1. Poems about sleepless nights
Poems about sleepless nights 1. Poems about night
"Village Night" by Bai Juyi
The frost grasses and caterpillars are everywhere, and there are no people walking to the south of the village or to the north of the village.
When I go out alone and look at the wild fields, the moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow.
This poem does not have any shocking features, nor does it use colorful words or sentences. It only uses line drawing to depict a common country night. It's easy to pick up and speak eloquently, but it is fresh and tranquil, and has a strong poetic flavor.
"The frost grass is full of green insects, and there are no people walking north of the village." The green frost grass highlights the richness of the autumn colors; the insects sing, exaggerating the desolation of the autumn night. There are no pedestrians and there is no sound. Two lines of poems clearly outline the characteristics of the village night. Although this is purely a description of scenery, as Wang Guowei said in "Human Words": "All scenery words are love words." The desolate and desolate scenery reveals the poet's lonely feelings. This method of embodying emotions and scenery is more charming than directly expressing emotions.
The sentence "Looking at the wild fields before going out alone" is not only a transition in the poem, changing the description object from the village to the fields; it is also a turning point between the two couplets, concluding the description of the desolate and gloomy atmosphere of the village night. , unfolded another refreshing picture: the bright moonlight illuminated the endless buckwheat fields, looking from a distance, it was bright and dazzling, like a piece of crystal white snow. "The moonlit buckwheat flowers are like snow", what a moving scene, the picturesque beauty of nature infected the poet, making him temporarily forget his loneliness, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise and surprise. This beautiful and spectacular scene is in sharp contrast to the descriptions in the previous two sentences. The poet ingeniously used the changes in natural scenery to describe the emotional changes of the characters. The writing is so flexible and free, without leaving any trace; No wonder "Poetry of the Tang and Song Dynasties" praised it as "pure and simple, without any false pretense, with a sense of age, and one of the most ancient among the seven masterpieces."
2. There are many poems related to night.
Of course, I think the best one is "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night". Although the whole poem does not emphasize night, most of it is a night scene: Spring River Tide The sea is flat, the moon is bright and the tide is rising.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes.
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow. Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon wanders upstairs and should be seen in the dressing mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back after being beaten on the anvil of clothing. At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
The wild geese fly long and fast, and the fish and dragon dive into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. Hailed by Mr. Wen Yiduo as "the poem among poems, the peak on the peak" ("The Self-Redemption of Palace Poetry"), "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" has fascinated countless readers for more than a thousand years.
Zhang Ruoxu, who left only two poems in his life, also because of this poem, "the only poem he wrote was so unique that it became a masterpiece for everyone." The title of the poem is fascinating.
Spring, rivers, flowers, moon and night, these five things embody the most moving beauty of life, forming a wonderful artistic realm that is tempting to explore. The poet started to ask the question, and he started to talk about it at the beginning of the poem, outlining a magnificent picture of the moonlit night on the spring river: the river tide connects to the sea, and the tide of the moon rises.
The "sea" here is a virtual reference. The Jiang Chao is vast, as if connected with the sea, and is magnificent.
At this time, a bright moon rises with the tide, and the scene is spectacular. The word "生" gives lively life to the bright moon and the tide.
The moonlight shines thousands of miles away, and there is no spring river that is not illuminated by the bright moon! The river winds around the spring wilderness full of flowers and plants, and the moonlight shines on the flower trees, as if sprinkled with a layer of white snow. The poet is really a master of painting. With a single stroke, he can paint the strange "flowers" in the moonlit night on the spring river.
At the same time, the title of "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night" was skillfully fulfilled. The poet's observation of the moonlight is extremely subtle: the moonlight has washed away the colorful colors of all things in the world, and dyed the world into a dreamy silver color.
Therefore, "the flowing frost cannot be noticed" and "the white sand cannot be seen". Only the bright and bright moonlight exists. The delicate brushstrokes create a mythical and wonderful realm, making the moonlit night on the Spring River look particularly beautiful and tranquil.
These eight sentences, from big to small, from far to near, the pen and ink gradually condense on a lonely moon. The clear and clear heaven, earth and universe seem to make people enter a pure world, which naturally arouses the poet's reverie and meditation: "Who by the river first saw the moon? When did the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?" The poet's thoughts leaped forward, but he still couldn't help but wonder. Closely connected with life, exploring the philosophy of life and the mysteries of the universe.
