Sentences about the Millennium

The white dew is full of beauty, and the flowers are fragrant because of water. If people are suspicious and sentimental, the evening flowers are fragrant, and the dusk is always hazy, how can we see its true colors? Genji monogatari

Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone. -Li Bai

Autumn dew is like a pearl, autumn moon is like a laurel, and the moon is white. As time goes by, I am separated from my son and miss him. -Jiang Yan

Acacia yellow leaves fall, white dew and wet moss. -Li Bai

The Millennium gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters the clouds. -South Kezi Shili Yuan Qingshan

The lotus leaves are fading, and the west wind is cool all night. The sound of mosquitoes is very quiet, and Bordeaux red wine is a little fragrant.

The breeze blew on the pillow mat and the clothes were wet with dew. -Bai Juyi

The white dew does not fade, and the cool breeze dries up the leaves. -Bai Juyi

The white dew is stained with green grass, and the hibiscus falls into the pool. Time flies silently, and the poems of thousands of years ago have been precipitated in the waves of history. With the bleak autumn wind, the poetry of the Millennium still comes quietly. It's another autumn, with cool breezes and growing autumn. Today is the "White Dew", one of the 24 solar terms. The arrival of the Millennium is thought-provoking.

White dew rain, listening to the sobs on banana leaves outside the window, the lead-gray sky was covered with misty rain. Outside, the drooping sky, sparse rain curtain, empty mountain.

The Millennium solar terms, Qiu Si is getting stronger and stronger. Grandma said, "The Millennium is an autumn night, and it is cold all night." "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" Qiu Si was most moved by such a poem.

Walking into the Tomb-Sweeping Day atmosphere for thousands of years, I really became a rolling dewdrop and an ornament in the vision of Iraqis ... You said that standing on the edge of August, the red umbrella of memory would naturally flow through the emotional grass and cover us in the allusion of a rural proverb.

Don't say that it is early to plant wheat in a thousand years, if it is Hetao, it will be just right.

After drinking the Millennium, mosquitoes shut up.

There is a lot of dew on the grass, so it is not allowed to fall off that day.

The dew on the grass has condensed, and the weather must be fine.