1. Poems about describing night
Poems about describing night 1. Ancient poems about night,
(1) Master Su is waiting in the mountain house (Meng Haoran) The setting sun reaches the west ridge, and the ravines are already dark.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter has returned to his homeland, and the smoke and bird habitats have settled down.
The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. Happy rain on a spring night (Du Fu) A good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. The wind sneaks into the night, moistening things silently. The clouds on the wild paths are dark, and the fire on the river boats is only bright. At dawn, I look at the red and wet places, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. Travel Night Shuhuai (Du Fu) There is fine grass and gentle breeze on the shore, and the boat is alone at night with dangerous rafts.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles? Officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth. Zhongnan Bieye (Wang Wei) was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years.
Every time you come or go alone, you will know your victory in vain. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we chatted and laughed for a long time. Watching the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling) The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. Miscellaneous Poems (Shen Quanqi) After hearing about the Huanglong garrison, they refused to disband the troops for many years.
Poor Guiliyue, she grew up in the Han family camp. The young woman is in love with spring today, and her husband had sex last night.
Who can use the flag and drum to capture Dragon City? Next, at the foot of Beigu Mountain (Wangwan), you will pass outside the green mountains and go boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
Nostalgia for the past at night in Niuzhu (Li Bai) Niuzhu Xijiang night, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I board the boat and look at the autumn moon, remembering General Xie in the sky. I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it.
In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another. Moonlight Night (Du Fu) The moon is in Yanzhou tonight, and I can only watch it alone in my boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold.
Whenever I lean on the empty canopy, my eyes shine with tears stained by the dry moon, and I recall my brother-in-law (Du Fu) holding a drum to cut off the people's walk, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Send Li Shijun (Wang Wei) to Zizhou, where thousands of valleys have towering trees and thousands of mountains ring with cuckoos. It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees.
The Han women lost their banners and cloth, and the Ba people sued for their taro fields. Wen Weng turned over professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
At the end of the year, he returned to Nanshan (Meng Haoran). He wrote a letter to Beique Xiu and returned to Nanshan to my hut. If you don't know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. I can never sleep with my sorrow, the pine moon night window ruins.
Staying in Tonglu River and sending me an old trip to Guangling (Meng Haoran). The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, while the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat.
Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.
Rewarding for the journey to Yanqiu night, I saw a gift immediately (Han Hong). The long mat is facing the wind early, and the empty city is filled with moonlight. There is a wild goose in the autumn of the star river, and thousands of families are at night with anvils and pestles.
The festival time should be late, and the heart time should be lying on credit. I have always recited beautiful sentences, but I didn't realize that I was already singing crows.
An old friend from Jiangxiang gathers in a guest house (Dai Shulun). The autumn moon is full again, and the city tower is full of night. We also held a meeting in Jiangnan, where we encountered each other in dreams and doubts.
The windy branches frighten the dark magpies, and the dew grass covers the cold insects. The captain of the brigade is drunk, and he is afraid of the dawn bell.
Yunyangguan and Han Shensu (Sikong Shu) are old friends separated by rivers and seas, and separated by mountains and rivers several times. When we first see each other, we are confused and confused, and we feel sad about each other's years.
The solitary lamp shines in the cold rain, and the deep bamboos are dark with smoke. There is even more hatred for the Ming Dynasty, and it is said that leaving the cup and cherishing the ***.
Zhangtai Night Thoughts (Weizhuang) The clear wind and rain are mournful in the distant night. The lonely lamp hears the corner of Chu, and the waning moon descends from Zhangtai.
The fragrant grass has faded away, but the old friends have a different future. You can't send letters to your hometown. In autumn, the wild geese return south.
