Poems describing cold dew

1, "Looking at the cold dew on the leaves of plane trees on a moonlit night"

Daicha

On Xiao Shutong's leaves, the moon is full of dew.

The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold.

The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads.

The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight.

Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean.

Don't get tired of peeping, it will be harder to get together.

On a moonlit night in the cold dew season, the dew on the plane leaves aroused the poet's strong interest. The poet painted a charming picture of late autumn with a drop of cold dew.

2. Cold dew

Chishang

Bai Juyi

The cool wind moves, and the cold dew is zero.

The blue flowers began to turn white, and the lotus leaves were still green.

Independent sand cranes fly in pairs to shine on fireflies.

If it is lonely, it is still worth waking up.

A cool breeze blows gently, the morning dew is cold, orchids are withered, lotus leaves are still green, a crane lives alone on the beach, and fireflies are flying on the water. The author thinks that he is lonely and helpless, or what he saw in the sober mood after drunkenness.

3. "Philip Burkart people, autumn red leaves and yellow flowers"

[Song] Yan

Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?

Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.

Autumn Night with Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers in Philip Burkart gives full play to the word "sending a book", and tears grind ink and drop red notes. The sadder the feelings, the more tears there are, and even the scarlet letter on the notes disappears. The whole poem is very melodious, the next sentence is very beautiful, and it is full of nuanced and meaningful meaning, which is a must in ZSZSZSZ's poems.

4. Newly planted sea pomegranate

liu zongyuan

Weak factories don't make money, and far-reaching meaning is better than Peng.

The moon is cold and empty, and the dream is colorful.

Manure with pearl tree, raspberry moss with Joan Ying.

Who is proud of being 80 years old?

As long as readers contact Gong Liu's life experience, it is not difficult to find that this dying and restless pomegranate is Gong Liu's self-portrait. Pomegranate and willow workers are indistinguishable. This artistic conception of the unity of things and me is exactly what Wang Guowei thought, and it is necessary for "a hero to stand on his feet" and "a land without me"