A round of setting sun spread out half a river, and half a river was red in the water.

Poor September third night dew is like a real pearl and a bow.

Precautions:

1, Se Se: It was originally the name of a kind of green jewelry, which stands for green here.

2. Poverty: Cute meaning. The word "pity" is often interpreted as "loveliness" in poetry.

Language translation:

The sunset reflected in the water,

Colour half the river green and the other half orange.

The night on the third day of September is lovely and charming

The grass by the river is covered with dew as crystal as pearls. Looking up again, a crescent moon rises, like a delicate bow hanging in the blue sky.

Appreciate:

The first two sentences are about the river at sunset. The sunset spreads in the water. The setting sun shines on the river, but it says "spread" instead of "take pictures" This is because the setting sun is close to the horizon and almost touches the ground. It's really like "spreading" on the river, "half river rustling, half river red". The weather is clear and calm, the river flows slowly, and the river is covered with tiny ripples. The part that receives more light shows "red"; Where there is little light, there is dark blue. The poet grasped the two colors on the river, but showed the scene that the river was sparkling at dusk and the color changed rapidly in the sunset.

The last two sentences are about the night scene when the new moon rises. The poet lingered until the early moon rose, the cool dew fell and a better realm appeared in front of him. The poet leaned over and looked: Hehe, the grass by the river was covered with crystal dew. Dewdrops on the green grass are inlaid on it like pearls! With the metaphor of "real pearl", not only the roundness of dew is written, but also the luster of dew shining under the new moon. Look up again: a crescent moon rises, just like hanging a delicate bow in the blue sky! The poet condensed two scenes in heaven and earth into a poem-"Dew is like a pearl, and the moon is like a bow". From the crescent moon bent like a bow, the author remembered that it was "the third night of September", and could not help but blurt out his lovely praise for it, expressing his feelings directly, pushing his feelings to a climax and causing waves in his poems.