1. Verses praising dusk
Verses praising dusk 1. Verses praising dusk
1. Feeling unwell in the evening, I drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk. 2. Jiang Hui saw Shuanghuabiao and knew it was Xiguo Gate in Xunyang.
Three or four miles into the boat, water smoke, sand and rain are approaching dusk. 3. Silk Lord's writings are quiet, and the bells and drum towers are carved with long inscriptions.
Who is my companion when I sit alone at dusk? Ziweihua versus Ziwei Lang. 4. At dusk, the tide falls and the sand in the south becomes bright. The moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow clears.
The water quality is not good and the smoke is not flowing, and the jade fields are flat, cold and empty. 5. There is noisy singing and dancing in the painting hall, and no one comes and goes to the club to watch.
I have been accompanying you in the river tower for a long time, and I am still waiting to lean on the railing at dusk. 6. In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is covered with locust flowers and trees full of cicadas.
Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and autumn is the time when the heart breaks. 7. The smoke from ancient locust trees is thin, and the crows are sad at night. They stand alone in the ditch at dusk.
Looking at the southern country and thinking about it far away, a new group of geese went to Tingzhou. 8. The mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.
The Double Ninth Festival is here again, with jade pillows and gauze kitchens, and the coolness begins to shine through in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
It’s hard not to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
. Farmers pounded old grains, silkworms and concubines prayed for new clothes. Cows and horses were far away due to the wind, and chickens and dolphins passed through the community. At dusk, on the road under the forest, the gods returned after playing drums and flutes. Looking back at the Yi River in the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi of Jiangzhou saw Shuanghuabiao and knew it was the west of Xunyang. Guomen. I am still three or four miles away in a solitary boat. The water smoke, sand and rain are approaching dusk. The crape myrtle flowers in Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi Silun, Your Excellency, the writing is quiet, and the bells and drums are carved with long inscriptions. Who is my companion when I sit alone at dusk? Crape myrtle flowers pair with Ziwei Lang. The moon rises over the sand, Tang Bao Rong, the tide falls in Nansha, and the moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow is clear. The water flow is not high, and the smoke is not lingering. The plain jade fields are cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Dynasty, Du Fu looked back in sorrow, leaning on his stick to carry the lonely city. .The river is coming out of Zhuzhou, the sky is empty and the scenery is clear. The sky is empty and the scenery is clear. The sky is fading, and Zhu Fu is burdened with life. I admire the birds at dusk and throw themselves into the forest feathers. Looking back at dusk in the north of the Palace of Chu, Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, and the rain streaks in the west of Baidi City. Returning to the river and turning over the stone wall, returning to the lost mountain village surrounded by clouds and trees. In old age and lung disease, I can only sit high and close the door early when I am worried. Don't stay too long for the chaos of jackals and tigers. There are souls in the south that have not been summoned. Return to the noisy singing and dancing place of Du Mu's painting hall in the Yantang Dynasty, and go to the society People who come to the society don't look at it. It is the river tower that keeps you company. At dusk, you are still waiting to lean on the railing. The crows, Tang and Du Mu disturb and turn over, and the cold smoke rises at dusk. Mao bullies the queen's hair, and the sound is like Chu Ji's string. The wind spreads across the ramparts. , Wings sleep in the frost forest. Just like a journey to the west, there is no chance of having a white head. There are many residual flowers in the Tang Dynasty and the lingering clouds of the Han Dynasty, and the withering fragrance is still endless. The melancholy is white under the moon at dusk, and the branches are red after the Qingming rain. The grass at the bottom of the tree Thousands of pieces are clean, and the wind blows fast on the wall, and several branches are empty. In the sad place of the West Garden on this day, a high song sings the water to the east. Wu Qi Qu Tang Li Duan's white horse chases the red chariot, and the dusk enters the narrow slope. The narrow willow trees and