On the night of "Night Sleeping Cow White", there was no cloud in the blue sky by the Xijiang River. I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine. Hanging sails in the Ming Dynasty, the mountaineers in Du Mu's "Maple Leaves Fall Behind Me" climbed the cold mountain with an oblique stone path, and there were people deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Night parking near Fengqiao, Zhang Ji, cold night, Jiang Feng, fishing, fire, I am worried about not sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. San Lv Temple Dai Shulun's Yuan Xiang keeps flowing. Why do you complain about the song? In late autumn, the smoke rises and the maple trees whisper. Untitled Li Shangyin is alone in the cold night, and the wind and rain are hard to break. When Feng was drunk, she loved and hated. In early autumn, Cao Yesu's field grass is sparse, the mountains are bright and the maple trees are long. Nancun calves crow at night, and there should be new frost on the fence. Li Yu, Yi Chong Shan and Er Chong Shan in Sauvignon Blanc. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. Jiangling sent thousands of maple leaves to the river, and the river bridge was hidden by sunset sails. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. The owner of Songjiang Crab House is fisherman Zhang, and his rice soup is also a meal. Maple leaves have fallen, flowers have withered, and drunken fishing boats don't feel cold. When the boat builds a river, the passenger ship meets the dusk of Puyue, and the outdoor shop wants to close without lights. Dump the sand maple on the shore to death, and the boat still bears the mark of last year. The county sent Ming and Qing dynasties, and Jiangxi Qingfeng whispered in the rain, and the autumn scenery was fascinated. If you are alone, you will pity the guests, and the white clouds will send you to Jiangxi. I love Chou-heung Tang Yin, I paint clear water, and I love the maple leaf sorrow in the evening pavilion. The autumn moon shines on the Buddhist temple, and cigarettes fill the front of the building. Li Hefeng, the string of Shu, is quiet in the evening and beautiful in Jinshan. The stone falls and the ape mourns, and the bamboo cloud is half a ridge. The cool moon gives birth to Qiupu, and the jade and sand sparkle. Who is a tearful guest? He can't hold back the meandering pond. Li and Wang were demoted to the prefect of Xiazhong and Changsha, and Tang said goodbye. What was on your mind? Take our horse to get the stirrup cup? . Wuxia, the ape is sad and tears, Hengyang Guiyan brings me the book. In autumn, the sails on the river are far away, and Baidicheng is sparse along the Yellow River. The wise dynasty will now give more rain and dew. Don't hesitate to leave. Li Zhu never dies for thousands of years, accompanied by perfume. Pretty Niang Yin is full of air conditioning, 93 is quiet and green with tears. In the smoke of husband and wife's parting, Wu Yun and Yu Shu echoed each other from afar. You are worried about the green maple in autumn, and Gu Long sings in the cool night waves. It is sad to send Zhang Si to Wang Changling and LAM Raymond, and so is the Chu River. Never leave the cold mountain and the moon, there are endless apes. Listening to the flowing water, Wang Changling was alone in the boat, leaning against the maple forest in the moonlight, and rewarding the kite center. The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep. Farewell to Li's evaluation is that it is difficult for Wang Changling to leave the sharpened river, and tomorrow will be a boat in Chang 'an. The slow dance of black-bone chicken makes you drunk, and the green maple is white and cold. On September 9, Cui's riverside maple leaves fell yellow, and when she grew up, she looked up at the countryside. Although Taoism brought wine for nine days, Chu Ke spent three years in petticoats. Shu Huai sent Hengzhou Hu Ling's "xianggong" Li Yi to Fiona Fang's Yisheng, and Xuan Gai suddenly said East. The Tao is dense in the middle, and the heart is the same as the outside. Grow old together, Dan is far from the peak. Who can thank you for the heavy rain on the river? Liu Yang saw Fujian in Baipingzhou on the bank of Li Yiqing's wind, and Chuke's injury was inseparable from autumn. Look what happened in the Sui Dynasty. Liu Yang crossed the river to the south. Yili Tobacco sent people to Yueyang, even the sky and maple trees were neat, and Yueyang belonged to the main road. The garrison of Baling, Wan Li, is by the river, watching the clear water sink in the west. Ma Dairi, a night ape from Bajiang, drank the water from Bajiang and went to the bank of Bajiang. The autumn sound is broken, and the night shadow is even in Chu Yun. Dew of green maple, clear sky and bright moon. But the boatman couldn't sleep when he heard this. Goodbye, Jiang Daixiang. There is a cendong in Xiangxiang. You went to hang the sail. The dew is thin and wide, and there are many intertidal islands. Sunset shines in Tingzhou, and maple leaves fall cold. We should make fishermen's compatriots take fishing songs as their profession. Huang Huai, Dai, a guest drifted south and lived alone with me. Inflammation state knot Yao Si, Du Fang should be empty. Qin Yan returned to invade the moon, and Hunan apes played maple. In the Ming dynasty, you couldn't fall in love with mountains. Stationed in Ningbi, Qingfeng-xiangguang fracture, it is already bustling before the end of the year. It sweeps away a season of waiting. In a trance, there is a beam of sunshine in the sky, which pours quietly on the ground and turns back, but it is particularly dazzling. How many years have passed since Maple Hill? Suddenly, there is more noise in the underground passage and less maple burning in the street. There is a feeling of being abruptly evacuated in my heart. It is not painful, but it is indeed a loss of warmth that was once cherished. I'm at a loss. Maple leaves are endowed with too many memories from the past. I still can't let go of the agreement, the promise and the love of friendship. The photo I left in front of a prestigious school that doesn't belong to us three years ago that is brighter than a fool has faded, and the passionate laughter under the maple tree has gone with people. A year ago, I entered the gate of that school. However, people are scattered in the maple leaves. Afternoon heat permeates the sparse maple leaves, and the light is moving. The heart wall fell down, and the opposite side of the wall was the same vacant self. It can always be explained by memories, but it can never be defined. I said, then never ... never give up ... never wake up my sadness again. Leaning against the window, gently close your eyes. Smile. Autumn, four points. A quarter of the tears. Autumn to winter, spring and summer. Such a hasty and repetitive pace, suddenly found himself unable to keep up. I forgot what I was chasing ... and the beauty that died behind me. I think I just pursued the purity of my mind for a moment and lost myself in the city with many tall buildings. Life is as bright as summer flowers and death as beautiful as maple leaves. This autumn is so beautiful that people are at a loss. What is it?