This kind of exploration has also been explored by the ancients, such as Cao Zhi's "Song Yingshi": "There is no end in heaven and earth, human life is like morning frost", Ruan Ji's "Yong Huai": "Life is like dust and dew, and the path of heaven is long and long." "And so on, but the theme of the poem is mostly about the eternity of the universe and the brevity of life. Zhang Ruoxu is unique here. His thoughts do not fall into the stereotypes of his predecessors, but come up with new ideas: "Life is endless from generation to generation, but the moon and the river are only similar every year."
Personal life is short. It is fleeting, but human existence is long-lasting, so the life of "infinite generations" and the bright moon "only similar every year" can survive. This is the relief that the poet feels from the beauty of nature.
Although the poet is sentimental about the short life, it is not decadence and despair, but due to the pursuit and love of life. The tone of the whole poem is "sad but not sad", which allows us to hear the echo of the sound of the early Tang Dynasty.
"I don’t know who the river moon is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water." This is closely followed from the previous sentence "only similar". Life goes on from generation to generation, and the moon and the river are like this year after year.
A lonely moon hovers in the sky, as if waiting for someone, but it can never do so. Under the moonlight, there is only the rapids of the river, rushing away.
As the river flows, the poem creates waves, pushing the poetry to a deeper realm. There is hatred in the river and the moon, while the flowing water is ruthless. The poet naturally shifts his writing style from the natural scenery in the first half to the images of life, which leads to the separation and sorrow of the lovesickness of men and women in the second half.
The four lines of "White Clouds" are written in the spring river on a moonlit night, reflecting the longing of a woman and a wanderer in two places. "Baiyun" and "Qingfengpu" express feelings through objects.
The white clouds are floating, symbolizing the uncertainty of "Bian Zhouzi". "Qingfengpu" is a place name, but "Maple" and "Pu" are often used in poems to express farewell to scenery and places.
The two sentences "whose home" and "where" are intertwined. It is precisely because there are more than one family and one place where there is sorrow and separation, so the poet raised such a question, a kind of lovesickness, leading to two places. The sorrow of separation comes and goes, the poetry is rippling, with twists and turns. The following eight sentences of "poor" inherit the sentence of "where" and describe the missing woman's longing for the deceased.
However, the poet does not directly talk about the sadness and tears of the missing woman, but uses the "moon" to highlight her nostalgia, and the tears come out spontaneously. The poem personifies the "moon", and the word "wandering" is extremely expressive: first, the floating clouds are moving, so the light and shadow are uncertain; second, the moonlight lingers upstairs with compassion for the missing woman and cannot bear to go.
It wants to keep company with the missing woman and relieve her worries, so it spreads its soft radiance on the dressing table, the jade curtain, and the clothes-making anvil. Unexpectedly, the thought of a woman makes her fall in love with her, and she misses her even more.
She wanted to get rid of the annoying moonlight, but the moonlight "couldn't be rolled away" and "came back again", sincerely attached to her. The two infatuated movements of "rolling" and "whisking" here vividly express the sorrow and confusion in the heart of the missing woman.
The emotions caused by the moonlight are deeply disturbing her. At this moment, doesn't the moonlight also shine on her lover in the distance? *** Looking at the moonlight but unable to know each other, I can only rely on the bright moon to express my longing for each other. Look at the sky: swan geese are flying far away, unable to fly beyond the light and shadow of the moon, so flying is futile; look at the river surface, fish are jumping in the deep water, but they only stir up waves of ripples, and jumping is useless.
"The ruler is in the intestines of the fish, and the heart is in the feet of the goose." Yu Yan, who was responsible for delivering messages, could not deliver the news now - how much more sorrow would it cause! The last eight sentences describe the wanderer, and the poet uses falling flowers, flowing water, and the waning moon to express his longing for home.
"Bian Zhouzi" even dreams about returning home - the flowers fall in the deep pool, the spring light is about to grow old, and people are still far away from each other, so why is love.
3. What are the poems about Ye De
Night Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Original text: The wind blows powerfully from the end of the shore, and the shadow of the candle in the cold house is faint.
