1. Verses about dusk
Verses about dusk 1. Verses describing dusk
1. Ru Meng Ling·Fiber Moon Dusk Courtyard Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde is in the courtyard at dusk on the thin moon, speaking secretly and teaching drunkenly.
Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.
Translation In the courtyard at dusk, with the moon in the sky, the two of them kept talking about their love, and their drunkenness gradually faded away. Now, the lovers have met each other for a long time. I wonder if it is true love in people's hearts? Or is it fake? Old hatreds and new loves, old feelings and new resentments are intertwined and cannot be explained clearly, and they are still chaotic.
Who can see me sad and longing, sleepless for a long time, my face red and full of tears, soaking my coral pillow? 2. Poppy: Listening to Chengtoujiao again at dusk. Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde Listening to Chengtoujiao again at dusk, I feel ill and feel bad.
When the medicine furnace first boils, it is short and green, without the residual fragrance and half a ray of emotion. Passionate people have been prone to illness since ancient times. A clear mirror pities the clear shadow.
With a snap of the fingers, tears flowed like silk, and the east wind stopped sending beauties to know. Translation: At dusk, I heard the sound of horns from the top of the city again. I was in a bad mood and reluctantly sat up.
The medicine has just been boiled, the lamps and candles are emitting a green flame, and the incense that is about to burn out emits half a wisp of green smoke, which evokes infinite sadness. Since ancient times, passionate people have always been sick. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard appearance.
I read a sentence of your "Flicking the Fingers", and tears suddenly fell down. Please don't tell Dongfeng how much I missed you when I was ill. 3. Jiang Shenzi·It is still raining at dusk. Song Dynasty: Su Shi. The old preface of the Duke says: It is snowing heavily, and Uncle Zhu Kang is pregnant with the envoy. He also knows that the envoy misses me, so I wrote "Jiang Shenzi" to send it.
It is still raining at dusk. Open the curtain at dawn and want to flatten the eaves.
Jiang Yue saw that the sky was low and there was nowhere to see the green curtain. Who can accompany me when I sit alone and groan in the cold? Wipe the sick eyes and twist the weak beard.
Make your guest drunk and tired. Crystal salt, sweet for whom? Holding plum blossoms in hand, looking eastward to recall Tao Qian.
Snow is like old people and everyone is like snow. Although it is cute, some people dislike it. Translation: At dusk yesterday, there was still a thin drizzle in the sky. When I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, I found that the heavy snow was almost even with the eaves.
The river is wide and the sky is low, and the white snow has covered the wine flags in the riverside taverns. I sit alone in the cold and recite poetry. Who is there to accompany me? Wipe the dim eyes and stroke the aging beard. You may be hosting a banquet for guests. To whom is this snow as transparent as crystal salt a delicacy? Holding the plum blossoms in my hand, I looked eastward and thought of Tao Qian.
The snow is like an old friend, and the old friend is like snow. Although he is cute, he is afraid that "someone will dislike him". 4. Die Lian Hua·The courtyard is as deep as it is. Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu. The courtyard is as deep as it is, with willows piled up in smoke and countless curtains.
The jade-carved saddle is in the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road. The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing wildly at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. Translation: The courtyard is deep, I don’t know how deep it is? Willows are falling, pieces of smoke are flying, and there are countless layers of curtains.
The luxurious carriages and horses were parked at the place where the noble princes had fun. She climbed up the stairs and looked into the distance, but she could not see the road leading to Zhangtai. Spring has come to an end, and the March rain is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how heavy the gate blocks the dusk scenery, it cannot retain the spring spirit.
With tears in his eyes, he asked Luo Hua if he knew my thoughts. Luo Hua remained silent and flew out of the swing bit by bit in a mess. 5. Shengchazi·Yuan Xiu Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu Last year on Yuan Night, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.
The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still there.
I can’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears. (Wet Tears: One Work: Full) Translation: During the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime.
The moon rises above the willow trees, and he invites me to chat with him after dusk. During this year’s Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I can no longer see my old friends from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.
2. Poems about dusk
Spring resentment
The sunset is fading through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears.
Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.
Join the Army
In the Baichi Building in the west of Fenghuo City, I sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.
Blowing the Qiang flute to close the mountains and the moon, no worries about the golden boudoir.
One of the two poems given as a gift
Upstairs, desire rests at dusk, and the moon is like a hook across the jade staircase.
The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they all face the same sorrow in the spring breeze.
Leyouyuan
Feeling unwell in the evening, I drove to Guyuan;
The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk.
Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden
The flowers are swaying and the beauty is alone, taking over the charm of the small garden.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need to seal the gold bottle with a sandalwood board.
Bu Shuanzi
Outside the post station, beside the broken bridge, it is lonely and ownerless.
It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous.
It fell into pieces and turned into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Dielianhua
There are tens of thousands of weeping willows outside the building,
If you want to stay young, spring will come back if you don't live long.
Like willow catkins floating in front of the wind,
Follow the spring and see where it goes.
When I hear Du Yu in the green mountains and rivers,
I will be ruthless and don’t worry about others’ suffering.
Sending wine to spring without saying a word,
It rains lightly at dusk.
Shengchazi Lantern Festival
On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
3. Sentences to describe dusk
The dusk overlooking the town is like a golden moon falling in the Milky Way, kissing the countryside of my hometown, and from the villages where smoke curls up, From time to time, there are a few barking dogs and roosters crowing, like a distant and hazy dream.
At dusk, the light of the setting sun shining on the river is like many gold needles and silver threads, swaying with the water waves. The dusk has become blurry, and the sky filled with sunset glow has gradually become dull and colorless.
The sky in the evening is not dark, but has a bright blue color. The mountains are stained with a thin layer of red under the sunlight. At dusk, a crescent moon rose quietly, and around it, there were a few stars that gave off a faint light.
The setting sun slowly fell down the mountain, and the sky was filled with red clouds, like a goddess dropping a red dress. The sky in the evening is not dark, but has a bright blue color. The mountains are stained with a thin layer of red under the rays of the setting sun.
4. Poems about dusk
1. "Beautiful Eyes: Cold Apricot Blossoms Upstairs at Dusk" - Song Dynasty: Ruan Yue
Dusk Upstairs Apricot blossoms are cold. The slanting moon is small.
A pair of swallows, two rows of geese, the sound of the horns is faint.
The people in Qichuang shed tears in the spring breeze.
It should also look like the old days, filled with autumn water and light spring mountains.
Explanation: When I climbed up the building at dusk, I saw apricot blossoms blooming in the slight cold, and the slanting moon reflected the railings of the small building. A pair of swallows returned, two rows of wild geese flew north, and intermittent horn sounds came from the distance. In front of the gorgeous window, a beautiful woman stands in the spring breeze, silent and full of sorrow. As in the past, your eyes should be as clear as autumn water, and your eyebrows should be as beautiful as spring mountains.
2. "Ru Meng Ling·Fixy Moon Dusk Courtyard" - Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
"Fixy Moon Dusk Courtyard", the language is dense and the teaching is shallow.
Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet.
Who to meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.
Explanation: In the courtyard at dusk, with the moon in the sky, the two of them kept talking about love, and their drunkenness gradually disappeared. Now, the lovers have met each other for a long time. I wonder if it is true love in people's hearts? Or is it fake? Old hatreds and new loves, old feelings and new resentments are intertwined and cannot be explained clearly, and they are still chaotic. Who can see me sad and longing, sleepless for a long time, my face red and full of tears, soaking my coral pillow?
3. "Leyouyuan/Deng Leyouyuan" - Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk.
Explanation: In the evening, I was feeling unhappy and drove up to Guyuan in my car.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is close to dusk.
4. "The Poppy: Listening to the Corner of the City Again at Dusk" - Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Listening to the Corner of the City again at dusk, I became ill and felt bad. When the medicine furnace first boils, it is short and green, without the residual fragrance and half a ray of emotion.
Passionate people have been prone to illness since ancient times, and a clear mirror pities the clear shadow. With a snap of the fingers, tears flowed like silk, and the east wind stopped sending beauties to know.
