Classic modern poems of sunset

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with poetry. Poetry shows the art of its language with strong sense of rhythm, wonderful rhythm, refined language, strange imagination and rich feelings. So what kinds of poems are there? The following are the classic modern sunset poems I compiled for you. Welcome to learn from them, I hope it will help you.

Sunset classic modern poetry 1 sunset

The sun sank to rest behind the hill.

Dusk is coming.

A soft sunset

Affect a little sadness

habit

one person

Sitting in the sunset

Silent gaze

habit

Put the wet heart

Face where you are.

Tender talk

sunset

Be attached to this day

Residual red

Worried about sunset

pink clouds

Miss the sea

rime

Surrounded by mountains

That's the warmth of love

That's the surge of love.

With the passage of time,

Qian Qing time.

Along the way

With the sadness of autumn rain

Cycle four seasons

In silence

Stare at that-with a hint of purple.

Leave quietly

Cat-legged

Looking back at the scenery that I have traveled.

And those lost times.

once

How many expectations

Watch at the intersection of parting

How much sadness

A pale and beautiful oath

How helpless

A cold and sour smile

How many hurried shoulders

The diaphragm broke each other's fate.

How many vague memories

Happy with lonely thoughts.

How many romantic stories?

Forget the backward time

Now, those

Gentleness from the depths of the soul

Every time I think about it,

I can always touch the tears in my eyes

Arouse a long-lost touch

Stir up ripples in the ocean of the mind

Those in the past are all remembered.

Those beautiful encounters

Every time I think about it,

There is always a flowing warm current.

Bring back memories of yesterday.

There is no need to stay.

Don't regret it.

In fact,

Happiness is always out of reach

in fact

Close companions.

It is also a kind of spiritual warmth.

Ruoruo

You love me, so do I.

Love is eternal,

You are warm, I am warm.

My heart is warm.

You read, I read.

Love is in a dream

Classic modern poems of sunset 2 memories of Jiangnan

The fresh breeze is blowing gently

Rain lane left the memory of yesterday.

The story of staying in Jiangnan

Drifting with you

The scent of lilacs comes to the nose.

The ground is full of melancholy.

Who is at the corner of the long street?

Quietly pick up your thoughts

Misty rain lingering

Loneliness under the umbrella

Wicker swaying dimly lost.

An endless long road

Endless amorous feelings

Blurred a picture of a water town.

Wait by the bridge

Lonely and gentle poetry

Negligently

In the eyes full of your back

Tears rolled down her face.

you said

Love is always there when the heart is there.

You came here gently.

I left quietly.

With a smile that once belonged to you.

And treasure it in my heart.

More and more distant warmth

It's in the rain lane

Still floating

The ballads we used to sing together.

light rain

I miss it tirelessly.

tassels

I made a mistake.

Umbrella

Twist your fingers and smell the flowers.

Canoeing

Enjoy the breeze

I was in a charming encounter.

Jiangnan dream

I am a falling maple leaf.

Your branch

I guess

It's not me anymore

The place where drunken dreams inhabit

I know

Winter is coming.

I was driven by the silent wind.

Gently, gently

Autumn dusk

The sunset clings to me.

The evening breeze haunts me.

I am like a kite with a broken thread.

Quietly, quietly

Drift to the end of the world

Fall in a distant place

wind

Kiss a cold face

snow

Wrapped in warm memories

I looked around.

That's my love harbor.

That's where my feelings belong.

I am in the cold moonlight.

Count the stars in the sky

listen to

Whisper in the quiet night

I know

one day

I can

Turn into a touch of spring mud

Enter the fertile soil of your memory

Let the warmth of yesterday

In your lonely thoughts

Take root, sprout and grow.

Finally, a tree is green, singing and dancing

you said

You will always be one of my trees.

At the intersection where I came from.

Wait for me.

Whether it's a spring flower

Or hot and cold?

you said

Thinking of me is a kind of warmth.

It is also a kind of happiness.

perhaps

You are comforting my lonely mood.

I don't believe it.

Those eternal vows.

I only believe.

Babies cry when they are hungry.

dear

Do you know

dear

Please believe, my love

Will not fall into the dim light.

my love

I won't just give it to someone who doesn't love me.

sometimes

Ask yourself softly alone.

If one day

You are addicted to the world that others love.

When I drift by you quietly

whether or not

Do you care what happens to me?

You'll give me one

Sweet smile?

perhaps

You don't know.

My dream

From the moment I fell to the ground

How much my heart hurts.

How painful it is to read.

dear

You really don't understand.

in life

Some parting

Always makes people cry.

Some people get together.

Always makes people ecstatic.

Some scenery

It always makes people reluctant to go.

Like leaves leaving a tree.

Like the sunset leaving dusk.

Like a crescent moon, leaving a thin cloud

Just like that winter.

You wait where you are.

I went to the ends of the earth, the ends of the earth.

I am a falling maple leaf.

No direction

Have no purpose

I'm really scared.