The mountain monkeys stay outside in the frost, and the river birds fly late at night. Sitting alone with the pro-hero sword, lamenting the short clothes.
The smoke and dust are swirling around the door, and the head is white and the heart is broken. Night Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Xu Wei Original text: The sun sets in the Yu Yuan, the candle shadows are blooming, and the heavy smoke presses down the floating earth.
The Yanchuan River is covered with snow, and Ziyou is gone. The Queen Mother of the Moon Palace of Han Dynasty is coming. The spider silk hanging on the eaves should be gradually woven, and the fireflies will not turn into ashes when the wind blows.
People who are worried don’t know when the day will come. There will be bells ringing and dripping to wake up the night. Lonely and cold at night, the green frost falls on the autumn water.
Two poems at night Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Original text: On a white night, the moon has rested, and the lights are half asleep. There are no fixed deer in the mountain, and there are cicadas in the fallen trees.
Reminiscing about Jiangdong for a while, I also got off the boat with snow in my heart. The stars are rising, and the sky feels empty.
It is sad in the city walls, and the villages and ruins are sparse. A soldier has been there for many years, and Fu Lian returns late at night.
The dark trees fall against the rocks, and the bright river flows around the fortress. When the sky is tilted people look more closely, the moon is thinner and the magpies stop flying.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow. At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the white house is poor in the cold weather. He heard dogs barking at Chaimen, and returned home on a windy and snowy night. Under the song (Lulun), the moon is full of black geese flying high, alone He was escaping at night. He wanted to chase the Qingqi away, but the heavy snow covered his bow and sword. He blocked the dark grass in the Qu (Lulun) forest and was frightened by the wind. The general drew his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.
Staying at the mountain temple at night (Li Bai) The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. You dare not speak loudly, for fear of frightening the gods. The resentment on the jade steps (Li Bai) White dew grows on the jade steps, and it invades the stockings for a long time. . But under the water curtain, I looked at the autumn moon exquisitely.
Thoughts on a quiet night (Li Bai) There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown. What I saw in Zhou Ye Shu (Zha Shenxing) The moon is dark and I see a fishing lantern, a little light Fireflies. There are waves in the breeze, scattering stars all over the river. Autumn evening (Du Mu) silver candles, the cold autumn light paints the screen, and small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch Altair and Vega.
Song of the Dusk River (Bai Juyi) A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. Poor night on the third day of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow. Like a dream order (Li Qingzhao) I often remember the sunset in the creek pavilion, Drunk and not knowing the way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons. At dawn on an autumn night, I feel the coolness as I step out of the fence gate (Lu You) Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and Five Thousand Renyin Mountain reaches the sky. The survivors shed tears in the dust, and it is hard to see Master Wang for another year. Longing for Love (Nalan Xingde) One step up the mountain, one step down the water, heading towards the bank of Yuguan.
Thousands of lights in the night. The wind changes and the snow changes, shattering the homesickness and dreams.
There is no such sound in my hometown. Night mooring at Maple Bridge (Zhang Ji) The moon is setting, crows are crying and the sky is full of frost, Jiang Maple fishing fire is facing melancholy. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell is ringing for the passenger ship. Spring Palace Song (Wang Changling) Last night the wind opened the peach trees, and the moon in Weiyang's front hall Wheel height.
Pingyang's singing and dancing are newly favored, and the spring cold outside the curtain is bestowed with brocade robes. On a moonlit night (Liu Fangping), the moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is in the dark and the South is tilted.
Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is newly heard through the green window sand. At night, I heard the flute (Li Yi) in Shouxiang City. The sand in front of Huile Peak looked like snow, and the moon outside Shouxiang City looked like frost.
I don’t know where to play the reed pipe, and all night long the people are looking for their hometown. Poetry for the Harem (Bai Juyi) The dream is wet with tears, and the dream cannot come true. I sing in the front hall late at night.
The beauty is cut off before she gets old, and she sits leaning against the fumigation cage till dawn. As a gift to my wife (Zhang Hu), the moon marks passed by the trees at the forbidden gate, and my charming eyes only looked at the nest of the egret.