Translation: At dusk, I heard the sound of horns coming from the top of the city again. Being ill, I reluctantly sat up and was in a bad mood. The medicine has just been boiled, the lamps and candles are emitting a green flame, and the incense that is about to burn out emits half a wisp of green smoke, which evokes infinite sadness. Since ancient times, passionate people have always been sick. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard appearance. Reading a sentence of your "Flicking the Fingers", tears suddenly fell down. Please don't tell Dongfeng how much I missed you when I was ill.
5. "Qingpingle·Rain, Clear Smoke, and Night" - Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Rain, Clear Smoke, and Night. The new pool of green water is full. Swallows fly to the Weeping Willow Courtyard, and the curtains of the small pavilion are rolled high.
I lean against Zhulan alone at dusk. Southwest crescent eyebrow. The flowers are falling and the wind is blowing, and the clothes are especially cold in spring.
Translation: It clears up after the rain, light smoke fills the air in the evening, and the green spring water fills the new pond. The swallows flew back to the courtyard where the willow trees drooped, and the curtains in the small attic were rolled up high. At dusk, I leaned against the red railing alone, with a crescent moon hanging like an eyebrow in the southwest sky. The fallen flowers on the steps were flying in the wind, and Luo Yi looked particularly cold.
5. Beautiful sentences about dusk
1. No matter how beautiful the plot is, it is still a drama, and no matter how beautiful the dusk is, it will eventually get dark.
2. Welcome every dawn and dusk with a vibrant heart. 3. I am a nameless thief. I steal your name to make wine at dusk. One drink lasts a lifetime. I am willing to be drunk.
4. I like spring flowers, summer trees, autumn dusk, winter sunshine, and you every day. 5. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
6. When you come, I will smile to everyone and be polite to those I hate. I wish I could dip every dusk waiting for you into sugar and eat it. 7. The love of spring is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off.
Why is the sunset approaching dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world. The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret ribbon is the same as the heart.
I am a dreamer for Yi Ban, and I always draw pictures to call out the truth at night. 8. You have to believe that there must be your lover in the world, whether you are surrounded by light and drowned in applause at the moment, or you are walking alone on the cold street and getting wet by heavy rain, whether it is a morning with light snow, or In the dusk that is scorched by the heat wave, he will definitely pass through the surging crowds in this world, and he will definitely walk through them and come towards you.
9. Looking at the dusk and feeling the dusk made my melancholy heart relax again and again under the sunset. The sky gradually became darker, but I found that the sunset at this time was even redder, like burning, ah ! At dusk, do you not admit defeat? Even though you have lost your original glory, you are still looking forward to working hard to realize your dreams.
6. What are the famous lines from ancient poems about the sunset
There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. Log in Li Shangyin enjoys traveling to Yuan, feeling unwell in the evening, and drives up to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but the sky is clear at dusk, and the sand is clear. Autumn thoughts, horses, and people are passing by the small bridge in Zhiyuan. The old road has a westerly wind and thin horses. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. The sunset is calm from the guests. .The flames melt before the darkness, ten thousand sunrises and sunsets. The sunset can't go away, but it has to go. Ten thousand sunsets, ten thousand sunset impressions, ten thousand aftertaste of life under the sunset. The sunset is calm. Beside the grave , How much glory is left, but how much guilt remains. The new moon has given birth to birds, and the sunset is in the west of the setting sun. (Zhang Lei, Song Dynasty, "He Zhou Bangyan") The setting sun has no one lying on the back of the cow, bringing the jackdaws home in twos. . (Song Dynasty, Shun Min's "Village Residence") The old cow, having paid off the hard work, gnawed grass and lay down on the slope in the sunset. (Song Dynasty, Kong Pingzhong's "He Shu") Outside the setting sun, jackdaws were counting, and the flowing water surrounded the isolated village. (Song Dynasty, Song Dynasty) Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang") Birds singing in the deep valley, trees, mountain shadows in the village. (Song Dynasty, Liu Zihui's "Hu Houxian Mountain Residence") After the rain, the green curtains of the small shop, the sunset among the red trees in the remote village. (Qing Dynasty, Zha Shenxing's " "Chiheyi") A stream of green water is filled with spring rain, half of the bank is clear of mountains and half of it is sunset. (Qing Dynasty Duanmu Guohu's "Sailboats in the Sand Bay") The waterfall is dragging down thousands of rain, but the setting sun first clears up the peak. (Qing Dynasty "Lin Zexu" "Jihe" "Module") Right or wrong, success or failure is gone, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. ("Linjiang Fairy" by Yang Shen of the Ming Dynasty) The mountains reflect the setting sun, and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun, ("Fan Zhongyan" of the Song Dynasty) "Su Mu Zhe") There are sounds in the valleys with late music, and the peaks stand silently in the setting sun. (Song Dynasty Wang Yucheng's "Village") The sunset is fragrant and the grass has no hatred, and the talented and beautiful are empty and sad. (Song Dynasty Chao Buzhi's "Partridge Sky") There was a blush before the rain, a few soft willow trees and smoke. The beautiful soul disappeared before the setting sun. (Nalan Xingde, "Huanxi Sand" of the Qing Dynasty).
