The poems about the clear breeze and white dew are as follows:
1. The leaves are green and the white dew is like frost. ——"The Book of Songs"
Appreciation:
In the poem, "white dew turns to frost" conveys to readers that it is already late autumn, and the genius has dawned, because there are still traces of frost on the reed leaves. Frost flowers formed by night dew. On such a late autumn morning, the poet came to the river in order to pursue the longing person.
What appears in front of you is the vast expanse of reeds, showing loneliness and loneliness. Where is the person the poet is looking forward to? All I know is that it's on the other side of the river.
2. The moon rises above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky. ——Su Shi's "Red Cliff Ode"
Appreciation:
The word "wandering" vividly and vividly depicts the soft moonlight as being extremely attached and affectionate to tourists. Under the bright moonlight, a vast white mist envelopes the river surface, and the skylight and water color merge into one, as the saying goes, "Autumn water always has the same color as the sky." This is the front part of the article describing the "boating" tour to enjoy the scenery. It uses the scenery to express emotions, blending the emotions into the scenery, and the scene is beautiful.
The tourists are open-minded, comfortable and unrestrained at this time, so "as far as a reed is concerned, the vast expanse of land is at a loss", riding a small boat on the vast and boundless river where "the waves are calm" , drifting with the waves, drifting away from the world, detached and independent. The vast river and the free and easy mind leap out of the author's writing, and the joy of boating is beyond words.
3. White dew grows on the jade steps and invades the stockings at night. ——Li Bai's "Jade Level Resentment"
Appreciation:
The night is cool and the dew is heavy, and the socks are cold, and the resentment of others is like complaining when you see them without talking about them. The two characters seem to be realistic, but they are applied to the artistic conception of Cao Zijian's "Lingbo steps slightly, and the socks are dusty".
The resentment is deep and the night is deep. I can't help but feel the loneliness from outside the curtain to inside the curtain. When the curtain is lowered, I can't bear to make the bright moon lonely. Like the moon, it pities people, and it's like people pity the moon. If people don't have the moon with them, what else can they have with them? The moon is speechless, and so are the people. But the reader knows that people have infinite words, and the moon also understands these infinite words, but when writing, they just stare at the moon. This kind of resentment without resentment is deeper than resentment.