Crabapples are green, and white dew is frost. The white dew season has arrived, the autumn mood is getting stronger, the autumn is high and refreshing, and the jade dew is cold. The Book of Rites and the Order of the Moon records: "Blind winds come, wild geese come, birds return, and flocks of birds raise shame." White dew to, the weather has turned cold, the day is cold, do not forget to add clothes.
Life, why not take advantage of the years! Fifteen poems of white dew, let you meet the beautiful white dew season in the poem, may all the good stop at this time! Breeze and white dew, may you be 100 years old and worry-free!
Lu
Tang-Du Fu
White dew dough sweet seeds, early morning loose horseshoes.
The garden opens with stone trees, and the boat crosses into the river.
With a few fish music, back whip rapid bird perch.
Gradually know the beauty of autumn, the path is afraid of many mysteries.
Autumn sunset nostalgia
Tang-Yaohe
Last night, under the white dew, the autumn air filled the mountain city.
The wind is crisp, and the window pen ink is light.
Linshu loves the real thing, avoids drinking and fears crazy names.
Only intend to follow the elk and live a long life.
Autumn dew
Tang-Yongtao
White dew is ambiguous and autumnal, and the moon is in the middle of the ming and the clouds.
The traces of the beaded foil are heavy, and the jade disc is empty.
When the bamboo moves, the birds are startled, and the shahan dark trichomoniasis.
The garden is full of eternal nights, and gradually desires to be with the frost.
Morning to the back garden
Song-Liu
The white dew is heavy in the morning, and the late flowers are flourishing in autumn.
The city is cloudy to less breathless, and there is no noise under the forest.
The old man can call out the crane, and the slave can play with the ape.
The mountains and forests are different, and the machines are revived.
Rafting autumn nostalgia
Song-Luo with it
White dew to cool off, Dan Feng dot painting autumn.
Idle chanting small mountains, returning to the great rivers.
The world is full of camps in three caves, and people who enjoy a hill.
The canopy window is good, and the moon is resting.
Song-Zhangfu
The sun shines on the plains, and the wind blows the seedlings.
There is no rain in the imperial sky, and the white dew is only in the Ming Dynasty.
The road of the world is difficult and dangerous, and people's hearts are shaken.
Sorrow comes only wine, and the chat will never end this night.
Sick
Song-Liu Kezhuang
Yan Guan fan abused the cooking, overheard the eaves of the sick thinking.
The white dew fell in the calm weather, and the blue clouds were at dusk.
An autumn medicine wrapped in cooking, a hundred years old book window is dark and bright.
He has no career in his daily sweat, but his poetry can steal a false name.
Autumn sense
Yuan-Qiuyuan
The Ming Dynasty gave white dew, and the golden wind rose this night.
Under the lamp, leaning on the lone pillow, the hedge root language hundred insects.
Where the sycamore falls, the shaft is several empty.
The guest is shocked by the autumn half, and the hot and cool letter turns fluffy.
Hengjiang Xilu
Ming-Gao
The river is exposed, and the autumn air is full of waves.
The night does not reflect the water, and the breeze blows suddenly.
The lonely boat waits for the bright moon, and smells the incense of Landu.
yesterday
Ming-Wang Bangqi
Yesterday the white dew fell, and now the geese are singing.
People can re-source, who dare to betray the situation.
The fields are ripe, and the leaves at the end of the forest are gradually lighter.
Since the two sandals, give the name of the time.
Groaning in the rain
Qing-Wei
In the past, he talked about wangba, and now he learns to be a farmer.
Chickens and dolphins graze themselves, drink and peck with people.
Crying in the air, wild songs intend to send poor.
At night, the dew is white, and it is full of chrysanthemums.
Cool night
Modern - Xiao Mengxia
The summer side is too white and fresh, and the cicadas are half old geese coming to the sky.
Tao Sheng is eight feet clear in the water, and sleeps in the cool wind overnight.
Huanxi Sand - White Dew Is Wet And Green Moss
Modern - Gu Sui
White dew is wet with green moss. Last night there was no sleep.
Morning glory does not open toward the middle of the month.
This morning I got up late to sleep well, and went up the window and the red sun and the empty steps.
Morning glory flew butterflies.
Strike Sycamore - White Dew
Modern - Zhao Xi
The morning color will be the sun, dyed red, and the dark clouds in the sky are dark and shallow.
Gradually the plane tree, tears streaked, poured out a thousand points.
Cold with the old to sad and dreamy, the life grinding cattle around.
Bai Lu is in this dynasty festival, sighs have changed, and autumn people are far away.
Shake down to see the river pass, drift zero years late. Each of them is a Yanshan Wuyuan.
Seven degrees of mourning cicada song, under the cool leaves, Gu Ying silver screen double cover.
Looking at the crab leaf in the distance, the flag was still shining, but the wet clouds were green.
Let the west wind frost flowers blow, and the knife scissors are sounded in unison.
I feel nostalgic for the White Dew Festival
Hyundai - Zhang Zhongxing
Listening to the sound of the falling leaves of the long yang, the reed flowers and geese were merciless.
Dream back to ask about the west flowing water, into the Zen Pass still a few journeys.
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