7. Poems about dusk
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is full of locust flowers and the trees are full of cicadas. Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and it is autumn when the heart breaks. Spring Village Tang Bai Juyi In February, the village garden is warm, and hoops fly among the mulberry trees. Farmers pound old grains, and silkworm concubines pray for new clothes. Cows and horses are far away due to the wind, and chickens and dolphins pass through the community. At dusk, on the road under the forest, gods return with drums and flutes playing. Looking at Jiangzhou Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi looked back at Shuanghuabiao from the river, and knew it was the Xiguo Gate of Xunyang. He was still in a lone boat for three or four miles, and the water smoke, sand and rain were about to become dusk. The crape myrtle flowers in the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi Silun, Your Excellency, wrote quietly, and the carvings in the bell and drum towers were long. Sitting alone at dusk Who is the companion? Crape myrtle flowers pair with Ziwei Lang. The moon rises over the sand, Tang Bao Rong, the tide falls in Nansha, and the moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow is clear. The water flow is not high, and the smoke is not lingering. The plain jade fields are cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Dynasty, Du Fu looked back in sorrow, leaning on his stick to carry the lonely city. .The river is coming out of Zhuzhou, the sky is empty and the scenery is clear. The sky is fading, and Zhu Fu is burdened with life. I admire the birds at dusk and throw themselves into the forest feathers. Looking back at dusk in the north of the Palace of Chu, Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, and the rain streaks in the west of Baidi City. Returning to the river and turning over the stone wall, returning to the lost mountain village surrounded by clouds and trees. In old age and lung disease, I can only sit high and close the door early when I am worried. Don't stay too long for the chaos of jackals and tigers. There are souls in the south that have not been summoned. Return to the noisy singing and dancing place of Du Mu's painting hall in the Yantang Dynasty, and go to the society People who come to the society don't look at it. It is the river tower that keeps you company. At dusk, you are still waiting to lean on the railing. The crows, Tang and Du Mu disturb and turn over, and the cold smoke rises at dusk. Mao bullies the queen's hair, and the sound is like Chu Ji's string. The wind spreads across the ramparts. , Wings sleep in the frost forest. Just like traveling in the west, there is no chance of having a white head. There are many residual flowers in the Tang Dynasty and the lingering clouds of the Han Dynasty, and the withering fragrance is still endless. The melancholy is white under the moon at dusk, and the branches are red after the Qingming rain. The grass at the bottom of the tree Thousands of pieces are clean, and the wind blows fast on the wall, and several branches are empty. In the sad place of the West Garden on this day, a high song sings the water to the east. Wu Qi Qu Tang Li Duan's white horse chases the red chariot, and the dusk enters the narrow slope. The narrow willow trees and black birds compete for the place, and the branches are not yet I have to fly up to the house. The young wife and son-in-law of the east room are in the army, and I know the night is coming every time I hear the crow of the crow. Li Shangyin felt unwell in the evening and drove to the ancient plains. The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk. The remaining red in the fallen flowers of the Tang Dynasty attracted the poetry demon, Nostalgia for the past is nothing. The moon is half-set on the bronze platform, and the wind is blowing in the golden valley. The flowing water floats slowly, and the pieces are lightly clinging to the short grass. Who can see the long door is deeply locked, and the drizzle at dusk is falling. The autumn is falling in Weizhuang of Tang Dynasty. It is easy to wake up from wine, and the sadness is like parting. At dusk, I lean on the pillar and do not go back, the sound of wind and rain breaks through the green lotus. Looking at the river pavilion at night, looking at the Tang and Song