Qu. After you have brushed away the dust from the carriage, I am in charge of the East Gaosu. Farewell poem to Shen Ji's room at night (Fan Yun) The night atmosphere is clear with the osmanthus water, and the morning clouds are clear in the Chu Mountain. The autumn wind resents the two villages, and the autumn moon separates thousands of miles away. The cold branches are peaceful** *Collect, the frost ape travels and hears alone. The moonlight suddenly leaves me, and I win the laurel and think of the king. Looking at the poem of the Weaver Girl (Fan Yun), the waterside is filled with pity, and the sky is self-pitying every night. I will not hesitate to suffer, but the river cannot be filled. Every inch of love is heavy Tie, one heart hangs in thousands of places. I wish to be a pair of blue birds, sleeping in front of the bright mirror. Staying in the Mansion (Du Fu) in the clear autumn, the shogunate well is cold, and I stay alone in the river city with a wax torch. The trumpet sounds sadly to itself in the eternal night, who can see the beautiful moonlight in the sky? The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, the pass is in depression and the land is in trouble.
I have endured ten years of being lonely and forced to move to a safe place. While boating in the middle of the Yangtze River (Zhang Yanshi) after the rain, a foot of mud invaded the poles, and the fallen cattails and willow trees filled the door.
In the dream, I heard the sound of a broken corner, and looked at the new trend and the old traces. Fish and salt are everywhere in the market, and every family is raising children and grandchildren.
Moreover, an edict was issued to widen the people's power. Three coins for a fight of rice is not worth mentioning. Ge Ye (Du Fu) At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, the sky is frosty and snowy, and the sky is cold.
The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken. Thousands of families cried in the wild when they heard about the war, and fishermen and woodcutters sprang up in several places in Yige.
The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are full of loneliness. Returning to Lumen Folk Song at night (Meng Haoran). The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy as they scramble to cross the ferry.
People followed the sand road to Jianggu, and I also took a boat back to Lumen. The moonlight at Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going. From Xiakou to Yingzhou, I looked at Yueyang at dusk, where it originated from Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing), and Tingzhou had no waves and no smoke, and Chu Ke's lovesickness became increasingly dim.
The sunset in Hankou is like a dodo, and the autumn water in Dongting stretches far into the sky. The lonely city has a cold ridge behind it and the trumpets are blowing, and the alone garrison is lining the river and the boat is moored at night.
Jia Yi wrote a letter to express his concern for the Han Dynasty, and he was banished to Changsha for the pity of ancient and modern people. In the evening, the clouds in Ezhou (Lulun) opened and Hanyang City was far away, just like a solitary sail.
Traders sleep during the day and know the waves are calm, while boaters talk at night and feel the tide rising. Sanxiang is worried about the autumn colors on the temples, and faces the bright moon when returning from thousands of miles away.
The old business has been wiped out with the battle, and it is even more worthy of the sound of drums and whistles on the river. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's stars and last night's wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are served with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with candles and covered with red lamps.
I listened to the drums to answer the official questions, and walked around Malantai. Untitled One (Li Shangyin) Comes with empty words and disappears without a trace, the moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry out, and the book is hastened to become ink. The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being so far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan. Staying on the Jiande River (Meng Haoran) moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.
In the wild sky and low trees, Jiang Qingyue is close to me. I sit alone in the Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei), playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
On an autumn night, I sent it to Yuan Qiu (Wei Yingwu). It is an autumn night, and I take a walk and sing about the cool weather. The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping.
Ge Shu Ge (Xi Xiren) The Big Dipper is high, Ge Shu carries a knife at night. I haven't dared to cross Lintao until now.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow. At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the white house is poor in the cold weather. He heard dogs barking at Chaimen, and returned home on a windy and snowy night. Under the song (Lulun), the moon is full of black geese flying high, alone He was escaping at night. He wanted to chase the Qingqi away, but the heavy snow covered his bow and sword. He blocked the dark grass in the Qu (Lulun) forest and was frightened by the wind. The general drew his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.
Stay at the mountain temple (Li Bai) at night. The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. You dare not speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens. The resentment of the jade steps (Li Bai.
