1. Visiting Kinmen·It’s getting late
[Song Dynasty] Zhao Wei
It’s getting late. There is a flying goose flying outside the clouds.
My eyes are full of autumn alone. Chrysanthemums are still cold.
The leaves in the Xianggou are red. Too lazy to complain about new poems.
Where does the sound of the flute break? The curtain is not rolled up late at night.
2. When the water is dim and the sky is dark, we park under the cliff and go boating.
Full poem:
Mooring in the East River at Night with Pregnancy
[Tang Dynasty] Tang Yanqian
The water is dim and the sky is late, and I am moored under the cliff. Boat.
The geese return injured when they are alone, and the wild gulls sleep alone and sigh.
The sound of the stream makes you feel sad, and the dream of hometown makes you sad.
When I'm sober, I push up the awning and sit down, looking at the female cows in desolation.
3. The sky is getting late and the sun is sinking. Returning to the boat is tied to Liuyin.
Full poem:
Late Mooring at Qili Beach
[Tang Dynasty] Xu Hun
The sun is sinking in the evening, and the boat is tied to Liu Yin .
There is Pingjian Temple in Jiangcun, and Wenjian is far away in Shanguo.
The sound of apes is heard in the dense trees, and the shadows of wild geese are deep in the clear waves.
Prosperity is a temporary thing, who knows Zi Ling’s heart.
4. A little whip-shaking, Huaitian evening scene.
The woods are black with rain, and the grass is red with frost.
Full poem:
Southern Journey to Huai Dian
[Song Dynasty] Lin Bu
A little whip-shaking, in the evening view of Huai Tian.
The woods are black with rain, and the grass is red with frost.
Who has the courage to pity the knight? His clothes make him laugh.
The cold power dares to fall away, and the wine and flag wind are hunted.
5. Sunset over the lake and sky
[Song Dynasty] Sheng Lie
The sharks weaved silk of five colors, but Feng Yi did not dare to weave the deep marsh.
The candle dragon returned to Huanxi, and the scenery took up half of the sky.
The light is bright and purple, and the glass is dipped into amber.
Why should you take advantage of the wind and cut it at will?
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