The ancient poems about cold dew are as follows:

1. Bai Juyi's "Chi Shang": The morning comes and the cold dew is heavy, and the rising sun celebrates the new sunshine. The cool wind is blowing, and the dew is cold and desolate. The orchids fade and the flowers turn white, while the leaves of the lotus remain green when they are broken. The sand crane sits alone, and the fireflies fly together to illuminate the water. If you are in a lonely place, it is still worth waking up from the wine.

2. Wei Yingwu's "Send Huaiguang back to Yangzhou after his defeat": The lower class often feels humiliated, and young people are lonely and light-hearted. Visiting relatives and returning to the seaside is like my uncle getting the name of his poem. Farewell to the green hills at night, walking in search of fragrant grass in the distance. The due date should not be far away, the cold dew wets Wucheng.

3. Zhang Jiuling's "Occasionally Ode to the Morning Sitting in the Zhai": The cold dew clears the autumn sky, and distant mountains are visible. The solitary top is suddenly repaired, and the faint clouds are restored. People admire the land, and birds also love Lin Xu. The knot is tied to the distant place, and the bow is restrained. Yangxiao thanked Yihan, feeling exhausted on the way. The old age brings you together, and you are eager to return to your heart. If you have good leisure time, you will not be disappointed with Nanshan Music.

4. Liu Zongyuan's "Hibiscus Pavilion": The new pavilion overlooks the red sill, and the beautiful trees bloom with hibiscus. The fragrant morning breeze is far away, and the cold dew is thick. He comes out of this world in a dashing way, with a low profile and a strange appearance. If you taste the empty metaphor of color, who is the workman of creation? I lingered in Qiuyueyan, and handed over the mountain bell from afar.

5. "Farewell Wife" by Chen Jiqing: The moon is cold and white, so pay attention this evening. Drinking wine adds sorrow, poems are written and tears are recited. When I leave the song, I sing the phoenix pipe, but I don’t blame the crane for the Yao qin. Tomorrow night, where I miss you, the autumn wind blows half a quilt.

6. Li Qunyu's "Sangluozhou": It's a cold dew evening in Jiujiang, and the gentle waves are blowing from the north. The fishermen in Puyu are on fire, and the geese are singing. Decaying clouds obscure Luyue, and faint drums distinguish Huancheng. I recall from afar that my brother, Tianbian, once traveled this way.

7. Liu Cang's "Looking at the Western Sun in Autumn": There are several layers of green moss on the ancient trees, which makes pedestrians feel more excited about their journey.

8. Wang Wei's "Send Off Li Taishou of Wei County to Take the Appointment": The lonely city looks into the misty sky in the distance, and after leaving, the post bridge is full of worries. The county seal temporarily proposes three strategic decisions, and Sai Hong competes to see Wulinghao. The orange sound of the lake reminds me of tomorrow morning, the water state and the mountain light are solitary.

9. Lu Chang's "Send Li Shanren Back to the Mountain": Come from the top of thousands of mountains, but don't end up at the top of ten thousand peaks. Believe it or not, apart from the dust, the world must also be floating. The faint sound is heard everywhere, and the cold stream is quiet when you step on it. If you go to the human market, will you sell wine?

10. Lu Zhaolin's "Late Crossing the North Gate of Xianyang": The firewood collectors live far away from each other, and Zeng writers are close neighbors. The singing and blowing songs are blocked by the throat, and the wild tunes are replaced by the palace sounds, and the flowers are stuffed by the drifters. Tears, the heart of hometown hangs on the willows.