black birds compete for the place, and the branches are not yet I have to fly up to the house. The young wife and son-in-law of the east room are in the army, and they know the night is coming every time they hear the crow of the crow. Li Shangyin felt unwell in the evening and drove to the ancient plains. The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk. The remaining red in the fallen flowers of the Tang Dynasty attracted the devil of poetry, Nostalgia for the past is nothing. The moon is half-set on the bronze platform, and the wind is blowing in the golden valley. The flowing water floats slowly, and the pieces are lightly clinging to the short grass. Who knows that the long door is locked, and the drizzle is harmonious at dusk. Autumn is falling in Weizhuang of Tang Dynasty. It is easy to wake up from wine, and the sadness is like parting. At dusk, I lean on the pillar and do not go back, the sound of wind and rain breaks through the green lotus. Looking at the river pavilion at night, looking at the Tang and Song Dynasties, the vastness soaks the cloud roots, and the mist leaves the distant village. There are traces of birds returning to the sand, and sails There is no trace of the passing waves. Looking at the softness of the water, looking at the mountains makes me want to die. The indulgence is still there, and I want to return to the horse at dusk. Looking at the long stream in autumn, Tang Yanqian willows are short, the sand is long, the stream is flowing, the rain is dim and the smoke is standing at the head of the stream. Jackdaws are shining. Going to the front mountain, Du Qu is alone in sorrow at dusk. Spring sorrow in Tang Dynasty Weizhuang has its own spring sorrow. The soul is dying, unable to bear the fragrant grass and thinking about the king and grandson. The fallen flowers are silent and rainy at dusk, no one is leaning against the door in the deep courtyard. The crows are sad in the evening when the smoke of ancient locust trees from Yongtao period in the Tang Dynasty is thin. , standing alone in the ditch at dusk. Looking at the southern country brings long-term thoughts, and a new group of wild geese goes to Tingzhou. Lonely Tang Zhenggujiang County is a sparsely populated village, and the weather is approaching dusk for an outing. The spring sorrow is still drunk, and there are tears and wine stains on the clothes. . The plum blossoms in the mountain garden are swaying and the flowers are noisy, occupying the charming scenery of the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost birds want to steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies know how to unite and break their souls. Fortunately, there are You can make love with each other by chanting slightly, and you don’t need to put the sandalwood board into the gold bottle. In the autumn night, you are in love with Song Zhushu. The slender crescent moon hangs at dusk, and people want to die in the secluded boudoir. The note is unsealed and changed again, and the wine glass is lifted up but relived. The lanterns and flowers take away the burning thoughts, and the long sleeves are used to hold back the tears. I regret that the romance is too much, but you must know that love is the root of sorrow. Huanxi Sha Song Li Qingzhao wanders in the spring light and cold food days, the jade furnace sinks into the water, and the remaining smoke curls up, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. Haiyan In the future, people will be fighting grass, the river plums have passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swings at dusk.
2. What are the poems praising dusk?
1. "Deng Le Youyuan" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
2. "Huanxi Sand" by Anonymous Song Dynasty
Ranran flying clouds draw a horizontal line. At dusk, mist and rain fill the river. The fragrance of Xiaomei is so shallow that it can't help but feel cold.
The wind blows lightly upstairs and the curtains are not rolled up. All the wine and red wine are gone and the makeup remains. The beauty looked at it sideways.
3. "Huanxi Sand" by Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty
The lights upstairs are so deep that the door is closed. Meng Yun returns without leaving a trace. A few years ago, the fragrant grass recalled the king and his grandson.
The sky is still green facing the sun, so let’s lean into the dusk. It's easy to forget where you came from.
4. Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Red Lips: The Fragrance of Red Apricots"
The fragrance of red apricots is fragrant, and the willows contain smoke and green wisps. Zhuhu by the water. All the twilight rain.
The shadow of the candle shakes the wind, and a pillow hurts the mood of spring. Can't go back. Where is Fenglou? The grass loses its way back.
