秋菊摇铃满院葱，露浓繁艳梦无穷。

飞蜂腰细寻香入，寒雁身轻灭影终。

气爽迎来花欲醉，风微不觉叶相逢。

月圆世代愁离恨，谁共诗书解客中。

Autumn chrysanthemums ring the bell and the yard is full of green onions. The dew is thick and colorful, and the dream is endless.

The flying bee's waist looks for incense, and the cold goose's body is light, and the shadow ends.

The air is cool, the flowers are drunk, and the wind is slight, and the leaves meet.

The full moon worries about leaving hate for generations. Who can share poetry and books to solve the guests.