2. Description Just a sentence for the night
The moon is as cold as water, the stars are bright and you can’t see your fingers. The residual heat of the sun has not completely dissipated, and a bright moon has already risen in the east mountain. The returning birds gradually calm down. , Fireflies are twinkling in the grass. Look, some are still chasing the reflected stars on the lake. 1. The street is like a calm river, winding in the shadow of dense trees. Only those who are rustled by wind and rain The ringing leaves seem to be recalling the excitement and busyness during the day. 2. At night, it is like a light cyan curtain covering the bank of the Huangpu River. 3. Fireflies are like small green stars flowing in the night. 4 , The night has wiped out the last ray of the setting sun, and the night is like a velvet curtain in a theater, slowly falling. 5. In the night sky, the moon is dim, the stars are sparse, and the whole earth seems to be sleeping. 6. The night is so dark Charming, the little blue stars in the sky blink mysteriously, so far away from us. 7. The night is quiet, and everything on the earth has fallen asleep. 8. Occasionally, a fish leap broke through the silence of the river night, Then it fell into boundless silence. 9. The sky was like a washed blue-black coarse cloth, and the stars seemed to be glittering gold scattered on the coarse cloth. 10. The earth had fallen into a deep sleep, except for the gentle breeze blowing. Except for the occasional dog barking, the deserted streets are silent. 11. This is a characteristic of winter nights. The sky is bright and the ground is dark, as if the cold air has blocked the light. 12. The dark night, as if Boundless thick ink smeared heavily on the sky, not even the glimmer of stars. The night was extremely quiet, the stars blinked sleepily, and the flowers lowered their delicate heads and fell into a sweet dream... < /p>
3. When looking for ancient poems, the ones that describe the night are: (1) The master's mountain house is waiting for Ding Da to arrive (Meng Haoran) The sun sets over the west ridge, and the gullies are already dark.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of sounds, and the woodcutter is exhausted. , The smoke bird roosts at the beginning.
The son comes in time, and the solitary piano waits for the rain on the spring night (Du Fu) Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night, moistening things silently. The clouds are all dark on the wild paths, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. At dawn, I can see the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in Jinguancheng. Traveling at night in Shuhuai (Du Fu) The grass is fine and the wind is blowing on the shore, and the boat is in danger at night.
Stars. The sky is wide and the moon is flowing like a river. The official is old and sick.
The sky and the earth are like sand gulls. (Wang Wei) He is quite good at middle age. Late at home in Nanshan.
Every time I am happy, I know that I will succeed. When I walk to the poor place, I sit and watch the clouds rise.
I occasionally visit Lin Sou, chatting and laughing. There is no time to return. Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling) The bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. Miscellaneous Poems (Shen Quanqi) Hearing about the Huanglong garrison, he refused to disband his troops for many years.
Poor Guiliyue, she grew up in the Han family camp. The young woman is in love with spring today, and her husband had sex last night.
Who can use the flag and drum to capture Dragon City? Secondly, at the foot of Beigu Mountain (Wangwan), travelers pass outside the green mountains and go boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
Night mooring in Niuzhu, nostalgic for the past (Li Bai) Niuzhu, Xijiang night, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I board the boat and look at the autumn moon, remembering General Xie in the sky. I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it.
In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another. Moonlight Night (Du Fu) Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold.
When do I lean on the empty canopy, my eyes dry with tears? On a moonlit night, I recall my brother-in-law (Du Fu). The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Sending Li Shijun to Zizhou (Wang Wei) There are towering trees in thousands of valleys, and cuckoos ring in thousands of mountains. It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees.
The Han women lost their banners and cloth, and the Ba people sued for their taro fields. Wen Weng turned over professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
Returning to Nanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) Beique Xiu wrote a letter, and Nanshan returned to my hut. If you don't know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. I can never sleep with my sorrow, the pine moon night window ruins.
Stay in Tonglu River and send me an old tour of Guangling (Meng Haoran). The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat.
Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.
Rewarding for the journey to Yanqiu night, see the gift immediately (Han Hong) The long mat is facing the wind early, and the empty city is full of moonlight. There is a wild goose in the autumn of the star river, and thousands of families are at night with anvils and pestles.