The jade hairpin is tilted beside the lamp shadow, and the red flame is flicked away to save the moths. Mooring in Qinhuai (Du Mu), the smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and the Qinhuai River is close to the restaurant at night.
The business girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river. To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou (Du Mu) The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beauty teach me how to play the flute? The night rain is sent to the north (Li Shangyin) You asked about the return date but it has not been scheduled. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? Jia Sheng (Li Shangyin) proclaimed his talents and visited his ministers, but Jia Sheng's talents were even more unmatched.
It’s a pity that I sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don’t ask about the common people or the ghosts and gods. Yao Se Yuan (Wen Tingyun) Dreams cannot come true on a bed of ice and silver, the sky is as clear as water and the clouds are light at night.
The sound of wild geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines brightly on the twelfth floor. Polygala (Gong Zizhen) has nine sides and is like a worm, but Polygala really looks at the grass.
It is useless to say that athletes have their bodies in their hands, and the green lanterns and night snow hinder Shandong. Watching the Moon on the 15th Night (Wang Jian) ??The ground in the courtyard is white with crows roosting on the trees, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts. Butterflies love flowers (Yan Shu) The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the mist orchid and weeping dew.
The curtain is slightly cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred.
The slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn. Last night the west wind withered the green trees.
Climb up a tall building alone and look out to the end of the world. I would like to send colored paper and ruler.
The mountains are long and the rivers are vast. Sapphire Case · Yuan Xi (Xin Qiji) The east wind blew thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars fell like rain.
BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, phoenix flutes sound, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night long. The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance.
The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she was there, in a dimly lit place. Qingpingle: Staying alone in Wang's nunnery in Boshan (Xin Qiji). Rats circle the bed, and bats turn over the lamps and dance.
On the house, the wind blows and the rain falls, and I mutter to myself between the broken paper windows. He lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River all his life, and returned with a beautiful face.
Sleeping under the quilt in the autumn night, you can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers before your eyes. Taichang Yin·Jiankang Mid-Autumn Festival is a poem by Lu Shuqian (Xin Qiji). The autumn shadow turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.
Ask Chang'e for wine: What can I do if I am cheated on? Take a good ride on the wind, thousands of miles in the sky, and go straight down to the mountains and rivers. Cut off the Gui Po Suo, and you will see more humanity and clear light! Xijiang Moon·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road (Xin Qiji) The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. Xijiang Moon·Mid-Autumn Festival Sends a Child by (Su Shi) The world is a big dream, and life is new and cool several times (first autumn).
The wind blows at night and the leaves are already singing on the corridor, looking at the brows and temples. The drunkard often worries that there are few guests, and the bright moon is obscured by clouds.
Who is alone with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival, holding a cup of wine and looking sadly north. Bu Suanzi·Huangzhou Dinghuiyuan Residence Work (Su Shi) The missing moon hangs sparse tung trees, which breaks the silence of the people.
Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret.
Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. Dielianhua · Mizhou Shangyuan (Su Shi) lights Qiantang for three or five nights.
The bright moon is like frost, illuminating people like a picture. The incense of sheng is blown under the tent and the smell of musk deer is breathtaking. Such a flavor should be priceless.
People in lonely mountain towns are old. Beating drums and playing flutes, he suddenly entered the farming and mulberry community.
The fire is cold, the lamps are thin and the frost is dew, and the snowy clouds hang in the wild. Linjiang Fairy: Returning to Lingao at night (Su Shi) drank at Dongpo and woke up drunk again, and returned as if it was midnight.
The boy’s breath was thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying? The wind is quiet at night and the grain of the valley is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
Jiang Chengzi·Jiang Chengzi recorded a dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao (Su Shi). In the past ten years, life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, with no place to talk.
4. Poetry at night
Bai Juyi The autumn moon hangs high in the sky, and the fairy man plays quietly in the forbidden palace.
Tonight is the only good time in the year, and there is no such leisure in the world. The bright color is clear to the two palaces, and the clear light reaches as deep as the nine gates.
I heard from afar that I was drunk and still melancholy, but I couldn’t see the golden waves shining on the jade mountain. Looking at the moon on the lake---The cool moon on Baorong Lake is even better, and the travelers on the horizon have not yet returned.
