Poetry about sunrise and early morning 1. Poems describing the morning glow
1, Ode to the First Day-Zhao Kuangyin in Song Dynasty
At first, the sun was shining and Qian Shan was on fire.
In an instant, the sky fell, driving away the stars and the waning moon.
The rising sun is red and Qian Shan is on fire. A red sun flies freely in the vast sky, and the red sun retreats from the stars and the moon, shining all over the earth.
2. Recalling Jiangnan-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the riverside are redder than fire. Spring has come, and the river is as green as Polygonum multiflorum Thunb.
3. Sunrise in Jinshan-Land Tourism in Song Dynasty
Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates.
When the wind blows, the river is like a red scale, and a golden disc hangs between the clouds.
4. Dawn of the Tang Dynasty-Han He
Sunlight shines into the water, reflecting a red sky in the water.
As long as Mount Tai waits until the third night, you will see the first round of red sun being sent to the blue sky.
The glow of the sky reflected into the water, and the sky reflected in the water turned red in an instant. As long as you wait in Taishan until after midnight, you will see the first round of red sun being sent to the blue sky.
5. "Prince Quan of Huizhou built the Luofuzi Pavilion and wrote it as a song"-Liang of Qing Dynasty.
The pheasant shouted that the sea was moving, and a golden plate spewed out of the sea.
The pheasant crowed loudly, the sea began to churn, and a round gold plate burst out of the sea.
2. Poems describing watching and smelling the sunrise in the morning
1, frozen clouds are all over the mountain, and the snow is shining. Broken into thousands of pieces, half inclined to the wind. No makeup, no trees, no flowers. I am ashamed of the sunset, and I thank Chen Xia for breaking the color. -"Looking at the Snow" Don: Li Shimin
2. Wanghai Tower sparkles in the twilight, and the berm is covered with white sand. That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun. Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears. Who opens the southwest road of Lake Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist. -"Hangzhou Spring Hope" Tang: Bai Juyi
I have been driving a seven-fragrant car, and I am waiting for Xiao Xia. The wind is light and loud, and the day is thin and not spent. Sweet and tender, fragrant and far away, high jade sends a shadow obliquely. Chengdu has passed Booth and Zeng Xianling tea. -"Ren Shen Qixi" Tang: Li Shangyin
4, spring night, spring hate to cut, spend outside the month. People can't see, dreams are hard to follow, and the red yarn is slightly lighter. Partial hatred, it is Fang Jie, there are thousands of cloves in Qian Qian in the court. The night fog dispersed, the morning glow, Shuang Yan between the beams. -"More Leaky Spring Night" Tang: Mao Wenxi
5, the wind hits the waves, revealing zero autumn sleep, breaking the green and declining Red River. Wear bright makeup and eat ice cream. Don't make waves in the green pool. It rained for several hours at sunset, and the dust marks were cold. Universal. Refers to Tingzhou, Suyun flies, musk deer washes, and Yujing Xiao Xia rings. An inch of lotus root breaks silk, smiling at He Lang, and my heart swings like a spring. It's half cold, listening to cicada and ling's singing. With Yuanyang Qiu Meng, the wine awakens the bright moon and shines obliquely on the registered permanent residence. -Song of "Fa Qu Xian Yin Autumn Night Red and White Lotus": Wu Wenying
More rainy spring nights
Don: Mao Wenxi
Spring is midnight. Spring hates cutting and flowers are spent outside the moon. People can't see, dreams are hard to follow, and the red yarn is slightly lighter.
Partial hatred, it is Fang Jie, there are thousands of cloves in Qian Qian in the court. The night fog dispersed, the morning glow, Shuang Yan between the beams.
Translation:
The spring night is quiet, and the thoughts of spring are endless. The cuckoo's cry outside the flower seems to keep the waning moon in the west. Acacia people disappear, and acacia dreams are hard to come true. My lonely heart is like a remnant lamp with a red veil.
What I hate most is that at this time, in the season of warm spring in bloom, the lilacs under the steps are flourishing, like one knot after another. The night fog is drifting away, the morning glow is shining on the horizon, and a pair of spring swallows are flying between the beams.
