Dew from tonight white
The moon is the hometown of Ming
I don't think it's autumn again
White dew has arrived
Cool overnight
The ancients, with four hours with five elements
Autumn is gold, gold is white
The yin qi gradually became heavier
Dew condensed and white
Hence the name Bailu
White dew season
The temperature starts to drop
The daily temperature is decreasing
Time always flows inadvertently, from the autumn on August 8 last month to today's Bailu Festival, autumn has quietly gone through a month. The phenological changes in the world require us to understand with our hearts, and when we are busy all day, we must not forget our most basic understanding as all sentient beings in the natural world.
Halfway through autumn, it has entered mid-autumn. A few days ago on the road, the plane trees on the street are still as green as summer, but the wind at night has long been cooled by autumn, the white dew season, and it is nearly the Mid-Autumn Festival, you remember to take good care of yourself outside.
In autumn, we bid farewell to the unbearable heat of yesterday and the restless sound of cicadas in the evening. The sun is getting softer, and the evening wind is cooler and cooler. At night, I returned home, opened the window, listened to the farewell of autumn leaves and branches, and counted the remaining years of the year.
In addition to family and career, people need to have the aura of interacting with heaven and earth alone in their spirit. From tonight into the night is getting cooler, it is better to take your family and children, walk in the community or in the park at night, how long have you not heard the clams in the autumn night? How long have you not picked up a leaf and counted the veins of his years?
White dew festival, early in the morning and one night, autumn leaves and flowers are hung with pearl dew Yao water, stepping through it, empty green clothes, it is also the order of knowing all things. This year's white dew coincides with the weekend, so why not ride or drive to the mountains and wilderness, find a place with a wonderful scenery, sit cross-legged, and chat about floating life...
Yi Zhou Shu Shi Xun: "On the day of the white dew, the wild geese came, and the birds returned on the fifth day, and the birds raised their shame for five days."
Wait, the wild geese come.
Hong yan yu fei, suppress its feathers. From today onwards, the wild geese will travel thousands of miles, fly over mountains and mountains back to the winter land.
Second, the bird returns.
Xuan Bird is a sacred bird in ancient Han mythology and legend, from the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
The initial image of The Bird resembles a swallow, and Wang Yi notes in the Chu Ci RenUn: "Xuan Bird, Yan Ye." ”
The swallows that once accompanied us under the eaves through the spring flowers and summer rains are also preparing for winter!
Three seasons, flocks of birds are shy.
The Book of Rites says, "The one who is ashamed, the food he feeds." "Those who nurture shame, hide it for the winter moon."
Autumn is the season of all things, and it is also the time when the grasses bear fruit, these elves of nature, in line with the changes of the seasons, began to reserve fruits and prepare for the winter.
Nine Discernments (Excerpt) Pre-Qin · Song Yu The white dew is under the grass, and it is away from this sycamore. Go to the dawn of the day, attack the long night.
This night the dew grows, the grass gradually turns yellow, and perhaps overnight the leaves of the wood fall down and cover the long steps. The day has gradually shortened, the long night, and the lovesickness is difficult.
Water Tune Song Head · exhaust Song · Liu Chenweng On this night, the moon of the river is still remembered. Maundy went like water again, and Ande the master stayed. The old days of climbing the building laughed, and on this day the new pavilion wept, and the bald sideburns were cold. Wood falls on the pole pool, fishing singing in the middle of the continent. Hibiscus Que, Mandarin Duck Pavilion, Phoenix Building. Late at night, white dew fell, and who saw wet fluorescent streams. There are guests in this life, but hate that there are fish and no wine, and there is no floating in a lifetime. Heavy province to see the tide, this evening is Hangzhou.
White dew is near the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the night is late wet. Drifting outside, white dew night, wet grass, cool wanderer heart. At this moment, when I went upstairs and looked, the dry and the sleeves were wet by the autumn cool, but there was no pot of turbid wine, talking about this life.
Seven lamentations Han Wang Yue Jing man is not my hometown, what is long-term stagnation. The ark swept the river, and the twilight worried my heart. Yamaoka has Yu Ying, and Iwa A increases weight yin. Foxes gallop to the cave, birds fly over the forest. The waves are clear, and the monkey apes are on the shore. The wind blows, and the white dew stains the placket. Alone at night, I couldn't sleep, and I took the clothes and played the piano. Silk Tong touched people's feelings and sent a sad voice for me. There is no ultimate in bondage, and it is difficult to worry about it.
