Poems about beautiful night scenes

1. The poem "Silent Night Thinking" describes the beautiful and desolate night scene.

Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.

Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

moonlit night

Liu in Tang Dynasty

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Reading in winter night, Xianzi said

Land Tourism in Song Dynasty

The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.

What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.

A night berth near Fengqiao.

Zhang Ji in Tang Dynasty

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

"Two Thoughts on Breaking Dawn at Autumn Night and Coming out of the Hedge Gate to Meet the Cold"

Land Tourism in Song Dynasty

All the way to the southwest, the chickens next door crow again and again.

Ambitious illness has come and gone, and I have been scratching my head all my life.

3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.

The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.

What you read in the night book

Ye Shaoweng in Song Dynasty

The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river.

I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night.

One night abroad.

Du fu in Tang dynasty

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .

It snows at night

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.

It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights and sending it to Du Langzhong

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

2. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu praised the night scene poem1in Autumn Night;

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

The candlelight of the silver candle reflects the barren painting screen, flapping fireflies with a small fan. The stone steps in the night are as cold as cold water, and you sit still and stare at the cowherd and weaver girl on both sides of the Tianhe River.

2. Modern Wang Guowei's Liang Zhu One-way Canglang Pavilion Outer Road;

One-way Canglang Pavilion outer road, six bends withered, curved poplar.

Show off a thousand strands of goose yellow, fog in the middle of the month.

A cloud is nowhere to be found, and there are rare stars in the cloud that don't flow away.

It is wrong to close a small window, and so is the night on earth.

Interpretation: Visit the scenery outside Canglang Pavilion alone. Poplar trees are planted beside the curved railings. They spread out thousands of branches, and the color of goose yellow is like mist in the moonlight. I can't find the clouds in the sky, but the sparse stars in the clouds don't move with them. Usually I study hard behind closed doors, which really lives up to the night here.

3. Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty:

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Interpretation: After the new rain, the valley is empty and fresh, and the weather in early autumn and evening is particularly cool. The bright moon reflects the quiet pine forest, and the clear spring water flows on the rocks. The girl in the bamboo forest came back from washing with a smile, and the lotus leaves swayed in the canoe. Although the beauty of spring has faded, autumn scenery in front of us is enough to make people linger.

4. Autumn Nocturne by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty;

At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.

The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

Interpretation: At the beginning of the month, the autumn dew is already thin. Wear thin clothes and don't change his clothes. The long night was full of affection for Yinzheng, and I was afraid of being alone and couldn't bear to go into the house to sleep.

5. Sleeping at Jiande by Meng Haoran in Tang Dynasty;

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

Interpretation: When the ship docked in a foggy continent, new worries flooded the guests' minds at dusk. The boundless wilderness is darker than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

3. Write poems at night 1, the moon

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Pools and bridges are unforgettable and pitiful. The curtains are opened at the brightest night, and it is already very cold.

The water spray is very urgent where it flows, and when it spits, the clouds will open in Qing Ye. Heng E is not wearing makeup, but she is just showing off.

The moon in the pool by the bridge is really unforgettable and makes people fall in love. Open the curtains tomorrow night, and it's already very cold when the bamboo curtain is rolled up. Under the moonlight, the water is rushing, and when Zen Hui pours out, the clouds are dazzling. The goddess in the moon doesn't wear makeup, and her beauty depends on the moonlight.

2. Night rain

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Crying early, I rested again, and the residual light went out again.

Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.

Cricket, who came out early, let out a cry and stopped. The dim light went out and turned on again. Through the window, I knew it was raining at night, because there was the sound of rain hitting the banana leaves outside the window.

3. Autumn night

Song: Zhu

The night is sleepless, the autumn wind is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut to night.

The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.

Tossing and turning at night is difficult to sleep, and the night air in autumn is cool. I cut the candle flowers many times. It's almost midnight. Outside the window, the moon shadow sewn by the buttonwood was scattered on the cold bed, but the moon still looked so bright through the buttonwood.

4. Yequan

Ming Dynasty: Yuan Zhongdao

Mountain Bai Niao suddenly sounded, and the stone was as cold as frost.

The moonlight in the flowing spring turned into snow water.

At night, the nightingale suddenly sings in the snowy mountains, and the dew on the stone is so cold that it will frost. In the moonlight, a flowing spring is like a flowing snow.

5. Summer nights

Tang Dynasty: Han Wo

Strong winds floated with electricity, dark clouds were born, and it rained in the high forest.

After a long night, the rain stopped and the wind subsided, but the broken clouds in Ryutsuki were oblique.

The wind flashed wildly, and the sky was covered with dark clouds like thick ink; I only heard the sound of wind and rain coming from the big forest. The night is already deep, the wind has stopped and the rain has stopped; A crescent moon obliquely shed a faint moonlight through the clouds.

6. Spring nights

Tang Dynasty: Yu Shinan

The spring garden returns to the moon, and the bamboo hall invades the night.

Scared birds walk out of the forest, and the wind and flowers come over the water.

In the forest garden in spring, the moon falls from the sky, and the hall under the bamboo forest opens in the night. The sound alarmed the birds in the forest, and they flew away through the forest, while the flowers were sent far away across the spring.

4. Poems about beautiful nights: Chunjiang flowers, Chunjiang moon, flat tide in the sea and bright moon on the sea.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river shines at the beginning of the month. Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Whose boat is flat tonight, where to miss the bright moon building. Poor Yue Pei came back from upstairs and asked someone to repair the mirror table.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

5. Write some poems about the tranquility and beauty of the night. Zhang Chunjiang is full of flowers, the moonlight is bright, the spring river is in harmony, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. Green door leads. Spring is warm and cold, and the wind and rain are late.

Tingxuan was lonely and near Qingming, full of wine, and fell ill last year. The wind wakes up in the corner of the building and the door is quiet at night.

It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. The simplest one is "There is such a bright light at the foot of my bed ..." (Silent Night Thinking-Li Bai) Hehe. Poems about night scenes: (1) Stay overnight in the mountains of Zen master Ye, waiting for my friend Ding (Meng Haoran) to set the sun, and one valley after another is hazy.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.

Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.

The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.

In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.

The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.

From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey whimpers on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushes at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.

However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.

In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.

The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.

Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.

Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.

Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.

The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.

Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I feel sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself, but the river can't be filled in. I have many feelings in my heart. I want to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.

The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.

More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the ice and snow turn the cold hovering nights white.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.

People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.

The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.

That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.

Although a river merchant should sleep in this calm weather, boatman.

6. Poems about beautiful nights: Chunjiang flowers, Chunjiang moon, flat tide in the sea and bright moon on the sea.