Cold dew festival, the twenty-fourth solar term

At the beginning of the singing tide, the river dew is still fresh. -Don Liu Xiyi's Eight Poems in the South of the Yangtze River

At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes. -Tang Wang Wei's "Autumn Nocturne"

Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them. -Tang Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao"

A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken. -Tang Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao"

The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow. -Tang Bai Juyi's Mujiang Yin

The leaves are as thick as dew, and the branches sway like waist. -Yang Liuzhi by Don Bai Juyi

At the end of the night, the breeze rises and the dew turns over the pool. -Tang Wangya's two Qiu Si poems

I don't even want to stay home, which shows China's sadness and sadness. -Don Li Yu's Autumn Warbler

Swallows returned to Fei Lan to cry. A thousand times can't last. -Song Yan Shu's "Qing Ping Le"

The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall. -Su Song Shi's "Dead"

Jiujiang is cold and dew, and the north wind makes waves. -Li Qunyu's "The Wooden Boat"

The rain is cold and wet, and the stars move to Yuwan. -Xiang Anshi's "Sitting on the Moon"

Cold dew and wet moss make autumn come. -"Miscellaneous Songs and Mountain Partridges"