The festival time should be late, and the heart time should be lying on credit. I have always recited beautiful sentences, but I didn't realize that I was already singing crows.
An old friend from Jiangxiang gathers in a guest house (Dai Shulun) The moon is full again in autumn, and the city tower is full of night. We also held a meeting in Jiangnan, where we encountered each other in dreams and doubts.
The windy branches frighten the dark magpies, and the dew grass covers the cold insects. The captain of the brigade is drunk, and he is afraid of the dawn bell.
Farewell to Yunyang Pavilion and Han Shensu (Sikong Shu) Our old friends are separated by rivers and seas, and separated by mountains and rivers several times. When we first see each other, we are confused and confused, and we feel sad about each other's years.
The solitary lamp shines in the cold rain, and the deep bamboos are dark with smoke. There is even more hatred for the Ming Dynasty, and it is said that leaving the cup and cherishing the ***.
Zhangtai Night Thoughts (Weizhuang) The clear wind and rain are sad in the distant night. The lonely lamp hears the corner of Chu, and the waning moon descends from Zhangtai.
The fragrant grass has faded away, but the old friends have a different future. You can't send letters to your hometown. In autumn, the wild geese return south.
Farewell to Literary Farewell Poems (Fan Yun) The fog on the balcony is beginning to clear up, and the dream of the Zhu River is cut off. The distant mountains are hidden and visible, and the flat sand is cut off. The broken strings have a bitter sound, so don’t sing so sadly. Song. You are blowing away the dust of the car, and I am the East Gaosu. A poem to send to Shen Ji's room at night (Fan Yun) The osmanthus water clears the night atmosphere, and the Chushan Mountain clears the morning clouds. The autumn wind resents the two hometowns, and the autumn moon separates thousands of miles away. Hanzhi Ning** *Collect, the frost ape travels and hears alone. The moonlight suddenly leaves me, and I win the laurel and think of the king. The poem of looking at the Weaver Girl (Fan Yun) There is a lot of water by the water, and the sky is self-pitying every night. I do not hesitate to suffer, but the river cannot fill it. Every inch of love is heavy. Tie, one heart hangs in thousands of places. I wish to be a pair of blue birds, sleeping in front of the bright mirror. Staying in the Mansion (Du Fu) In the clear autumn, the well of the shogunate is cold, and I stay alone in the river city with a wax torch. The trumpet sounds sadly to itself in the eternal night, who can see the beautiful moonlight in the sky? The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, the pass is in depression and the land is in trouble.
I have endured ten years of being lonely and forced to move to a safe place. Boat trip in the middle of the river (Zhang Yanshi) After the rain, a foot of mud invaded the pole, and the fallen cattails and willows filled the door.
In the dream, I heard the sound of the broken corner and saw the old traces from the new trend. Fish and salt are everywhere in the market, and every family is raising children and grandchildren.
Moreover, an edict was issued to widen the people's power, but three coins for a fight of rice is of no use. Pavilion Night (Du Fu) At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, the sky is frosty and snowy, and the sky is cold.
The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken. Thousands of families cried in the wild when they heard about the war, and fishermen and woodcutters sprang up in several places in Yige.
The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are lonely. Returning to Lumen Folk Song at Night (Meng Haoran) The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy as they scramble to cross the ferry.
People followed the sand road to Jianggu, and I also took a boat back to Lumen. The moonlight at Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going. Looking at Yueyang at dusk from Xiakou to Yingzhou (Liu Changqing) There is no wave or smoke in Tingzhou, and the longing for the lovesickness of Chu Ke is getting fainter.
The sunset in Hankou is like a dodo, and the autumn water in Dongting stretches far into the sky. The lonely city has a cold ridge behind it and the trumpets are blowing, and the alone garrison is lining the river and the boat is moored at night.
