early August, the first journey across a thousand mountains. Beauty is only a dream, but complaints are silent.

All the guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs. Self-pity is not knowledge, and being shy is a false name.

Han Xie wants to leave. Fen Yun talks through the window, reminiscing about Tao Qingqing. We have to meet somewhere, no matter when we want to leave.

The hatred is deep and endless, and the favor is extremely suspicious. The melancholy Taoyuan Road is only known in dreams.

Wu Rong sent Master Guangli home to the east. The Purple Palace has been graced with him for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen. I know that the glory is just a dream, but I am willing to be ecstatic when I say goodbye.

The morning bird appears first in the Ming Dynasty, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold. If Jishan comes again, it should be old and cloudy.

Wu Rong left for Tongguan early. The beginning of the moon was setting in the sky, and my dream was still lingering. The trees are green at dawn, and the jade steps are cold.

Officials will end up suffering themselves, and their life experience will be quiet and impressive. The competition seems to be hidden in the mountains, and the clouds pillow the green turbulence.

Wu Rong's Butterfly Two by two, the smoke and dew in the South Garden are slight. They must live together when they live together, and they must fly together wherever they fly.

The grass is shallow and worried about blowing, and the flowers are dying but cherishing the evening light. I have long been acquainted with beautiful girls, and dreamed of people returning from far away at night.

Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not free. Wherever the stars shine, wind and rain bring cool autumn.

Dreaming about the river in the cold sky, the sound is sad with the yellow leaves. Xiao Xiao has not finished yet, and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later.

Dai Siyan on the fortress. The sky and the day are vast, and the sandy ancient battlefield is full of dust. There is a lot of graupel snow in spring, which is a source of livelihood. 5. Poems describing sleep

Poems describing sleep include: 1. Song Dynasty Lu You's "Inscription on the Wall of Laoxue'an": The common people are happy but have no sorrow and sigh, and they are old and withered and sleep less.

Translation: In a peaceful world, people are happy and have no worries, but I am so old that I can’t sleep. 2. "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: How can I get wet all night long if my menstruation is disordered and I sleep less? Translation: Since the Anshi Rebellion, I have had very little sleep time. The nights are long, the house is leaky and the bed is wet. How can I stay until dawn?

3. "Ten Insomnia Poems" by Fang Hui of the Song Dynasty: On a cold and snowy night, I am sleeping in front of a dark lamp. Always thinking too much often leads to less sleep.

Translation: On a cold snowy night, I lay on the pillow in front of a dim lamp. I never sleep well because I think too much.

4. Pre-Qin · "Guan Ju": If you don't get what you want, stay awake and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning.

Translation: I pursue but cannot get her, so I miss her day and night. The long thoughts make me toss and turn and make it difficult to fall asleep.

5. Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan's "Fishermen's Proud Autumn Thoughts": When people are sleepless, the general's hair turns white and his husband sheds tears. Translation: It was late at night, and the soldiers could not sleep peacefully: the general's beard and hair turned white because of the military affairs; the soldiers also shed sad tears after guarding the border for a long time.

Extended information: Poets of all ages attached great importance to sleep and often wrote about it in their poems. A poem by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty goes: "Eat vegetables at dawn and dusk, and sleep once in the middle of the day, which is a day. It has been like this for three years."

It expresses the author's yearning for a simple life, a life of poverty and happiness. Indeed, in life, as long as you eat well and sleep well, what else is there to be dissatisfied about? . 6. Poems describing longing at night in autumn

1. It’s hard to cherish a clear scene at every opportunity, but to have fun together until old age. ——"Playing with the Guests at the Moon on the Night of August 15th" by Bai Juyi

2. The air is cold, the fish and dragons are silent, and the stars are high in the sky. This night guest in a foreign country is very worried about drinking wine. ——"Send a Friend to the South Building on Mid-Autumn Night" Nothing

3. The trees are falling and the wild geese are crossing south, the north wind is blowing and the river is cold. ——"Feelings on the Early Cold River" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