5. "Sheng Cha Zi·Yuan Xiu" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
3. Poems describing dusk
1) Looking at the autumn grass alone, the savages plow the sunset. ——Chu Sizong's "Nanpi Yuanwang"
2) The east wind is getting stronger and the sun is setting, and a peach tree blooms for several days. ——Lai Hu's "Cherishing Flowers"
3) Picking mulberries on the spring road, stepping on the grass in the sunset. ——Li Duan's "Spring Recreation"
4) The sad guest is in Yezhou, when the sun sets over the flowers. ——Cen Shen's "Huandongshan Luoshang"
5) Recalling Xin'an County in the south, thousands of mountains bring the setting sun. ——Huangfu Zeng's "Send to Mr. Liu, Foreign Minister"
6) The setting sun smokes the fine grass, and the river reflects the sparse curtains. ——Du Fu's "Wan Qing"
7) The mist spreads over the autumn water, and the rain falls in the setting sun. ——Du Mu's "Autumn Skies Send Away"
8) When a guest arrives looking for the morning chime, the monk returns with the setting sun on his back. ——Cui Dong, "Climbing the Kaishan Temple in Jiangshan"
9) The Gengmao River is on the level autumn bank, closed to the sunset. ——"Send Hu Xiaoshu back to the river with full rank"
10) The sound of mangrove cicadas fills the sunset, and it hurts each other to send each other off. ——Yuan Zhen's "Farewell to Lu Kan"
11) The flowing clouds accompany the flying geese, and the rosy clouds fall in love with the setting sun. Thousands of valleys are covered with green pines and green trees, and in front of the court are thousands of flowers. ——Hu Bingyan's "Evening Scene"
12) Outside the rain in Jiangcun, beside the sunset in the wild temple. ——Cen Shen's "Late Departure from Wudu"
4. Poems praising dusk
1. Feeling unwell in the evening, I drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk. 2. Jiang Hui saw Shuanghuabiao and knew it was Xiguo Gate in Xunyang.
Three or four miles into the boat, water smoke, sand and rain are approaching dusk. 3. The Silk Lord's writing is quiet, and the bell and drum towers are carved with long inscriptions.
Who is my companion when I sit alone at dusk? Ziweihua versus Ziwei Lang. 4. At dusk, the tide falls and the sand in the south becomes bright. The moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow clears.
The water quality is not good and the smoke is not flowing, and the plain jade fields are cold and empty. 5. There is noisy singing and dancing in the painting hall, and no one comes and goes to the club to watch.
I have been with you in the river tower for a long time, and I am still waiting to lean on the railing at dusk. 6. In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is covered with locust flowers and trees full of cicadas.
Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and autumn is the time when the heart breaks. 7. The smoke from ancient locust trees is thin, and the crows are sad at night. They stand alone in the ditch at dusk.
Looking at the southern country and thinking about it far away, a new group of geese went to Tingzhou. 8. The mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival, with jade pillows and gauze kitchens, it’s cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
It’s hard not to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
. Farmers pounded old grains, silkworms and concubines prayed for new clothes. Cows and horses were far away due to the wind, and chickens and dolphins passed through the community. At dusk, on the road under the forest, the gods returned after playing drums and flutes. Looking back at the Yi River in the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi of Jiangzhou saw Shuanghuabiao and knew it was the west of Xunyang. Guomen. I am still three or four miles away in a solitary boat. The water smoke, sand and rain are approaching dusk. The crape myrtle flowers in Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi Silun, Your Excellency, the writing is quiet, and the bells and drums are carved with long inscriptions. Who is my companion when I sit alone at dusk? Crape myrtle flowers pair with Ziwei Lang. The moon rises over the sand, Tang Bao Rong, the tide falls in Nansha, and the moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow is clear. The water flow is not high, and the smoke is not lingering. The plain jade fields are cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Dynasty, Du Fu looked back in sorrow, leaning on his stick to carry the lonely city. .The river is coming out of Zhuzhou, the sky is empty and the scenery is clear. The sky is empty and the scenery is clear. The sky is fading, and Zhu Fu is burdened with life. I admire the birds at dusk and throw themselves into the forest feathers. Looking back at dusk in the north of the Palace of Chu, Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, and the rain streaks in the west of Baidi City. Returning to the river and turning over the stone wall, returning to the lost mountain village surrounded by