Cold dew poetry

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty? Author: Liu Cang

Wenyang is far from thinking about water and living in a deep dream.

At the end of the year, insects sing cold dew grass, and cicadas sing in the west.

Sichuan is far away, the autumn moon is quiet and the clouds are far away.

Wine can't hurt you, but books are answered by geese.

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Translate "Leaving Cui Long as a Scholar, Kun Zhong";

In Wenyang, I bid farewell to you. After parting, my thoughts will be endless like water, and the deep friendship I once had can only be seen in my dreams. It is already late autumn, and crickets groan on the grass with cold dew. As the sun sets, Qiu Chan chirps on the old locust tree, and her voice drifts away with the wind. The river is separated by distant mountains, autumn scenery is quiet, and the sky in the distance is clear and cloudless.

Let's drink this glass of wine together, don't be sad about it. After all, we can get to know each other's situation, express our thoughts and continue our friendship through letters.

Baidu Encyclopedia-"Leave Cui Long to a Scholar"