Dynasties, the vastness soaks the cloud roots, and the mist leaves the distant village. There are traces of birds returning to the sand, and sails There is no trace of the passing waves. Looking at the softness of the water, looking at the mountains makes me want to die. The indulgence is still there, and I want to return to the horse at dusk. Looking at the long stream in autumn, Tang Yanqian willows are short, the sand is long, the stream is flowing, the rain is dim and the smoke is standing at the head of the stream. Jackdaws are shining. Going to the front mountain, Du Qu is alone in sorrow at dusk. Spring sorrow in Tang Dynasty Weizhuang has its own spring sorrow. The soul is dying, unable to bear the fragrant grass and thinking about the king and grandson. The fallen flowers are silent and rainy at dusk, no one is leaning against the door alone in the deep courtyard. The crows are sad in the evening when the smoke of ancient locust trees from Yongtao in the Tang Dynasty is thin. , standing alone in the ditch at dusk. Looking at the southern country brings long-term thoughts, and a new group of wild geese goes to Tingzhou. Lonely Tang Zhenggujiang County is a sparsely populated village, and the weather is approaching dusk for an outing. The spring sorrow is still drunk, and there are tears and wine stains on the clothes. . The plum blossoms in the mountain garden are swaying and the flowers are noisy, occupying the charming scenery of the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost birds want to steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies know how to unite and break their souls. Fortunately, there are You can make love with each other by chanting slightly, and you don’t need to put the sandalwood board into the gold bottle. In the autumn night, you are in love with Song Zhushu. The slender crescent moon hangs at dusk, and people want to die in the secluded boudoir. The note is unsealed and changed again, and the wine glass is lifted up but relived. The lanterns and flowers take away the burning thoughts, and the long sleeves are used to hold back the tears. I regret that the romance is too much, but you must know that love is the root of sorrow. Huanxi Sha Song Li Qingzhao wanders in the spring light and cold food days, the jade furnace sinks into the water, and the remaining smoke curls up, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. Haiyan In the future, people are fighting for grass, the river plums have passed willow trees, and the swings are wet with rain at dusk. Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching and searching, desolate and miserable. When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to take a breath. Three cups of two A cup of light wine can't resist his late arrival and the sudden wind! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The sycamore trees are also drizzled, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, there is no such thing as "sorrow"! In the Song Dynasty, when Li Qingzhao was drunk and the flowers were in the dark, the mist was thick and the clouds were full of sorrow. The golden beast disappeared from the auspicious day. It was the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens made it cool in the middle of the night. When the wine was put on the east fence, after dusk, there was a dark fragrance filling the sleeves. It was impossible not to quell the soul. The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang returns to the Song Dynasty and Su Shi floats in the moonlight at dusk. There is a spring tree in front of the hall. Why does the east wind blow into the west neighbor? The children's house is often closed. The snow is cold, the jade face is true. The fragrant cheek powder is not evenly distributed. Flowers are sent to people in Lingtou. Sunset clouds in the south of the Yangtze River. Poppy Song Su Shi's ice muscles are naturally thin. After that, the day is long and the curtains are long, looking at the dusk. At dusk, the soul is in ecstasy. You still know the pain of lovesickness. How can you bear it? Abandoning the slave, he went all the way to pass the mountain. I was afraid that it would be easy to say goodbye but difficult to see him. Like a dream, it clears Nalan Xingde, Xian Yue and the moonlight in the courtyard at dusk. The words are dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.