Poetry about birds returning from sunset 1. Ancient poems describing the return of birds from sunset
The setting sun looked down on Xie Tiao and quarreled a lot, but the sun didn't go.
The setting sun is sunny and cloudy, and the pillow is under the east window. The cold bosom is gradually like a bundle, and Qiuju does business.
Excuse me, when is this, Cool Huai Shuo Ma? Those who are injured and return to their twilight years and reconsider leaving home.
Love is not too much and there are too few cases. Since there is no bad government, we can rest in Luoyang society.
Looking at the lonely clouds in Ma Dai at sunset, take Wan Li Road. Miss me for a long time and leave home for a long time.
Trees in the sun are hidden in the distant mountains in autumn. I'm afraid to take pictures by the water for fear of being scared.
Tao (a sunset) looks at Meng Haoran's hometown and worries about the sunset, and homesickness urges each other. Outside his mountain, it is very cold and birds come at night.
Lost in the snow, lost in the balcony. Alas, it's so sad to sing who is the media.
Du Fu hangs a curtain hook at sunset, and the river is quiet in spring. Fangfei is near the shore garden, and firewood leans on the sand boat.
Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
At sunset, Prince Robin is blocked by quicksand in the north and Bashui in Huang Tu in the east. Once I say goodbye to my pea, Wan Li will run after the sand.
Waiting for the full moon, Genji repeatedly hollowed out. The wild is light and the gas is close, and the wind is clear and the smoke is clear.
Weary, poor battlefield. The river controls the accumulation of stones, and the mountain road is far away.
Aim high and be sincere, Bai Hong. If your kindness can be rewarded, the dragon sword is male and female.
The sunset recalls Li Bai in the mountains. After the rain, the smoke is blue, and the sunny days are scattered. The spring breeze comes back and makes the flowers in my yard bloom.
It's embarrassing to see the flowers wither when they fall. I would like to visit the famous mountains and learn to fly Dansha.
The setting sun returned to the empty mountain according to Obsidian's anonymous name, and the sun set. The round shadow crosses the peaks and peaks, and it enters the forest semi-regularly.
Yu Guangche is a group of people, divided into heavy valleys. Shi Jingming, rock light shines with it.
The birds have gone, and the evening smoke is bleak. Who knows this place is coming again, all for fun.
The sunset at night shines on the high platform, and the bells and horns are still ringing. How many times can I sell it? It's half my life.
Leaves flutter in the wind, and colors return to the air. Thinking about ancient personnel has become more dusty.
Clear sand, autumn, nameless lonely village, sunset, light smoke, old trees, western Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Fan Zhongyan, a proud fisherman, has a strange scenery in Qiu Lai, but Hengyang Wild Goose didn't notice it. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. On the autumn lake, snow shadows the setting sun, and smoke waves are everywhere.
Who wants to ask the East? Wang Wei's bicycle is another country that has lived for a long time. Levy Peng, return the geese to Wu.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
The cultural relics of Du Mu Six Dynasties were even empty, and the sky was light and the clouds were idle. Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry.
In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset. Disappointed, I watch Fan Li every day, and there are five lakes in the East.
The roof of Bai Juyi Pavilion in Gaoting is too high to be demolished, and the owner regards it as the Western Hills. Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
At night, Jiangcun overlooks the Dai Fugu River, where the sun is shining, the beach is flat, and fishing boats tilt when the tide ebbs. Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers.
Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.
In the evening of the village, Lei Zhen is full of grass and pond water, and the mountains are soaked by the sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.
Jinling watches high meditation in the evening, accompanied by clouds returning late, accompanied by sunset and autumn sounds; There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. After seeing Wang Nangui and Liu Changqing, I still waved my hand and sobbed in the mist on the water.
Because the flying birds disappeared into space and crossed a desolate green hill. But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset.
Along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication. Chen Xian resented the early setting in Qingchuan Liu Changqing, and was disappointed to be alone.
Birds fly far and near on the flat Ye Yuan, as if they were running with the water. May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water.
