Cold dew poems

1、

Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

The condensed light falls like cold dew, and now I am standing at the highest place in Taoyuan. )

-Tang Liu Yuxi's "Playing the Moon in Taoyuan on August 15th"

2、

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Starting from tonight, the moon in my hometown is still the brightest. )

-Tang Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"

3、

The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.

The loveliest thing is the night on the third day of September, with dew like beads and crescent like a bow. )

-Tang Bai Juyi's Mujiang Yin

4、

Water is like Hunan and Hubei, bamboo cries like mountain dew month.

(The flowing water gurgles, like fiddling with the wreaths of Hunan and Hubei, the sound of bamboo crying, and the moonlight filling the mountain stream. )

-Don Lee and Huang Toulang

5、

Dew, Watson, bamboo shoots, moss, frost roots.

Dew glistened on the forest path covered with bamboo shoots, and green moss rubbed frost gently on the bamboo roots. )

-Tang Lihe's Bamboo

6、

The cool wind moves, and the cold dew is zero.

A cool breeze blows gently, and the dew in the morning is very cold. )

-Tang Bai Juyi's On the Pool

7、

The breeze blew the pillow mat and the clothes were wet with dew.

A cool breeze blows a pillow mat, and a thousand years of wet clothes. )

-Tang Bai Juyi's "Pregnant on a Cold Night"

8、

The newly opened cold dew cluster is far more red than water.

In the cold dew season, hibiscus flowers are in full bloom, redder than in spring. )

-Don Han Yu's Mu Furong

9、

On Xiao Shutong's leaves, the moon is full of dew.

On a cold moonlit night, the dew just condensed on the sparse plane leaves, sending out an intoxicating chill. )

-Tang dynasty tea "Look at the cold dew on the leaves of plane trees in the moonlight"

10、

Wild flowers cry like red makeup tears, and the cold dew is full of branches.

The water drops on the wild flowers are like red tears, and the cold dew is covered with branches, which are too strong. )

-Don Liu Cang, "Looking at Autumn"