Jia Yi wrote a letter to express his concern for the Han Dynasty, and he was banished to Changsha for the pity of ancient and modern people. Later Ezhou (Lulun) Yunkai saw the city of Hanyang in the distance, just like a solitary sail.
Traders sleep during the day and know the waves are calm, while boaters talk at night and feel the tide rising. Sanxiang is worried about the autumn colors on the temples, and faces the bright moon when returning from thousands of miles away.
The old business has been wiped out with the battle, and it is even more worthy of the sound of drums and whistles on the river. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's stars and last night's wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are served with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with candles and covered with red lamps.
I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's call, walking around Malantai and turning around the tent.
Untitled No. 1 (Li Shangyin) Come with empty words and leave without a trace, the moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry out, and the book is hastened to become ink. The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being so far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan. Staying at Jiande River (Meng Haoran) Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.
The sky is open and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to the people. Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei) Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Send a message to Yuan Qiu on an autumn night (Wei Yingwu) Huaijun belongs to the autumn night, and I sing about the cool sky while walking. The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping.
Ge Shu Ge (I am from the West) The Big Dipper is high, Ge Shu carries a knife at night. I haven't dared to cross Lintao until now.
The owner of Furong Mountain who stays in the snow (Liu Changqing) At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the sky is cold and the white house is poor. I hear dogs barking at Chaimen, and I return home on a windy and snowy night. (Lulun) The black geese are flying high in the moon.
4. Asking for poems about night
(Meng Haoran) The setting sun reaches the west ridge, and the ravines are dim.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter has returned to his homeland, and the smoke and bird habitats have settled down.
The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. Happy rain on a spring night (Du Fu) A good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. The wind sneaks into the night, moistening things silently. The clouds on the wild paths are dark, and the fire on the river boats is only bright. At dawn, I look at the red and wet places, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. Travel Night Shuhuai (Du Fu) There is fine grass and gentle breeze on the shore, and the boat is alone at night with dangerous rafts.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles? Officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth. Zhongnan Bieye (Wang Wei) was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years.
Every time you come or go alone, you will know your victory in vain. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we chatted and laughed for a long time. Watching the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling) The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. Miscellaneous Poems (Shen Quanqi) After hearing about the Huanglong garrison, they refused to disband the troops for many years.
Poor Guiliyue, she grew up in the Han family camp. The young woman is in love with spring today, and her husband had sex last night.
Who can use the flag and drum to capture Dragon City? Next, at the foot of Beigu Mountain (Wangwan), you will pass outside the green mountains and go boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
Nostalgia for the past at night in Niuzhu (Li Bai) Niuzhu Xijiang night, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I board the boat and look at the autumn moon, remembering General Xie in the sky. I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it.
In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another. Moonlight Night (Du Fu) The moon is in Yanzhou tonight, and I can only watch it alone in my boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold.
Whenever I lean on the empty canopy, my eyes shine with tears stained by the dry moon, and I recall my brother-in-law (Du Fu) holding a drum to cut off the people's walk, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Send Li Shijun (Wang Wei) to Zizhou, where thousands of valleys have towering trees and thousands of mountains ring with cuckoos. It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees.
The Han women lost their banners and cloth, and the Ba people sued for their taro fields. Wen Weng turned over professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
At the end of the year, he returned to Nanshan (Meng Haoran). He wrote a letter to Beique Xiu and returned to Nanshan to my hut. If you don't know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. I can never sleep with my sorrow, the pine moon night window ruins.
Staying in Tonglu River and sending me an old trip to Guangling (Meng Haoran). The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, while the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat.
Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.
Rewarding for the journey to Yanqiu night, I saw a gift immediately (Han Hong). The long mat is facing the wind early, and the empty city is filled with moonlight. There is a wild goose in the autumn of the star river, and thousands of families are at night with anvils and pestles.
The festival time should be late, and the heart time should be lying on credit. I have always recited beautiful sentences, but I didn't realize that I was already singing crows.
