The most beautiful white dew poems
"Qin Feng·Jianjia"
Pre-Qin Dynasty·Book of Songs
Jianjia is green and white dew is like frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side.
If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked.
Travel back from it and you will find yourself in the middle of the water.
Jianjia is miserable, and the white dew is still there.
The so-called Yiren is on the water.
Retrospect and follow it, but the road is blocked and you can advance.
Wandering back from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped.
The so-called beauty is in the river.
Looking back, the road is blocked and to the right.
Go back and swim from it, just like swimming in the water.
"Resentment on the Jade Steps"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
White dew grows on the jade steps, which invades the stockings for a long time at night.
But under the crystal curtain, look at the autumn moon exquisitely.
"Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The drums cut off the people's line, and there is 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 did not stop.
"White Dew"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
White dew is packed with sweet seeds and scatters horse hooves in the early morning.
The garden is open with stone trees, and the boat is crossing into the river.
Just by looking at the fish, you will feel happy, and the whip will rush you to roost.
I have come to know the beauty of autumn, but there are many hidden paths.
"Butterflies Love Flowers"
Song Dynasty Yan Shu
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the mist orchid weeping dew,
The Luomu is lightly 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,
I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.
If you want to send colorful notes and rulers,
Where do you know the mountains are long and the rivers are vast?
"The Autumn Night is Long"
Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty
The Autumn Night is long, but it is still young,
The moon is white and the dew is clear and light, layer by layer Chengqi Pavilion faces each other from a distance.
Looking at each other from a distance, there are no beams in the river.
The north wind is affected by the festival and the geese are flying in the south. The chrysanthemums are fragrant when worshiping orchids.
Minghuan drags his shoes out of the corridor to pound your clothes on the autumn night.
Xianluo is against the phoenix, Danqi is a pair of mandarin ducks,
I harm myself by adjusting the anvil and the pestle.
Thinking of hurting oneself, marching thousands of miles to defend a foreign country.
The news from Heguan is broken, but the road to Longmen is long.
You are in the sky, and your cold clothes are fragrant.
"Miscellaneous Poems"
Wei and Jin · Zuo Si
The autumn wind is so biting, and the white dew is morning frost.
The soft strips are strong day and night, and the green leaves are yellow day and night.
The bright moon rises over the cloud cliff, and the clear light flows.
The pavilion is draped in the front courtyard, and the wild geese are flying in the morning.
Gao Zhiju is everywhere, but he is still in the empty hall.
Strong teeth do not stay forever, but they are always generous at the end of the year.
"White Dew Turns into Frost"
Tang Dynasty·Yancan
Sad autumn is approaching late, and the dew has turned into frost.
The reeds all over Zhugushi turn white first, and the chrysanthemums on the fence turn yellow.
In response to the bell ringing from the distant temple, the geese are flying across Sanxiang.
The qi is so strong that the undershirt is thin, and the cold is intruding and the nights are long and the dreams are long.
The courtyard is filled with moonlight, and the water is flowing with the fragrance of lotus.
I am alone under Peng’s family, and my poor years are on one side.