Dew gold smoked chrysanthemum shore, the wind shook the blue half. Wang Luobin of Tang Dynasty "Asked by Jiangnan"
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Tang Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
The wind and the Lin Hao moon set, and the clothes were clean and the piano was opened. Tang Du Fu's Night Banquet Left Village
Dew, Watson, bamboo shoots, moss, frost roots. Bamboo Slips by Tang Lihe
At that time, there was still wine in the jade bowl, and the silver lamp was bright, and it was adjacent to the outside. Tang Lihe crossed Huaqing Palace.
Water is like Hunan and Hubei, bamboo cries like mountain dew month. Huang Toulang by Tang Lihe
Dark drops of flowers hang down and the moon shines on the whole city. Tang Zhangji's Spring Festival Evening Huangfuranzhai Banquet
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. Don Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far away"
When you leave, the spring tide roams the railing; Now the dew is hanging on the branches. Cold thinking of Tang Li Shangyin
Orchids are still stained with smoke, and residual chrysanthemums are still exposed. Late Autumn Mountain Pavilion by Don Li Shimin
At the beginning of the singing tide, the river dew is still fresh. Liu Tang Yi Xi's Eight Poems in the South of the Yangtze River
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes. Wei's Autumn Nocturne
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them. Qing Ping Diao by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken. Qing Ping Diao by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow. Don Bai Juyi's Ode to Mujiang
Leaves as thick as dew, branches as dancing waist. Yang Liuzhi of Don Bai Juyi
At the end of the night, the breeze rises and the dew turns over the pool. Two Qiu Si Poems by Tang Wangya
I don't even want to stay home, which shows China's sadness and sadness. Don Autumn Warbler
Swallows returned to Fei Lan to cry. A thousand times can't last. Shu's Qing Ping Le
The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall. History of the "dead"
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Guanqueqiao County, Qin Song