Poems describing dusk
1. Leyouyuan Scenic Resort
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs.
the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night. ?
Translation: In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, just near dusk.
2. Twilight
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi?
at dusk, in front of the independent Buddhist temple, the ground was covered with Sophora japonica and cicadas.
generally speaking, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and it is autumn when the heart is heartbroken.
Translation: Standing alone in front of the Buddhist temple at dusk, the ground is covered with Sophora japonica and the trees are covered with cicadas. Perhaps the four seasons of sadness, one of the most heartbreaking is autumn.
3. Born Chazi Yuanxi
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Last year, the lights at the flower market were like day. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me.
On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same. No longer saw last year's old friend, tears of tears were wet to the clothes.
On the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first month of last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as during the day. The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk with him after dusk. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. Never see last year's lover again, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears.
4. Like a dream, the courtyard of slender moon at dusk
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
The courtyard of slender moon at dusk, with its dense language and shallow teaching. Do you know the heart? Old hatred and new love are half. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow is red with tears.
In the courtyard at dusk, the slim moon is in the sky, and the two people are chatting and the drunkenness is gradually decreasing. Now, lovers have met for a long time in the future. I wonder if that person's heart is true? Still pretending? Old haters and new lovers, old feelings and new grievances are intertwined, which is unclear and confusing. Who can see my sad thoughts, sleepless nights, red tears on my face and soaked the coral pillow letter?
5. at heron lodge
Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhihuan
mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river.
but you widen your view three hundred miles, by going up one flight of stairs.
Translation: The sunset slowly sinks next to the western hills, and the surging Yellow River surges toward the East China Sea. If you want to see the scenery of thousands of miles, you must climb a higher tower.