An old friend from Jiangxiang gathers in a guest house (Dai Shulun). The autumn moon is full again, and the city tower is full of night. We also held a meeting in Jiangnan, where we encountered each other in dreams and doubts.
The windy branches frighten the dark magpies, and the dew grass covers the cold insects. The captain of the brigade is drunk, and he is afraid of the dawn bell.
Yunyangguan and Han Shensu (Sikong Shu) are old friends separated by rivers and seas, and separated by mountains and rivers several times. When we first see each other, we are confused and confused, and we feel sad about each other's years.
The solitary lamp shines in the cold rain, and the deep bamboos are dark with smoke. There is even more hatred for the Ming Dynasty, and it is said that leaving the cup and cherishing the ***.
Zhangtai Night Thoughts (Weizhuang) The clear wind and rain are mournful in the distant night. The lonely lamp hears the corner of Chu, and the waning moon descends from Zhangtai.
The fragrant grass has faded away, but the old friends have a different future. You can't send letters to your hometown. In autumn, the wild geese return south.
Qu. After you have brushed away the dust from the carriage, I am in charge of the East Gaosu. Farewell poem to Shen Ji's room at night (Fan Yun) The night atmosphere is clear with the osmanthus water, and the morning clouds are clear in the Chu Mountain. The autumn wind resents the two villages, and the autumn moon separates thousands of miles away. The cold branches are peaceful** *Collect, the frost ape travels and hears alone. The moonlight suddenly leaves me, and I win the laurel and think of the king. Looking at the poem of the Weaver Girl (Fan Yun), the waterside is filled with pity, and the sky is self-pitying every night. I will not hesitate to suffer, but the river cannot be filled. Every inch of love is heavy Tie, one heart hangs in thousands of places. I wish to be a pair of blue birds, sleeping in front of the bright mirror. Staying in the Mansion (Du Fu) in the clear autumn, the shogunate well is cold, and I stay alone in the river city with a wax torch.
The trumpet sounds sadly to itself in the eternal night, who can see the beautiful moonlight in the sky? The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, the pass is in depression and the land is in trouble.
I have endured ten years of being lonely and forced to move to a safe place. While boating in the middle of the Yangtze River (Zhang Yanshi) after the rain, a foot of mud invaded the poles, and the fallen cattails and willow trees filled the door.
In the dream, I heard the sound of a broken corner, and looked at the new trend and the old traces. Fish and salt are everywhere in the market, and every family is raising children and grandchildren.
Moreover, an edict was issued to widen the people's power. Three coins for a fight of rice is not worth mentioning. Ge Ye (Du Fu) At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, the sky is frosty and snowy, and the sky is cold.
The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken. Thousands of families cried in the wild when they heard about the war, and fishermen and woodcutters sprang up in several places in Yige.
The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are full of loneliness. Returning to Lumen Folk Song at night (Meng Haoran). The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy as they scramble to cross the ferry.
People followed the sand road to Jianggu, and I also took a boat back to Lumen. The moonlight at Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going. From Xiakou to Yingzhou, I looked at Yueyang at dusk, where it originated from Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing), and Tingzhou had no waves and no smoke, and Chu Ke's lovesickness became increasingly dim.
The sunset in Hankou is like a dodo, and the autumn water in Dongting stretches far into the sky. The lonely city has a cold ridge behind it and the trumpets are blowing, and the alone garrison is lining the river and the boat is moored at night.
Jia Yi wrote a letter to express his concern for the Han Dynasty, and he was banished to Changsha for the pity of ancient and modern people. In the evening, the clouds in Ezhou (Lulun) opened and Hanyang City was far away, just like a solitary sail.
Traders sleep during the day and know the waves are calm, while boaters talk at night and feel the tide rising. Sanxiang is worried about the autumn colors on the temples, and faces the bright moon when returning from thousands of miles away.
The old business has been wiped out with the battle, and it is even more worthy of the sound of drums and whistles on the river. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's stars and last night's wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are served with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with candles and covered with red lamps.