The suffering of a friend's relegation is beyond words, like a river with lush spring grass. Night wind Yang Wanli Night wind is not allowed to distinguish the breeze, but it is allowed to hang the heavy curtain to the ground.
The sunset in Ye Ping is not covered by mountains, and the west window is red until the moon comes.
2. Poems about Sunset Birds
The new moon has given birth to birds, and the setting sun is farther west. (Zhang Songlei's "And Zhou Bangyan") No one lies on the back of an ox at sunset, bringing back western Western jackdaw in pairs. (Song Shunmin's "Village Residence") Old Niu Geng was in debt, the grass was on the slope, and the sunset lay. (Song Kong Zhong Ping's "Sleeping Book") Outside the sunset, the western Western jackdaw counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. (Guan "Man") Birds are singing in the valley trees, and the mountains are shadowing the twilight village. (Zi Kai's Hu Shan Jutu) In the shop after the rain, the mangroves in the distant village fell in the sunset. (Green Tea Shen Xing's "Chi He Tie") A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset. (Qing Duanmu Guohu's "Sailing in Shawan") The waterfall drags thousands of rains, and the sunset puts a peak first. (Lin Qingzexu's "Eyes") Success or failure turns empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. (Shen Linjiang Xian) The mountains reflect the water in the sunset, the grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sunset. (Song Fan Zhongyan, "Su Curtain Covering") The sound of the mountains is exhausted, and the peaks are speechless. (Wang Song Yucheng's "Country Trip") There is no hate in the sunset, and the talented people and beautiful women are empty and sad. (Song Chaobuzhi's "Partridge Sky") It rains only when the sky is faint and red, and several soft willows are mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone. (Qing Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha")
Give it to Wang Wei.
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
Du Fu's Sunset The sunset is on the curtain hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat. Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
Jiangcun overlooks the night view of Dai Fugu.
When the sunlight falls on the river head, the sand will level off, the tide will recede and the fishing boat will tilt. Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers.
Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.
Country night in Lei Zhen
In a pond full of grass, the water is full of water, and the mountains cover the waves. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.
The sunset is clean and tidy.
The night is shining on the platform, and the clock and horn are urging. How many times can I sell it? It's half my life. Leaves flutter in the wind, and colors return to the air. Thinking about ancient personnel has become more dusty.
3. Poetry about G bird at sunset
The setting sun looked down on Xie Tiao and quarreled a lot, but the sun didn't go.
The setting sun is sunny and cloudy, and the pillow is under the east window. The cold bosom is gradually like a bundle, and Qiuju does business.
Excuse me, when is this, Cool Huai Shuo Ma? Those who are injured and return to their twilight years and reconsider leaving home.
Love is not too much and there are too few cases. Since there is no bad government, we can rest in Luoyang society.
Looking at the lonely clouds in Ma Dai at sunset, take Wan Li Road. Miss me for a long time and leave home for a long time.
Trees in the sun are hidden in the distant mountains in autumn. I'm afraid to take pictures by the water for fear of being scared.
Tao (a sunset) looks at Meng Haoran's hometown and worries about the sunset, and homesickness urges each other. Outside his mountain, it is very cold and birds come at night.
Lost in the snow, lost in the balcony. Alas, it's so sad to sing who is the media.
Du Fu hangs a curtain hook at sunset, and the river is quiet in spring. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat.
Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
At sunset, Prince Robin is blocked by quicksand in the north and Bashui in Huang Tu in the east. Once I say goodbye to my pea, Wan Li will run after the sand.
Waiting for the full moon, Genji repeatedly hollowed out. The wild is light and the gas is close, and the wind is clear and the smoke is clear.
Weary, poor battlefield. The river controls the accumulation of stones, and the mountain road is far away.
Aim high and be sincere, Bai Hong. If your kindness can be rewarded, the dragon sword is male and female.
The sunset recalls Li Bai in the mountains. After the rain, the smoke is blue, and the sunny days are scattered. The spring breeze comes back and makes the flowers in my yard bloom.
It's embarrassing to see the flowers wither when they fall. I would like to visit the famous mountains and learn to fly Dansha.