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In the morning, the sun is like a new wife who just went out, showing half her face shyly. The sun went down, and its exceptionally bright light came out from the treetops, dyeing white clouds and green hills red.
Slowly, the sun shone through the clouds, revealing a face that had already swelled red, like a shy little girl looking at the earth. Brilliant sunshine permeates through the gaps between leaves, through the fog in the morning, and continuously spreads all over the campus.
The sun is lower and red as blood. On the surface of the water, a striking broad light wave extends from the edge of the ocean to the side of the ship. The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the whole river turned purple, and the horizon seemed to light a fire.
In spring, the sunshine is warm, and a warm hand is extended, which makes people feel comfortable all over. The spring breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance all over the lake.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame when the oil boiled. I dare not look up at the sun, but I feel dazzling everywhere. The air, the roof and the ground are all white and bright, with a little red in white. From top to bottom, it looks like a huge fire mirror, each of which is the focus of the fire mirror, as if everything were going to burn.
It's late autumn, and the sun is lazily hanging in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face taking a nap. The sunshine in late autumn is like the orange lampshade on the quilt, which gives off soft light and shines on the body and face, which is warm.
As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon. The sun was entangled in thin clouds and gave off a faint dazzling white light.
The sun works hard all year round, and when it is busy in winter, it is exhausted and can hardly release heat. Warm sunshine, through the dense leaves, fell and became golden dots.
The towering mountains in the distance, covered with golden coats in the sun, are particularly beautiful. Sunlight was filtered by layers of leaves and leaked to him, turning into a faint, round and gently swaying halo.
It was already eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunshine drew circles of gold and silver on the leaves. Sunlight shines on the white earth through weak clouds, reflecting silver light and dazzling.
The golden sunshine poured down and poured into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea surface somewhat colorful. When the bright red sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog spreads like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sun.
The sunlight penetrating through the clouds is like a golden thread, criss-crossing, splicing light gray and blue gray clouds into beautiful patterns. The sun has just risen to the top of the mountain, covered by the bright red morning glow, and the sun shines through the cracks in the clouds, like countless dragons spouting golden waterfalls.
Golden sunlight shone through the cracks and sprinkled on the grass growing on the brown land. The sky is as blue as washing, and the bright sunshine shoots down from the dense gaps of pine needles, forming a thick beam of light, which casts a veil-like mist on the tree-lined trees.
The smiling face of the sun is red, which makes the hazy campus suddenly enlightened. The mountains above the clouds float like islands.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth. The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.
The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable. The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.
Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night. The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold. The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square.
At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting. It is strange to stand here for a long time. The mountains have completely changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen from the plains or mid-levels. They become very layered, messy, majestic and strange.
Look up, the mountain is the sky, and the sky is also the mountain. It seems that your nose can touch the mountain at any time. I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks.
A closer look shows that the giant peak is like the Monkey King holding a golden hoop, and those small peaks are like monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is taking his children to kill the worse.
Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron and solemn. The red sun rises and the peaks are deep blue.
Then, the mist appeared, and the milky white yarn separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, which really looked like a refreshing landscape painting. After a while, the fog cleared again, and the bare rock wall and steep rock wall were dyed deep red by the sun's light and gradually turned into bronze, which was particularly magnificent against the background of green trees and fields.
Mountain after mountain, you can't see a village. Look at that.