When the swallow comes back,

When butterflies like flowers

When the spring rain is hazy

spring breeze

Will you bring a loving me?

At the time and place you told me.

Gently, gently

Fall on your warm branches

Listen to the whispers of spring birds together.

Listen to the rain at night.

Listen to the clouds

Listen to your affectionate talk to me.

About our breakup.

Your long-lost mood

Classic Modern Poems of Sunset 4 Sunset Pictures

Sit in a chair at dusk

The setting sun put my figure

Laura Chang

Sparrows chirp years.

Summer insects are the happiest.

In the occasional wind

It goes against the wind.

Waving weak wings

children

My favorite child.

It's always in the yard at this time.

Run, laugh, chase

With the cry of my love.

Yan murmured over and over again through the gap.

I heard her whisper to dusk

I love you

Put down the poem in your hand

Grab sb.' s shoulder

The children are very naughty.

Being chased by me

Rice in front of the door

With the red sunset glow.

The windmill is still tireless.

Turning on the distant horizon.

Time is always here.

Beautiful, happy.

Get up and shake off the busyness on the ground.

With relaxed beauty

Stroll in

Familiar country road

Elegant melody in the ear

It also rings gently.

Unknown wild flowers

In the breeze

A faint fragrance wafted in.

Artemisia also stood up.

My favorite posture.

As if she were saying, am I beautiful at dusk?

Dry sports shoes

A small step

A shirt with a slightly drooping front.

Are entertaining themselves.

Spruce is straight.

Evenly drooping branches and leaves

It is always at this time.

Tell me the manners of a gentleman.

Where are the clusters of lilacs on the side?

Is it still in a reincarnation?

Brew a girl with a lilac knot

Expect an encounter

In the rainy lane in July

someone says that

The beauty of sunset is short-lived.

real

It went to the west.

Leave a few faint clouds.

also

a painting

The classic modern poem of sunset 5 The most beautiful sunset

Beautiful sunset

You were born in the arms of the sea.

You were born in the east of the world.

Your birth brought light to the world.

Your birth brings hope to a new day.

Your light illuminates the valley of Qian Shan.

Your enthusiasm intoxicated seven continents and four oceans.

Your smiling face brings happiness and auspiciousness to the world.

Our eyes will always be on you.

Spit out light

The rings of time roll forward.

You don't capture the beauty of the person you love.

You know how to make full use of yourself.

Warmly illuminate the world.

You put your light and heat

Sow in every inch of rivers, mountains and fields.

You use your love and feelings

Caring for the healthy growth of every life

You use your kindness and kindness

Accompany people from warm spring in bloom to golden rice and wheat.

You use your wisdom and talent

Guide people from slash-and-burn to scientific and technological navigation

Ah, your beautiful sunset

Even in the last few days of sunset.

You still have to put all your things without reservation.

Leave a world you love deeply.

Towering mountains

Put on the colorful clothes you gave me.

Clear water

Put on your seven-color dress.

green pines and verdant cypresses

Bathed in your cloud steaming Xia Wei.

An energetic eagle

Let your golden wings soar in the sky

You dyed the clouds with your blood.

Prepare for our happiness, good luck and good luck.

Such a beautiful sunset

Like our dearest parents.

Such a beautiful sunset

Are our most beloved parents

Let's give our children the truest and purest blessing.

Turn into a bright red morning sun

Embedded in the hearts of our parents.

I wish them long health and happiness.

Classic Modern Poetry of Sunset 6 Sunset Danqing Dominates Grassland

The top of the blue sky,

Several cloud roads spread out.

Don't give up the sunset,

Slowly sprinkle the sunset glow and inlay the sky.

Green-decorated grassland map,

Several layers of grass blankets are undulating.

Reluctant to cattle and sheep,

There was a delay in catching the end of the shepherd's flute.

Wandering camels, swaying camel bells, falling flat sand,

Snuggle up by the lake in Liulin.

Free-flying eagle wings to fly,

Decorate the sky into a sea of fire.

I rode on a galloping horse,

Touched, the figure flying ahead,

Swing the heroic scenery,

The beauty of my heart surprised me. I smiled and my eyes filled with tears.

Smelling the confusion between soil and grass,

Attachment to the soft sunset,

The scenery in Ling Jun is quiet.

I don't know the ink painting I'm obsessed with,

You seem to have decided for a long time.

Dancing bonfires, dazzling eyes,

Smoke from kitchen chimneys warms people's hearts.

The gripping legend of Siramuren,

Zanyi Tianjiao is rich in color.

Miss the past and fall in love with your desert corner.

Whose songs are waiting for who to talk to under the grassland night?

Light rhythm, weaving dreams,

Leave the string and bend the bow of the bright moon.

The valley of melody calls for the soul,

No ink, no heart.

Tasting mellow tea wine and listening to the Sanskrit sound of Shawan,

Spread out gloomy souls and be pious in ancient totems.

After much consideration, I fell asleep in the mysterious cradle.

Take the time to leave the grassland and look forward to the dawn.