4. The white moon is reflected in the cold pool, and the moss is covered with autumn rain. ——"Visiting Zen Master Xiu to Shuangfeng Temple" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty

5. Feeling speechless often makes Guihua empty. ——"Looking at the Moon on an Autumn Eve" by Zhang Jiuling

6. How many hours of youth can be obtained if there are twelve degrees of waxing and waning in a year. ——"Ying the Moon" Li Jianshu

7. The sky is still high in the night, and the world is looking up. ——"Watching the Moon at the Foot of Junshan Mountain on a Mid-Autumn Night" Nothing

8. Late at night, I talk to the rock monk alone, and the crowd silences the whole world.

——"Autumn Ji Fengde Temple and Xuanzhen Master Chanting the Moon" Tang Yanqian

9. The distant trees are wandering outside the forest, and half of the autumn mountains are covered with the setting sun. ——"Books on the Pavilion Wall on the River" Kou Zhun of the Song Dynasty

10. A man in the West Garden appreciates himself, but he is not safe in the end when he flies south. ——"Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Moon" King Luo Bin

11. In the sound of autumn leaves, thousands of homes fall in the sun. ——"Inscribed on Su Gonglin Pavilion" by Qian Qi of the Tang Dynasty

12. Autumn is approaching in the sky, and the shadow of the moon is clear on earth. —— "Moon" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

13. The night is as cold as water on the sky ladder, lying down looking at Altair and Vega. ——"Autumn Eve" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

14. The rain has come to rest, and the autumn air on the empty mountain is clear. ——"A trip to Maoling Mountain with Wei Jinbu" Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty

15. When Su'e tasted the medicine, the black magpie circled the branch and was startled. ——"The Bright Moon Over the Sea" Zhu Hua

16. I am sad and alone under the banyan tree. Who do I know? When dawn comes, all my thoughts are gone. I look up at the moonlight, which is cold and cold. ——"Mid-Autumn Night in Longzhou, Xu Changshi chanted the moon in his seat" Nothing

17. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is an ancient matter. ——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou" Su Shi

18. The autumn moon is still full on the night, and Jiangcun is alone. ——"Seventeen Nights to the Moon" Du Fu

19. The autumn colors are endless, and you can go out to the cold mountains. ——"Gift to the Sihu of the House" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

20. Sometimes a solitary bird flies in the autumn scenery, and cold smoke rises from the sunset without incident. ——"Writing a Hope in the Guest Room at Gushan Temple" Lin Su, Song Dynasty

21. The roundness last night is not the roundness tonight, but I suspect that the roundness is missing. ——"Ying the Moon" Li Jianshu

22. When the moon reaches the middle and the ball is round, it is difficult for people to realize their dreams. ——"Mid-Autumn Night in Longzhou, Xu Changshi chants the moon in his seat" Nothing

23. The autumn sand on the far bank is white, and the mountains are red in the evening. ——"Five Poems in the Autumn Wilderness" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

24. The rain is cold in autumn, the wind is clear and the river is refreshing. —— "Reward Pei Shiyu with gifts when he feels the rain" Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

25. The dewdrops on the clothes are cold, and the osmanthus shadow is cold on the frost. ——"Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Moon" Luo Binwang 7. Poems about describing autumn

The autumn rain slapped their faces.

Piles of dark gray clouds weighed down the earth. It is already late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest are all bare. The old tree stands gloomily, letting the brown moss cover the wrinkles on its body.

The ruthless autumn stripped off their beautiful clothes, and they had no choice but to stand there naked. Autumn comes with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dew.

The sky emits a soft glow, clear and ethereal, making people want to hear the singing of a skylark flying high, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a piece of white sail. The setting sun is the wings of time. When it flies away, it spreads out brilliantly for a moment.

Then dusk. The clear sky at the end of late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; strong white light dances in the air, like microwaves on the sea; patches of sorghum at the foot of the mountain are always swaying with plump ears, like undulating red water; and The yellowed leaves give the field a withered color.