In a foreign land, the sun is sad, but in the autumn, take a boat across the river. The waves of the river roared, the apes groaned in the mountains and forests on the shore, the rapid river wind lifted my shirt and sleeves, and the autumn dew wet my placket. How to fall asleep on such a cool night?
Line kako Song · Xin abandons the disease White dew garden vegetables. Clearwater Brook Fish. Mr. Laugh, net fishing and hoeing. The small window is high, and the wind shows the books. Look at the North Mountain Shift, Pangu Sequence, and The River Map. Rice green blade. Barefoot and long beard. When the guests come, the wine is sold out. Listen to the wind and listen to the rain, I love my house. Laughing ben has no heart, just thin, this Junshu.
There is no hope of serving the country and resisting gold, Jiaxuan lives in seclusion with the lake, it seems that the years are leisurely, behind the white dew fishing hoe and the wind exhibition of the broken book, why not in the middle of the night in the sand field dream, startled to see the sword, rolling the west wind?
Qinyuan Spring Song · Hong Zhikuo Poetry is not cloudy, crabapples are pale, and white dew is frost. Look at the alpine trees, the old dry clouds, the Yinghua nourishing liquid, and also hide. The craftsman stone went down the forest and collected it in one fell swoop. You must know that it is the great responsibility of the heavenly general, and the place is still open. Vilang Yu Pei Ding Dang. Ask what happened to the noon bridge flower bamboo village. The stars return to the years, the wax remnant spring is shallow, the brocade is smoked with purple, and the chestnut jade cup is yellow. Evoke the east wind, blow up the sake, and count the nails from the beginning. The Ming Dynasty went, taking advantage of the fact that the citrus feast was approaching, full of sleeves of heavenly incense.
All things are free in time, spring comes to sprout, autumn comes to hide. Man is only one of all things, and hundreds of years may not be comparable to the grass and trees around him. Conform to the four hours, enjoy in time, and naturally full of sleeves.
Wake up in the morning Song · Zhang Lei The dawn color is light and hazy, and the garden is white and dewy. The cold bushes are slurring and the leaves of the autumn house are sounding. Older and stronger, though poor and dignified. Floating life is natural, and it is not intended to cry poorly.
Kurama has been trapped in dust for many years, and it is up to the green mountains to open my mind. Zhang Lei of the four bachelors of Sumen, the dawn of white dew, looking at the hazy sky, listening to the sound of cold clams, counting autumn leaves into the window. A scene of Xiao Su, still old and strong, does not live up to the wine full of dignity.
farewell Don Gao shi Last night's centrifugal was depressed, and the three white Lucy winds were high. The fireflies fell on He Shuli, and at this time dreamed of returning to the west. The dawn bell was bright three or four times, and the east neighbor hissed horses to make people frightened. The clothes were sent out of the house, only to see the clouds and return to the horizontal.
Gao Shi traveled with Du Fu and Li Bai. On the night before the parting, I did not sleep all night, and the white dew outside the three days was full of wild west winds, and the leaves fell like autumn rain, and I slept briefly and shallowly. Gathering and scattering bitterness, parting although bitter, but no one to accompany for a lifetime, this wound is doomed.
Miscellaneous poems Western Jin Dynasty Left thought The autumn wind is bitter, and the white dew is the morning frost. The soft strips are vigorous, and the green leaves are yellow day and night. Bright moon out of the clouds cliff, the light of the stream. Pi Xuan was in the vestibule, screaming morning geese. Gao Zhi was all over the world, and the block was guarding the empty hall. Strong teeth do not live permanently, and the twilight is often lamented.
The autumn wind is soothing, blowing down not only the yellow leaves in the courtyard, the night is white and dewy, and the cool night is frost. Yesterday's willow piles of smoke, today's fallen leaves piled up no one sweeps, autumn comes to the twilight, but also often think about the years when the white colt has passed the gap.
Three Songs of the County (Part 1) Don Sheepsmith The red coat is covered with dark incense residue, and the leaves are white and cold in autumn. The Yue woman's affection has been infinite, and Mo Jiao's long sleeves are leaning on the dry.
The autumn leaves have fallen and the dark incense is lingering. Autumn dew is getting colder, but don't live up to your sweetheart, Mo Jiao loves to be endless, Mo Jiao's high-rise buildings look at the end of the lonely, Mo Jiao's dry sleeves are dry with tears.