clouds and trees. In old age and lung disease, I can only sit high and close the door early when I am worried. Don't stay too long for the chaos of jackals and tigers. There are souls in the south that have not been summoned. Return to the noisy singing and dancing place of Du Mu's painting hall in the Yantang Dynasty, and go to the society People who come to the society don't look at it. It is the river tower that keeps you company. At dusk, you are still waiting to lean on the railing. The crows, Tang and Du Mu disturb and turn over, and the cold smoke rises at dusk. Mao bullies the queen's hair, and the sound is like Chu Ji's string. The wind spreads across the ramparts. , Wings sleep in the frost forest. Just like a journey to the west, there is no chance of having a white head. There are many residual flowers in the Tang Dynasty and the lingering clouds of the Han Dynasty, and the withering fragrance is still endless. The melancholy is white under the moon at dusk, and the branches are red after the Qingming rain. The grass at the bottom of the tree Thousands of pieces are clean, and the wind blows fast on the wall, and several branches are empty. In the sad place of the West Garden on this day, a high song sings the water to the east. Wu Qi Qu Tang Li Duan's white horse chases the red chariot, and the dusk enters the narrow slope. The narrow willow trees and black birds compete for the place, and the branches are not yet I have to fly up to the house. The young wife and son-in-law of the east room are in the army, and they know the night is coming every time they hear the crow of the crow. Li Shangyin felt unwell in the evening and drove to the ancient plains. The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk. The remaining red in the fallen flowers of the Tang Dynasty attracted the devil of poetry, Nostalgia for the past is nothing. The moon is half-set on the bronze platform, and the wind is blowing in the golden valley. The flowing water floats slowly, and the pieces are lightly clinging to the short grass. Who knows that the long door is locked, and the drizzle is harmonious at dusk. Autumn is falling in Weizhuang of Tang Dynasty. It is easy to wake up from wine, and the sadness is like parting. At dusk, I lean on the pillar and do not go back, the sound of wind and rain breaks through the green lotus. Looking at the river pavilion at night, looking at the Tang and Song Dynasties, the vastness soaks the cloud roots, and the mist leaves the distant village. There are traces of birds returning to the sand, and sails There is no trace of the passing waves. Looking at the softness of the water, looking at the mountains makes me want to die. The indulgence is still there, and I want to return to the horse at dusk. Looking at the long stream in autumn, Tang Yanqian willows are short, the sand is long, the stream is flowing, the rain is dim and the smoke is standing at the head of the stream. Jackdaws are shining. Going to the front mountain, Du Qu is alone in sorrow at dusk. Spring sorrow in Tang Dynasty Weizhuang has its own spring sorrow. The soul is dying, unable to bear the fragrant grass and thinking about the king and grandson. The fallen flowers are silent and rainy at dusk, no one is leaning against the door in the deep courtyard. The crows are sad in the evening when the smoke of ancient locust trees from Yongtao period in the Tang Dynasty is thin. , standing alone in the ditch at dusk. Looking at the southern country brings long-term thoughts, and a new group of wild geese goes to Tingzhou. Lonely Tang Zhenggujiang County is a sparsely populated village, and the weather is approaching dusk for an outing. The spring sorrow is still drunk, and there are tears and wine stains on the clothes. . The plum blossoms in the mountain garden are swaying and the flowers are noisy, occupying the charming scenery of the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost birds want to steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies know how to unite and break their souls. Fortunately, there are You can make love with each other by chanting slightly, and you don’t need to put the sandalwood board into the gold bottle. In the autumn night, you are in love with Song Zhushu. The slender crescent moon hangs at dusk, and people want to die in the secluded boudoir. The note is unsealed and changed again, and the wine glass is lifted up but relived. The lanterns and flowers take away the burning thoughts, and the long sleeves are used to hold back the tears. I regret that the romance is too much, but you must know that love is the root of sorrow. Huanxi Sha Song Li Qingzhao wanders in the spring light and cold food days, the jade furnace sinks into the water, and the remaining smoke curls up, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. Haiyan In the future, people will be fighting grass, the river plums have passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swings at dusk.
