Autumn sycamore poems

Tea in Tang dynasty, watching the cold dew on the leaves of buttonwood in the moonlight

On Xiao Shutong's leaves, the moon is full of dew. The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold. The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads. The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight. Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean. Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together.

Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. -"Slow Whispering" Song Qingzhao

There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon. -"beginning of autumn" Song Liuhan

Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. -"Ying Huan" Tang Li Yu

It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. -"Partridge Day" Song Zhou Zizhi

Leng Yue's heavy bridal chamber is quiet, and buttonwood trees are shadowed outside the real pearl curtain. -"Cold is always in my heart" Tang Bai Juyi

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. -"More loopholes" Tang Wen Ting Yun

The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. -"Recalling Qin E" Song Qingzhao

Lying listening to the rain-discharging phoenix tree, the rain is faint and hazy. -"Qingpingle" Song Yan Dao Ji