I listened to the drums to answer the official questions, and walked around Malantai. Untitled One (Li Shangyin) Comes with empty words and disappears without a trace, the moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry out, and the book is hastened to become ink. The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being so far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan. Staying on the Jiande River (Meng Haoran) moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.
In the wild sky and low trees, Jiang Qingyue is close to me. I sit alone in the Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei), playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
On an autumn night, I sent it to Yuan Qiu (Wei Yingwu). It is an autumn night, and I take a walk and sing about the cool weather. The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping.
Ge Shu Ge (Xi Xiren) The Big Dipper is high, Ge Shu carries a knife at night. I haven't dared to cross Lintao until now.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow. At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the white house is poor in the cold weather. He heard dogs barking at Chaimen, and returned home on a windy and snowy night. Under the song (Lulun), the moon is full of black geese flying high, alone He was escaping at night. He wanted to chase the Qingqi away, but the heavy snow covered his bow and sword. He blocked the dark grass in the Qu (Lulun) forest and was frightened by the wind. The general drew his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.
Staying at the mountain temple at night (Li Bai) The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. You dare not speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavens. Jade steps resentment (Li Bai) White dew grows on the jade steps, and the night invades for a long time.
5. Poems describing night scenes
Tang Bai Juyi's "Rewarding a Dream of Frost on a Night with the Moon" is a desolate winter night scene that shakes off long-standing love. The moon has a new frost color, and the anvil is warm. The sound of wild geese in the distance. The warm fire is close. The clothes are light when I feel cold. I have a beautiful poem on my pillow, and the poem becomes a dream. "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn" by King Wei of the Tang Dynasty After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. . The noise of bamboos returns to Huannu, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay. "Autumn Night Song" Tang Wangwei Guipo was born, and the autumn dew was faint, and the light ruffles were already thin and the clothes were not changed. The silver kite was played diligently all night long, and the heart was timid and empty. I can't bear to go home. "Midnight Autumn Song" Tang Li Bai Chang'an is a moon, and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes. The autumn wind can't blow, but it's always the love of the jade. When the Hulu is pacified, the beloved will stop the expedition. "Autumn Climbing Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Tower" Li Baijiang City in the Tang Dynasty is like a painting, with dawn in the mountains and clear sky. Rain is caught in the bright mirror, and rainbows fall on the twin bridges. The crowds are cold and the oranges and pomelo trees are in the autumn colors. The old sycamores are in the sky. Who is thinking of being upstairs in the north building, feeling grateful to the father in the wind. "Staying on the Jiande River" Tang Meng Haoran Moves a Boat Parking in Yanzhu, guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. The trees are low in the wild sky, and the clear moon is close to the people. In autumn, I climb the Lanshan Mountain to send a picture to Meng Haoran of the Five Tang Dynasties. In the white clouds of the north mountain, the hermit feels happy. Looking at each other, I start to climb high, and my heart flies away with the wild geese. .Sorrow arises in the dusk, and excitement arises in the autumn. I often see people returning to the village, resting on the sand on the ferry. The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purse, and the islands by the river are like the moon. Why should I bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. "Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty with silver candles The cold autumn light paints the screen, and a small fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cool as water at night, and I sit and watch the Altair and Vega. "Ascending" by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty. The wind is strong and the ape high in the sky whistles in mourning. The white birds fly back in the clear sand of Zhug. The Yangtze River rolls in. The sad autumn from thousands of miles away is always a guest, and the disease that has lasted for a hundred years appears alone. The hardships and hardships hate the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes turbid.