The setting sun returned to the empty mountain according to Obsidian's anonymous name, and the sun set. The round shadow crosses the peaks and peaks, and it enters the forest semi-regularly.
Yu Guangche is a group of people, divided into heavy valleys. Shi Jingming, rock light shines with it.
The birds have gone, and the evening smoke is bleak. Who knows this place is coming again, all for fun.
The sunset at night shines on the high platform, and the bells and horns are still ringing. How many times can I sell it? It's half my life.
Leaves flutter in the wind, and colors return to the air. Thinking about ancient personnel has become more dusty.
Clear sand, autumn, nameless lonely village, sunset, light smoke, old trees, western Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Fan Zhongyan, a proud fisherman, has a strange scenery in Qiu Lai, but Hengyang Wild Goose didn't notice it. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. On the autumn lake, snow shadows the setting sun, and smoke waves are everywhere.
Who wants to ask the East? Wang Wei's bicycle is another country that has lived for a long time. Levy Peng, return the geese to Wu.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
The cultural relics of Du Mu Six Dynasties were even empty, and the sky was light and the clouds were idle. Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry.
In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset. Disappointed, I watch Fan Li every day, and there are five lakes in the East.
The roof of Bai Juyi Pavilion in Gaoting is too high to be demolished, and the owner regards it as the Western Hills. Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
At night, Jiangcun overlooks the Dai Fugu River, where the sun is shining, the beach is flat, and fishing boats tilt when the tide ebbs. Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers.
Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.
In the evening of the village, Lei Zhen is full of grass and pond water, and the mountains are soaked by the sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.
Watching Gao Zen in Jinling at dusk, accompanied by clouds returning to the evening, accompanied by sunset and autumn sounds; There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. Seeing Wang Nangui and Liu Changqing, I still waved my hand and sobbed in the mist on the water.
Because the flying birds disappeared into space and crossed a desolate green hill. But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset.
Along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication. Chen Xian resented the early setting in Qingchuan Liu Changqing, and was disappointed to be alone.
Birds fly far and near on the flat Ye Yuan, as if they were running with the water. May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water.
The suffering of a friend's relegation is beyond words, like a river with lush spring grass. Night wind Yang Wanli Night wind is not allowed to distinguish the breeze, but it is allowed to hang the heavy curtain to the ground.
The sunset in Ye Ping is not covered by mountains, and the west window is red until the moon comes.
4. Poetry describing the sunset
Du Fu at sunset
The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream.
Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat.
Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard.
Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
The sunset recalls Li Bai in the mountains.
After the rain, the smoke is blue, and the sunny days are scattered.
The spring breeze comes back and makes the flowers in my yard bloom.
It's embarrassing to see the flowers wither when they fall.
I would like to visit the famous mountains and learn to fly Dansha.
The sunset overlooks Xie Tiao.
There are many disputes, and the day is not over.
The setting sun is sunny and cloudy, and the pillow is under the east window.
The cold bosom is gradually like a bundle, and Qiuju does business.
Excuse me, when is this, Cool Huai Shuo Ma?
Those who are injured and return to their twilight years and reconsider leaving home.
Love is not too much and there are too few cases.
Since there is no bad government, we can rest in Luoyang society.
Looking down at Ma Dai in the sunset.
Lonely clouds return to birds, a thousand miles of time.
Miss me for a long time and leave home for a long time.
Trees in the sun are hidden in the distant mountains in autumn.
I'm afraid to take pictures by the water for fear of being scared.
See Meng Haoran for the first time (with a touch of sunset).
Guests worry about the sunset, and homesickness urges each other.
Outside his mountain, it is very cold and birds come at night.
Lost in the snow, lost in the balcony.
Alas, it's so sad to sing who is the media.
5. Poetry describing the beauty of sunset
1, picking mulberry seeds, sunset glow in West Lake.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
The sunset glow shines on the West Lake, with beautiful flowers and docks, ten hectares of flat land and no boats on the wild shore.
The southwest moon is floating, and the porch is cool. Qing Xiang. The wind on the water awakened the wine.
