Wow, the clouds in the west are beautiful.

only..

It was late at night and I remembered that I had forgotten to take the photo.

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①(9.7)

It seems to be "white dew" today.

I saw a poem in Ant Forest:

How many fragrances are there in dreams, and waking up in the morning seems like another night.

But I heard that time is approaching, dusting off the white shoulders to go to autumn.

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"The dew will turn white tonight."

Is this sentence related to Bai Lu?

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" Dew"

Decaying lotus rolls, jade sparkles, the west wind blows cold all night.

The sound of wild geese makes the mosquitoes want to be quiet. The red dates are dotted with the fragrance of osmanthus.

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Tang Dynasty·Li Bai's "Jade Steps Resentment"

dew grows on the jade steps, and it invades the stockings for a long time at night.

But I lowered the crystal curtain and gazed at the exquisite autumn moon.

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Song Dynasty·Zhongshu's "Nankezi·Ten Miles of Green Mountains Away"

Ten miles away, the green mountains are far away, and the tide-level road is covered with sand. Birds are chirping several times, complaining about the passing years. It is a desolate time again, at the end of the world.

The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the dawn clouds. I asked the lotus beside the green poplar embankment: Do you remember selling wine during the New Year?

(Wan Yue’s first work: Waning Heat)

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Song Dynasty·Qin Guan's "The Fragrance of the Courtyard·The Clear Water of Autumn"

The blue water is startling autumn, the yellow clouds are setting in the twilight, and the fallen leaves are scattered on the empty steps. The people in the wedding room are quiet, and the slanting moon is shining. The Double Ninth Festival is approaching again, and the sound of anvils and pestles is heard in several places. Under the west window, the wind is shaking the green bamboos, and it is suspected that an old friend is coming.

Sadness. Increased hope. New love is easy to lose, and the past is hard to guess. Ask the yellow chrysanthemum on the fence, and you will know who bloomed it. If you say sorrow, you must drink wine. Before the wine wakes up, the sorrow has already returned. After a long time, the golden waves gradually turn, and the white dew spots appear.

Green moss.

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Today’s ancient poetry.

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Tang Dynasty·Li Bai's "Three Poems on Sauvignon Blanc"

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.

Luowei cries in autumn, Jinjinglan, the slight frost is desolate and the mat is cold.

The lonely lamp cannot be understood and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh.

Beauty is like a flower in the clouds.

There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below.

The journey is long and the soul is in pain, but the dream soul cannot reach Guanshan.

Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.

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The sun is full of color, the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright, so I can't sleep.

Zhao Sechu stopped the phoenix pillar, and the Shuqin was about to play the mandarin duck strings.

This song is intended to be passed down by no one, and I wish to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze.

I recall that you are far away from me in the blue sky.

What used to be Hengbomu is now a fountain of tears.

If you don’t believe that I have a broken heart, come back and look in front of a bright mirror.

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When the beauty is here, the house is filled with flowers, but when the beauty is gone, the bed is empty.

The embroidered quilt is not rolled up in the bed, and I still smell the lingering fragrance for the past three years.

The fragrance never goes out, and people never come.

Acacia yellow leaves fall, white dew wets the moss.

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Tang Dynasty·Ma Dai's "Autumn Residence on Bashang"

It is windy and rainy in Bayuan, and we see frequent flying geese in the evening.

Deciduous trees in a foreign land, people alone at night under cold lamps.

dewdrops drop in the empty garden, and wild monks stand next to each other on the solitary wall.

I have been lying in the suburbs for a long time. When did I end up here?

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Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu's "Send to Li Dan Yuanxi"

Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, and today the flowers bloom again for another year.

Things in the world are uncertain and difficult to predict, and the sorrow of spring makes me sleep alone.

If you are sick, you will miss the fields. If you are in exile in the city, you will have to pay your stipend.

After hearing the news, I wanted to come to ask for information. I looked at the full moon several times from the west tower.

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Qing Dynasty·Nalan Xingde's "Where is the Shadow of the Jade Circle"

Where? A few leaves are rustling in the rain. The flowers on the eaves are all wet, and there is no one talking at the bottom of the flowers.

In Ziping Mountain, the jade furnace is cold. Who can see the two frowning eyebrows leaning against the railing.

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Song Dynasty·Cai Xiang's "Dream Writing"

The sky is dark with heavy rain, and the red sun shines brightly on the mountains in front of the building.

Is Songyang layman safe now? His blue eyes can see the love of people thousands of miles away.

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The Five Dynasties·Ouyang Jiong's "Good Spring·The First Warmth of the Sky"

The sky is warm at the beginning, the sun is getting longer, and the spring is beautiful. At this time, all places are happy and fragrant.

The bamboo shoots sprout from the moss and are tender green, and the flowers nestle in the snowy dock and are fragrant. Who cuts the golden wire and hangs it in the setting sun?

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Song Dynasty·Qin Guan "Good things are coming soon·Working in dreams"

The spring rain adds to the flowers, and the flowers turn the mountain into a spring color. Walking deep into the creek, there are thousands of orioles.

Feiyun turned into a dragon and snake in front of his face, and turned into a green sky. He lay drunk under the shade of an ancient vine, not knowing the north or the south.

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"Rose" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

The blossoming spirit leaves are soft, and the fragrance of rain and clear breeze is intoxicating.

The brocade curtains of the Shi family are still there, leaning against the strong wind at night.

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"Night Drinking" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

It is predicted that the face will fade at night, and the feast will be held in a different way.
To be continued...