5. Poems praising the dusk
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, it is almost dusk, the setting clouds and the solitary birds are flying together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky. "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" Wang Bo's Sunset Going down to the west, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. "The Sky is Pure and the Sand. Autumn Thoughts" Ma Zhiyuan The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river. "Shi Zhi Shang Shang" Wang Wei The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. "Deng Le You Yuan" Li Shangyin The sun is shining At the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea. "Climbing the Stork Tower" by Wang Zhihuan, the slanting light is flowing slowly. Wen Tingyun, "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River", "Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed." Fan Zhongyan, "The Proud of the Fisherman" The sky is green in autumn, and the water is red in the sunset. Zhao Yi's "Twilight Return to Taihu Lake" A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Dusk River" The sky is long and the sun is setting far away, the water is clear and cold waves flow. Li Bai's "Deng Xinpinglou" Mo Daobi's peach blossoms are unique, outside Dianshan Lake The setting sun is red. Su Manshu's "Wumen" On the two-pole sunset stream bridge, half a wisp of light smoke is in the willow shadow. Du Mu's "Two Oddities in Qi'an County" The setting sun on the flat sand in the wild west, the stars on Longshan are high and low. "Miscellaneous Qu" Lyrics·The No. 1 Water Melody Song" The setting sun is on the curtain hook, and the spring scenery is quiet by the stream. Du Fu's "Setting Sun".
6. What are the poems praising the sunset
1. "Reduced Words Mulan Flower·Evening Sending in Changting Pavilion"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao
Evening farewell in the Changting Pavilion is like daydreaming in front of the green window.
The small print returns home, which corresponds to the red light spent last night.
Good times pass easily, but half a mirror is about to fade away.
The past is unforgettable, sleeping on a tall building until the sunset.
2. "Partridge Sky: Drunkly Patting Spring Clothes to Cherish the Old Fragrance"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao
Drunkly patting spring shirts to cherish the old fragrance,
The sky will be filled with hatred and madness.
Autumn grass grows on the streets every year,
The sun sets in the building every day.
The clouds are misty and the water is vast.
The way back from the expedition is long.
Love is without words.
Don’t waste your tears on the flower paper.
3. "Huanxi Sand"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
I lazily went to Shatou to drink two bottles of wine,
Calling you to share the reward The small window is bright.
Blowing the trumpet at sunset is the most emotional thing.
The busy days are more painful and the free days are less.
New sorrows often follow the old ones.
A guest without a companion is afraid of traveling in a group.
4. "Linjiang Immortal: The Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passes East"
Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Yang Shen
The Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passes East,
>The waves wipe out all the heroes.
Success or failure turns into nothing.
The green mountains are still there,
The sunset turns red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River,
used to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze.
A jug of turbid wine brings happiness to each other.
So many things in ancient and modern times,
are all laughed at.
5. "Huanxi Sand"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
A painting wheel stands by the peach and plum stream.
The sound of the partridge conveys the purity of your soul.
Although the sunset is almost dusk.
The fragrance is in the clothes and makeup on the arms,
The water is connected with the fragrant grass and the moon is connected with the clouds.
Whenever I return, I won’t be ecstatic.
7. Poems praising the sunset
Today’s chaos is just a dream, the sunset only sees water flowing eastward. - (Shangxi·Weizhuang)
The sunset is thousands of miles away, and the grass is green, and the luxuriant growth brings sorrow to the king and his grandson. - (Linjiang Immortal·Feng Yansi)
The embroidered curtains are hanging down upstairs at sunset, I am sober and sleepless, and I am leaning against the wall alone. - (Linjiangxian·Feng Yansi)
Whoever sees the sunset and dreams alone will feel infinitely sad. - (He Manzi·Mao Xizhen)
Outside the sparse forest of Xiao Xiaoyuan, half of the autumn mountains are covered with the setting sun. - (Pavilion Wall on the River of Books·Kou Zhun)
The sunset is leisurely and the autumn light is old, and the thoughts of departure are full of Henggao. - (Youth Tour·Liu Yong)
The sun sets in the west and the water flows in the east, and nothing is accomplished. - (Water Fairy·Anonymous)
The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. - (Linjiangxian·Yang Shen)
Stay close to Xiaolangan, the sunset is infinite. - (Bodhisattva Man·Nalan Xingde)
The sunset is leisurely and the autumn light is old, and the thoughts of separation are full of Henggao. - (Youth Tour·Liu Yong)
Playing a song while having a cup of wine, you won’t notice the setting sun. - (Listen to Zheng Wuxinyin playing the piano·Meng Haoran)
As the sun sets in the building, the clouds are vague and the water is vast. - (Partridge Sky·Yan Jidao)
8. Poems praising the evening
1. "Drunken Flower Yin·Misty Thick Clouds and Worry of Everlasting Day" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao< /p>
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is endless, and the golden beast disappears. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
2. "Huanxi Sand" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
A painting wheel stands by the peach and plum stream. The sound of the partridges is so clear. Although the sunset is almost dusk. The fragrance is in the clothes, the makeup is in the arms, the water is connected with the fragrant grass and the moon is connected with the clouds. When will I go back and not be ecstatic?