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The scenery of the West Lake is very beautiful. Looking at the sunset reflecting the twilight, the flower dock on the shore and the small continent covered with aquatic plants are orange-red. The wide lake is as flat as a mirror, and the boat leans against the silent and deserted shore. The clouds cleared and the bright moon appeared in the southwest. A cool wind gently blows on the railing beside the water, bringing a fragrance of lotus seeds. The cool wind blowing water awakened the tourists' wine.
Sunset reminds people of mountains.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
After the rain, the smoke is blue, and the sunny days are scattered. The spring breeze comes back and makes the flowers in my yard bloom.
It's embarrassing to see the flowers wither when they fall. I would like to visit the famous mountains and learn to fly Dansha.
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After the rain, Yuan Ye was green and hazy, and the afterglow in the clear sky was like colorful brocade.
Dongfeng came back with Miss Chun, urging my family to bloom.
Now is the time for flowers to fall, why not let people sigh?
I want to visit famous mountains and rivers, and learn alchemy and Satanism from immortals.
Step 3 look down at the sunset
Tang Dynasty: Ma Dai
Lonely clouds return to birds, a thousand miles of time.
Think of me staying and leaving home for a long time.
Trees in the sun burn to the mountains in autumn.
I dare not take pictures at the water's edge, for fear that I will be shocked to calm down!
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A piece of lonely clouds, a bird returning to the forest, has flown thousands of miles in an instant.
Remembering that I have been away from home for a long time, I can only sigh when I am in a foreign land.
The afterglow of the sunset falls on the tall trees, and the sunset on the autumn mountain is like a fire.
I dare not look at my reflection when I am near the water, because I am afraid that my face will change.
4. Plug it up
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
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I want to go to the border crossing by bike, and the country I pass by has passed my residence.
Thousands of miles of cornices also floated out of Sai Han, and the geese heading north soared in the sky.
Solitary smoke goes straight to the vast desert, and the sunset on the endless Yellow River is round.
When you meet detective knight in Xiaoguan, tell me that Duhu is already in Yanran.
5. Leyou Tomb
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
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I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is dusk.
6. Poems describing sunsets
1, spring complaint
Author Liu, Tang Dynasty
The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
Vernacular translation:
Outside the screen window, the sun fades and the dusk gradually falls;
Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears.
The courtyard is empty, and the spring scenery is about to disappear;
Pear flower falls fell all over the floor, and the door closed mercilessly.
2. Yongfeng
Author Wang Bo, Tang Dynasty.
Su Su is cool and beautiful, and my forest is clean.
Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain.
There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love.
The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you.
Vernacular translation:
In the hot early autumn, a cool breeze blew, and the valley forest suddenly became refreshing and cool.
It blew away the smoke in the mountain, swept away the fog in the mountain, and exposed the houses beside the mountain stream.
The cool breeze comes and goes without a trace, but its blowing seems to be very emotional and comfortable.
When the red sun sets in the west and the mountains and rivers are silent, it blows from the pine forest, and the sound is like pines.
3. Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow
Author Liu Changqing, Tang Dynasty.
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Vernacular translation:
When dusk falls on the mountain, the farther the journey is, and the thatched cottage looks poorer in cold weather.
Suddenly there was a dog barking outside Chai Men, and the family who stayed at home on a snowy night came back.
4. Yellow Crane Tower
Author Cui Hao, Tang Dynasty.
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Vernacular translation:
The immortal of the past has flown away with the Yellow Crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower here.
The yellow crane never came back. For thousands of years, only Hanyang trees can be clearly seen in the long white clouds and sunshine, and Nautilus Island is covered with a piece of green grass.
It is getting late. Looking into the distance, where is my hometown? In front of me, I saw a mist hanging over the river, which brought people deep sorrow.
5. "Cold food/cold food day is a thing."
Author Han Yi, Tang Dynasty,
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
Vernacular translation:
In Chang 'an in late spring, catkins are flying all over the sky, and the east wind blows the willow branches in the imperial garden at the Cold Food Festival.
As night fell, the palace was busy handing out candles, and smoke curled into the homes of princes and nobles.