6. Sentences to describe the night
Words include: The night is completely silent, the night is dark, the rain is tight, the night is quiet, the night is as cold as water, the moon, the stars are sparse, the night is gloomy, the night is low, the night rain knocks on the window, and night falls. The night is dark, the night is quiet, the earth is sleeping, the lights are bright, it is late at night, the night is shrouded in darkness, the night is all night long, the night is gloomy, thousands of lights are on, the night is charming, the night is soft, the long night is quiet and elegant, the night is deeper and long, the night is brighter, the lights are rising, the night is hazy, the night curtain is hanging, and the night is late, people are quiet. Ancient poems include: Night mooring on the maple bridge in Tang Dynasty, Zhang Jiyue falls The sky is filled with crows and frost, and Jiang Feng and the fisherman sleep in sorrow. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, the midnight bell rings for the passenger ship. Then visit Yuzhi, Suzhou, to see Xu Hun's tall phoenix leaves under the leaves of the Tang Dynasty in early autumn, passing through the long corridor of his old residence. Pass through the blue window and drink tonight, the rain dims the red walls last year's book. The dew on the jade pond is cold, the hibiscus is shallow, the Qiong tree is high in the wind, and the sedge is sparse. Tomorrow, hang up the sail and go further east, the immortal should laugh like a perch. Crossing the Wujiang River in Tang Du Mu's Pavilion is sparsely populated at night Longer, the trees in the distance of Gusu City are green. The rivers and lakes are ebbing and the tall buildings are far apart. The rivers and Han Dynasties are returning to the cool palace in autumn. The moon is turning and the magpie shadows are moving, and the low red grass is wet with fluorescent light. The poets in the literary garden should think more and don't get drunk and sing. Covering the Flower Hall. The passages include: Time always passes; the sun always sets; night always comes. However, night - finally came. I saw the darkness outside the window, The world is already dark. If, if it were not for the street lights, store lights and lights in the buildings - I think - the world would be really dark. The lights are on, and our road is no longer bumpy. See that The winding road is crooked, but after all, it is not within reach of people. Late at night, the angel came quietly, filling the world with a beautiful legend. However, I discovered that the light on the angel will last forever. It doesn’t stop. I am your angel, and you are also that angel. The halo on my head represents purity. The night is desolate. I stood in the room, looking out the window, and couldn’t help but feel creepy. Although there are many angels, However, there are also many demons. Why should people close the door when sleeping at home? Why should I buy a door lock no matter where I buy it? It's because the demon's attack power is really too great. I know the magic between heaven and earth, but why are there demons in this magical world? As an angel, I am still immature. How should I protect our home? I don't have any magic power. Oh, no, I have magic power, I know knowledge, I can see the sun rise and fall. The night is very quiet, and I fly alone in the sky boredly. Sometimes, I sit on my stool - —On the crescent moon, I admire the beautiful scenery on the earth. The crescent moon is curved. It was so good when I played with my friends in those days. The dark universe is unforgettable for me. I can’t help but have wonderful imagination about it. Watching the cicadas on the trees The insects chirped, and I suddenly felt how happy I was. The mood disappeared, and I suddenly saw a bright spot, so eye-catching, that it has been lingering in my eyes. Now I understand, that is - I can't explain it yet. , it just felt very dazzling, I was still observing there, and before I knew it, I fell asleep, nestled in the arms of the moon, so warm. In my dream, I quietly said to myself - Come on! You can also refer to the composition website: Night fell on the earth. I stood in front of a wooden fence and looked up at the sky. In the semicircle moon, I saw one part bright and one part dark. There was a blue halo tightly surrounding the moon. .Looking away from the bright moon, I discovered that there are countless stars in the sky far away from the bright moon. They are like shining diamonds, some emit dazzling golden light, and some emit a faint white light. Some of them are scattered in all directions. , some are densely clustered, how beautiful and spectacular the sky is decorated by them! The moonlight covered the earth with a layer of silver, and my figure standing silently seemed taller. Behind me, a long green vine was coiled on the fence, which led to many morning glory. Under the wooden fence, a patch of unknown small flowers bloomed freely. Flowers, red, yellow, pink, and white, reflected the moonlight, making them even more exquisite and lovely. The autumn wind blew by, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed and hit my nostrils. Everything was in the quiet night, but I seemed to hear There was a burst of elegant wind music... Could it be that the morning glory on the green vine was praising this charming moonlit night? .