4. Poems about sunrise
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This ancient poem describing the sunrise eulogized the first day of the Song Dynasty, when the sun was shining in Zhao Kuangyin and a raging fire broke out in Qian Shan. In an instant, the sky fell, driving away the stars and the waning moon. Recalling the Tang dynasty, Bai Juyi was in the south of the Yangtze River. At sunrise, red flowers win the fire, and the riverside is as green as blue. Why don't you remember Jiangnan? Zhang Tang Bing is a border guard soldier in Taiwan Province. When he came back, he realized that he was alone in Taiwan Province. During the day, the ground comes out and the Yellow River comes from the outside. The sand is like waves, and the wind is suspicious. If you want to pass the Tao to Yin, you won't open Yin. About Mount Tai-Zhang Dai is full of benevolence and dare to view mountains and rivers? Yangming has no holes and no valleys, and it reaches the peaks and valleys. Bull is forty miles, crab is eighteen miles. Sit in danger and shoot bamboo shoots, knowing fear but not knowing happiness. What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. God of Nature Edition Show, what else? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk ... colorful clouds lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ... once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky. At the beginning of Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin was sunny and Qian Shan was on fire. In an instant, the sky fell, driving away the stars and the waning moon. Recalling the Tang Dynasty Jiangnan Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good. The scenery was once familiar with the sunrise, and the river in spring was as green as blue. Why don't you remember Jiangnan? Zhang Tang Bing, the border guard in Taiwan Province, returned to China in the spring, and the only power was in Taiwan Province. During the day, the ground comes out and the Yellow River comes from the outside. The sand is like waves, and the wind is suspicious. If you want to go to Yin Guan, Yin won't open.
5. Poems about the morning
1, "Early Baidu City" Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day.
2. "Doing Good and Going Early" in Ting Yun, Tang Wen.
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.
3, "Making Stars" Tang Bai Juyi.
In the early morning light, the room was bright, and the early ya drum began to beat. The dog slept on the steps until the earth got wet, and the birds buzzed around the window as if reporting the weather.
In the early morning, the house is brightly lit and the morning drum strikes. The dog slept on the steps until the earth became wet and the birds sang at the window, as if to report the news of sunny weather.
4, "Early Travel" Song Chen Yu Yi.
Dewdrops invaded the camel's brown, Han Xiao was bright, and the stars were dry and bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects in the depths of rice fields are singing.
When the dew fell, I wore a thick sweater and felt a little cold. Looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is particularly bright sideways. I walked across a small bridge, half awake and half asleep, and heard insects chirping in the depths of rice fields.
5. "Early hair" Ye Luo in Tang Dynasty.
A little light leaves Lu drunk and walks alone. I am worried about watching the snow and smelling the cock crow, alone in the sky.
The light was weak, almost extinguished, the wine woke up, and I was ready to leave with a solitary sword on my back. Looking wistfully at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, listening to the peasant chickens crow, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.
6. What are the poems about "The sun rises in the morning"?
1. In the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. Chang Jian < Buddhist retreat behind Poshan Temple >
2. lament that the west window is too short and the sun shines at first. Huang Tingjian &; lt； Window period >
3. The sun shines obliquely on the platform, and the mangrove trees grow in bloom. Zhang Hu < Two Ji Ling tables >
4. At the southeast corner of sunrise, take a look at Qinshi Mansion. & amplt； Han Yuefu Shang Mo Sang >
1. On a warm spring day, the breeze blows gently, and the curtain of the pavilion is covered with poles.
2. The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
4. The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
5. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
6. The sunset swims around the five lakes, and the smoke waves are everywhere. Who wants to ask the East?
7. A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart.
8 ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
9. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen (Don Wang Wei)
10. The mountains cover the white sun, and the oceans drain the golden rivers, but you can broaden your horizons by walking up a flight of stairs for 300 miles (Don Wang Zhihuan)
1 1. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, and the road is sunny (Tang Yuxi)
12. Far away, don't worry about the sunset, look at the river at the end of the year (Yanwu in Ming Dynasty)
13. Qian Shan mangroves are full of mountains and clouds, and wine looks at the sun again (Tang Wei Zhuang)
14. Within a thousand miles, Chengguan is in a long haze (Song Fan Zhongyan)
15. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home when you look at the end of the world (Song Ligou)
16. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue (Tang Juyi)
7. Ancient poems describing the sun at noon in the morning
Looking at the clear sky in the morning, the bamboo mountains are bright.
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. (Shang Shan Zao Xing Tang Wen Ting Jun)
Tie up the boat and float to Yushan. It is a wonder in the morning. The river is wide when the sun breaks water. Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates. Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends. The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but he sang about the autumn moon. When Luo floated, the night did not stop. (Golden Mountain Sunrise and Land Tour)
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
The setting sun swims around the five lakes, and smoke and waves are everywhere. Who wants to ask the East?
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.
When the sun rises, the river flowers will win the fire, and when the spring comes, the river will be blue (Tang Juyi)