Write some poems about the sunset.

Love is dying on earth, and the sunset is different.

The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home. _ _ _ "Homesickness" [Song] Li Gou

A thousand miles away, the lonely city is closed _ _ —— The Fisherman's Passion (Fan Zhongyan)

The setting sun is crazy in Pingsha, and the stars are high and low in Gansu.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. Ambassador to the fortress (Wang)

As time goes by, the water is clear and the waves are cool. Li Bai's "Climbing the Xinping Building"

Nostalgia [Song] Li Gou

People say that the sunset is the end of the world.

"Miscellaneous songs, water tune songs"

The sun sets in Pingsha, and the stars in Gansu are high and low

Bai Juyi's Gao Ting, Yu Shengping's New Residence in Heyuan, Eight Servants and Four quatrains

Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.

Two Problems of Du Mu in Qi 'an County

On the bridge of Erji Sunset Creek, half a ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow.

Du Fu's Sunset

The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Fangfei is near the shore garden, and firewood leans on the sand boat. Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.

Poetry about (describing) the sunset (sunset)

To see the sun, for all his glory, but near dusk.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.

The mountain reflects the sunset and the sky meets the water, the grass is ruthless, and the sunset is more outside.

All the valleys are full of sounds, including the sound of dusk. The peaks are silent and the sun sets.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.