Ancient poems about Cold Dew 2017 Cold Dew solar term ancient poems appreciation

What are some ancient poems about Cold Dew? “Collected Explanations of the 72 Seasonal Changes” says: “In September, the dew is cold and is about to condense.” Next, let’s take a look at the selected ancient poems and verses that describe the Cold Dew solar term.

2017 Cold Dew Solar Term Ancient Poetry Appreciation

Tang Dynasty

"On the Pond" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The cool breeze blows gently, and the cold dew drops sadly. The orchid flowers begin to turn white when they wither, and the lotus leaves remain green when they break.
A crane perches alone on the sand, and two fireflies fly in pairs, illuminating the water. If you are in a desolate place, you will still feel like you have just sobered up from drinking.

"Sending Huai Guang Back to Yangzhou After Failing the Imperial Examination" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty: When one fails the imperial examination, he often feels wronged, as a young man with a frivolous heart. I returned to the seaside to visit my relatives and became famous as a poet like my uncle.
Bidding farewell to the green mountains in the evening, I go in search of fragrant grass in the distance. The return date should not be far away, the cold dew has wet the city.

"Farewell to My Fifteenth Uncle" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty The autumn water in the deep forest is empty recently, and the returning oars are playing in the clear shade.
How sad it is to leave the cup at Xipu? The insects are crying sadly in the cold dew on the grass roots.

"Old Friends from Jiangxiang Occasionally Gathering in the Guest House" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty The autumn moon is full again, and the city walls are towering at night. We met again in the south of the Yangtze River, and it seemed like we were meeting in a dream.
The wind-blown branches startled the dark magpies, and the dew-covered grass covered the cold crickets. The long journey makes me drunk, and I dread the morning bell when we stay together.

"A Letter to Master Yu of Ci'en Temple" by Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty Looking out at the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I reflect on my life in the empty room. The Big Dipper produces clear water, and the Southern Mountain produces heavy green.
Doves roost in bamboos in the cold dew, wild geese fly over the full moon. The feelings are deep this night, I am visiting my old home in Hengyang.

"On the First Day of September, I Visited the Twelve Warehouse Officers and the Fourteenth Chief Clerk Brothers" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The rhubarb stick invades the cold dew, and the thatched door opens to the morning smoke. When I am tired, I rest under the tree, and when I am old and sleepy, I read a book and fall asleep.
Qiu Jue follows me to my end, and comes because of filial piety and friendship. The enjoyment of elegant conversation can make you forget your age.

"Zhai Xin" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty Ivy covers the stone walls, and the stream is hazy and dim. Purple kudzu vines and yellow flowers, beautiful in the cold dew.
Drink dew from flowers in the morning and sleep under pines in the wind at night. The clouds turn into water, and their brilliance is the same as mine.
The sun and the moon are losing their spirits, and the sky is empty.

"Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics: Mountain Quail" by Tang Dynasty/Anonymous After being stationed at Yuguan for a long time, the girl in her empty room is alone and worried. The Cold Dew wets the moss, and my hair has turned disheveled since we parted.
People sit in brothels late at night, when orioles sing and flowers bloom. Most people who are worried are getting old, but you don’t know how heartbroken they are.

"Old Friends from Jiangxiang Occasionally Gathering in the Guest House" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty The autumn moon is full again, and the city walls are towering at night. We met again in the south of the Yangtze River, and it seemed like we were meeting in a dream.
The wind-blown branches startled the dark magpies, and the dew-covered grass covered the cold crickets. The long journey makes me drunk, and I dread the morning bell when we stay together.

"Song of the Sword of Chunfang Zhengzi" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty The ancestor had three feet of water in his box, and he once went into Wutan to kill the dragon.
The slanting moonlight blows away the cold dew, and the linen belt cannot be blown away when it is spread out.
The skin of the dragon's fetus is covered with old thorns, and the cormorant's tail is decorated with patterns and patterns.
Just like Jing Ke's heart, don't let it shine through the words "Chunfang".
The golden silk ball was suspended in a basket, and the divine light wanted to intercept the Lantian jade.
The White Emperor in the West was frightened, and the ghost mother cried in the autumn suburbs.

"The First Month of the Year at Chongrang's House" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty The doors are tightly locked and covered with green moss, and I linger in the deep corridors and pavilions.
The prophet saw the wind rising and the moon haloing, but the flowers were still not in bloom due to the cold dew.
The bat fluttered the curtain and the flag finally spread out, and the rat climbed over the window net, startling me.
With my back to the lamp, I listen to the lingering fragrance and talk, and I sing unconsciously into the night.

"Night Banquet Ballad" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty. A pair of dragonflies fell from her hair due to a long hairpin, and the painting screen opened up at the end of the green mountain. The five marquises of the Qiuxu Prince,
Drinking a thousand cups of wine is like drinking a torrent of water. The phoenix sings without rhythm, her brows are frowned, her sleeves are covered with snow.
The kindness is shared by all four of us in the quiet night; do not let the ditch water separate east and west. The wax tears and the fragrant beads are gone,
The morning breeze makes the gauze curtains cold. The fluttering halberds and belts are arranged in order, and there are twenty-four dragon-painted poles.
The cracked pipes and the lingering strings play a complex tune, and the fragrant cups pour out the spring wine with gentle waves. The guests of the high building have dispersed and the apricot blossoms are plentiful.
The new toad's eyes are as bright as its eyes.