"Bai Dew"
Era: Tang Author: Du Fu
White dew is packed with sweet seeds and scattered with horse hooves in the early morning. The garden is open and connected 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. Gradually I know that autumn is beautiful, but the paths in the secluded areas may be treacherous.
"White Dew Turns into Frost"
Era: Tang Author: Yan Can
Sad autumn is approaching late, and the dew has turned into frost. The reeds all over Zhugashi turn white at first, and then turn yellow when stained with chrysanthemums.
In response to the bell ringing from the distant temple, the geese are flying across Sanxiang. The undergarment is thin due to anger, and the nights are cold and the dreams are long.
The courtyard is filled with moonlight, and the water is flowing with the fragrance of lotus. I only think about Peng's family, and the poor years are on one side.
"White Dew Turns into Frost"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Xu Chang
When the young woman arrives in the early cold, zero dew turns into frost. Fly into the clear scenery at night, and accumulate prime light in the early morning.
The Si star is clear at first, and the Jia Chan is green again. The color is as white as the beach, and the leaves of the Vega tree are yellow.
The bright brilliance hits the fan, and the murderous spirit covers the generals. Ge Gu's unworthy shoes will only hurt the gentleman.
"White Dew"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bao Rong
The cicadas paused for a while, but the dew also changed colors. Jin Biao refreshes the morning glory, and the jade pot adds night carvings.
The firefly flames have been reduced, and the power of the mourning cicada has been slightly reduced. Welcoming the society stimulates the heart of the swallow, and helps the wind to rest the wings of the wild goose.
After a moment of sadness and love, I think about it again. Bowing high to the moon and returning home, weaving by the lamplight.
The jade plate is full of tears, but there is no news.
"Independence on the White Dew Day"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Qiu Kui
The west wind blows on my temples, and my shadow follows me in the independent courtyard. One-year-old dew turns white tonight, and one-year-old eyes are blue to the old sky.
There are not many trees in autumn, but in recent months a few stars can be seen. I am so melancholy that all those who cultivated in the past will die. Who can leave a will in the future generations?