3. "Drunk Flower Yin·Mist and Thick Clouds, Worrying about the Day" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao
Thick mist and thick clouds worry about the day forever. Rui Nao eliminates the gold beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when the east fence is sprinkled, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are as thin as yellow flowers.
4. "Die Lianhua·Suddenly the dusk is still too plain" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Huang Shang
The dusk is still too plain suddenly. The tower is soaked in the cold, and the mist is not smoke. The river is divided into Mingxinghan Road. Gold and silver sparkling fairy mansion. The shadows lie down and the clear light dances with me. When I meet three people, I just want to be together forever. Today's moon and pavilions once shined in the past. The ancients asked where the moon is today.
5. "Ruan Lang Returns" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao
Pink marks are printed on jade tips. Cry red in the evening dowry. The old cold and the new warmth still go hand in hand. The plum blossoms are sparse and waiting for the snow to add. Spring is coming slowly, and I hate you. The table faces the roller blind. Personal whip shadow makes the toad cool. The brim on the front side of the building.
Dusk [huáng hūn]
[Definition] 1. The period after sunset until the sky is not completely dark 2. Evening
Dusk, evening in Artistic conception in ancient poetry: For thousands of years, people have remembered and described the dusk, integrating their own observations and understandings of nature, society, and life into various scenes at dusk. Wild grass, setting sun, autumn wind, clear water, abandoned houses, frost, returning birds, flutes, lamentations...the dusk images in junior high school textbooks have their own unique set of images. They are all imbued with a certain emotion of the poet. However, these individual images do not exist in isolation, but are formed according to the poet's need to express his feelings. They enrich and deepen the aesthetic connotation of the dusk archetype to a certain extent, showing the unique artistic taste and uniqueness of the dusk image in Chinese classical poetry. Endless charm.
9. Poems describing the beautiful scenery at dusk
Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden
Song Linbu
All the fragrances are swaying, and only one is noisy, occupying the charm. Xiang Xiaoyuan.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the white butterfly knows how to join and break its soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and there is no need for a sandalwood board or a gold bottle.
Love in the autumn night
Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty
The slender crescent moon At dusk, people want to die in the secluded boudoir.
The notes are unpacked and revised, and the wine glass is lifted carelessly but relived.
The lanterns take away the worries, and the long sleeves are used to make offerings. Wiping away the traces of tears.
I regret that there are too many romantic affairs, but I know that love is the root of sorrow.
Huanxi Sha
Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
Cold food in spring In the sky, the jade furnace sinks into the water, and the remaining smoke curls up, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers.
In the future, Haiyan people are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed by willow trees, and the swing is wet with rain at dusk.
The voice is slow
Song Li Qingzhao
Searching and searching, deserted and desolate, miserable. It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two light wines, How can he defeat him when he comes late? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The sycamore trees are also drizzled, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, there is no such thing as "sorrow"!
Drunk Flower Yin
Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
The mist is thick and the clouds are sad forever, the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. The festival is the Double Ninth Festival, the jade pillow is in the gauze kitchen, in the middle of the night The coolness is beginning to shine through.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. I can't help but feel the soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower.
Ruan Lang returns
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk. There is a spring tree in front of the hall. Why does the east wind blow into the west neighbor? The children's homes are often closed.
The snowy skin is cold, and the jade face is really fragrant. The cheek powder is not even. The flowers are broken and sent to the people in Lingtou. The sunset clouds in the south of the Yangtze River.
Poppy Poppies
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Bing Shui is naturally thin. Then After the watch parted, I looked at the dusk behind the long curtain. At dusk, I felt ecstasy.
You still know how painful it is to miss your loved one. How can you bear to abandon your slave? It's difficult to meet the man.
Like Meng Ling
Qing Nalanxingde
In the courtyard at dusk in the thin moon, the words are dense and the teaching is drunk. Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.