What a beautiful autumn. Here, there is no longer scorched earth and ashes. This is a prosperous land where thousands of mountains and winds are covered with red carpets. The red pine covered with elastic skin is still alive, standing proudly on the high mountain rocks, the whistle is cheering in the valley, and Bai Wang is flying slowly in the rice fields.

When the sharp west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; when the shouting child on the street sees the last south flying goose; when the boundless green grass of the vast field is swayed. When the plants are withered and yellow - when it is at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees lose their leaves. In the second half of the night after autumn, the moon has gone down and the sun has not risen yet, leaving only a dark blue sky; except for the nocturnal things, everyone is asleep.

Dusk in late autumn always comes very quickly, and before the water vapor evaporated by sunlight on the mountains and fields dissipates, the sun sets in the Western Mountains. As a result, the misty wind in the valley brought a strong coolness, driving the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadow of the mountain peak pressed down on the village faster, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending into the night. But soon, it turned silver-grey again by the moonlight.

The bright moon, which is not yet full, gradually rises into the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly blocked the moonlight, and a light smoke seemed to be hanging over the field, and it was like falling into a dream.

After the evening clouds drifted over, the smoke and mist dissipated on the fields, and the clear light like water washed over the soft autumn night. On an autumn night, the sky is high and the dew is thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly on the southwest horizon.

The cold moonlight shines down on the earth, it is so dim, but the stars in the Milky Way become more and more brilliant. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn, and millet, the chirping of autumn insects echoed one after another. Grasshoppers also occasionally added a few accompaniments, and earth blowers were like blowing tomatoes intermittently.

The willow tree hangs its branches quietly on the roadside, and its shadow casts a shadow on the winding path covered with wild grass. ...The moon came up, but it was half covered by clouds. She was hiding far away in the cracks of the trees, like a country girl, shy.

People in the past said: "You come out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa to half cover your face." Quite a bit! The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, so he was too lazy to care.

But I thought, if it was an autumn night, it would be nice to have some west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, you should still listen to the sound of the surging "waves".

Of course the west wind will not come. Before going to bed, we lit two or three sticks of foreign wax in the hall.

The timid Homura was pressed by the big roof and couldn't breathe. We looked at each other through candlelight, as if covered with a layer of smoke.

Outside, the sky and the earth were completely dark, like the sea. Only a few barks from far and near remind us that we are still in the human world.

The blue sky. In late autumn, it is spotless and crystal clear. The rosy clouds are reflected on the clear Jialing River; the microwave of fish scales and the turquoise water of the river add to the color of the floating clouds, making it extraordinarily gorgeous.

On a cool and clear autumn night, the bright and red Mars in the starry sky adds a lot of brilliance and interest to us. Recently, Mars rises from the southeastern horizon after eight o'clock every night.

It is brighter than any other star in the nearby sky and is easy to find no matter where you are. The fallen leaves in the North create such a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow, or even vermilion and cyanotic ochre.

What initially fell might be just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there were golden and red showers.

Then, a golden-red carpet was spread out under the tree. And above this carpet, it looks like iron, with bare and sparse tree trunks and branches standing straight against the high blue sky and light clouds.

Fruit trees in the north are also a wonderful sight in autumn. The first is the jujube tree. They will grow up one by one in the corners of houses, at the top of walls, beside latrines and at the door of kitchens.

When these jujubes, which look like olives and dove eggs, show a light green and slightly yellow color among the small oval leaves, it is the heyday of autumn; It’s fall, the dates have finished turning red, and the northwest wind is about to pick up. The locust trees in the North are also an embellishment that reminds people of autumn.

The fallen pistils, which look like flowers but are not flowers, will be spread all over the ground in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound or smell, and you can only feel a tiny and soft touch.

The feeble chirping of the cicadas is especially characteristic of the North. Because there are trees everywhere in Peiping and the buildings are low, their cries can be heard no matter where they are. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it.

The shrill noise of this cicada in Peking sounds like that of crickets and mice. They seem to be living in every household.