I saw golden waves that were full and broken, and the clothes were exposed beside the sound of grass and insects. Looking at the moon at Jinghu Lake on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival --- Chen Yu looked into the mirror in the autumn night, and the moonlight was deep and colorful when the lake was flat.
The round light beads enter the pond and shine in the forest. The light is still broken when it stirs, but the shadow of Chanjuan does not sink.
When it is far away, the shore is curved, and when it is empty, the waves are falling. The chakra is full at the beginning, and the solitary soul has not invaded.
If the osmanthus branches can be broken, why bother to climb up at night? On the night of August 15th, I played with all the guests in the moonlight - Bai Juyi said that it was a good moon. Only this night, everyone knew that this was the eastern capital.
There are thousands of layers of snow on the outside and inside of Songshan Mountain, and two pearls on the top and bottom of Luoshui River. It's hard to cherish a beautiful scene every time, but we should force you to have fun when you grow old.
Knowing sincerely that there will be a meeting in the coming year, can you keep yourself clear and strong? Looking at the moon from the south tower - looking at the bright moon on a bright night. Tingting loves this tower. The Xianyun River is broken, and the willows are sparsely shadowed in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Gradually, thousands of peaks emerge, and they are divided into thousands of factions. Whoever sees Guanshan again will be alone and worried.
Monthly tour of the mansion---Wei Yingwu stayed at the official residence late at night, and we traveled together in the beautiful month. All the rivers are half down, and the autumn scenery is suddenly startling.
The trees are scattered with scattered colors, and the clear flow is clear. The expectations of the heart and the vast scenery are yet to be harvested.
On a moonlit night, I was pregnant with my younger brother---Du Fu's garrison drum interrupted the pedestrian movement, and there was a sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Traveling at night and reading - Du Fu's fine grass and gentle breeze on the shore, and his boat with a small boat at night. The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges over the river.
How can I write an article? The official retired due to old age and illness. What does Piaopiao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls.
5. Poems about dew
Poems about dew
1. Chanting dew (Dong Sigong)
The night is condensed with fairy palms, Go down to the imperial court in the morning. Unconsciously, autumn is coming, and there are three dangers in the distance. The flowers on the reeds are just beginning to turn white, and the leaves in the sunflower garden are still green. When Xiyang showers its favor, it will benefit Cangming.
2. Autumn Dew (Yong Tao)
The white dew warms the autumn colors, and the moon is bright and clear. The traces stained with beads are heavy and the jade plate is empty. When the bamboo moves, the birds are frightened, and the sand is cold and dark. The garden is full of eternal night, gradually becoming like the frost.
3. Dew (Li Qiao)
The dripping garden and the lush bamboo bushes. The jade hangs on the red thorns, and the pearls are green in the lotus. The thousand-year-old crane is alert at night, and the July wind is zero in the morning. May I stay in the Immortal Palm and serve in Weiyang Palace forever.
4. Dew (Han Cong)
It has followed the holy river and fallen into Yao's sky, washing all over the orchid leaves. I am just happy that the light dust is sold on the street, but I am already worried about the new moon arriving in front of the steps. Wen Teng wants the land to grow for a long time, and the beads and autumn lotuses occasionally become round. There are several flower branches hugging each other, and the waning moon is shining in the morning wind.
5. Ode to Dew Drops (Wei Yingwu)
A drop of dew on the autumn lotus falls into the sky in the clear night. In the future, on the jade plate, you may not know the circle until you know it.
6. The Sweet Dew of Heqian Shilang (Meng Jiao)
How can Xuantian speak, the auspicious dew and green pines are numerous.
7. Watching the dewdrops on lotus leaves (Qi Ji)
The dewdrops turned into beads at dawn, and there was no wind in the fields. As long as the roundness of the utensil remains, it may overturn and fall into the pond.
8. White Dew (Du Fu)
White dew is packed with sweet seeds and scatters horse hooves in the early morning.
9. White Dew (Bao Rong)
The cicadas stop chirping for a while, but the dew still changes color. Jin Biao refreshes the morning glory, and the jade pot adds night carvings.
10. Cold dew can be seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree on a moonlit night (Dai Cha)
On the leaves of the sycamore tree, the white dew of the moon has just begun to appear. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold. The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity.