Pinyin x and yáng xáng xáXià
Interpretation refers to the scene at sunset in the evening. It also means death or the decline of things.
From Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha" Qiu Si: "When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world."
2. Xia Guangwan Road
Pinyin Xiáguāng wán dào nào
Explain and describe the beautiful scenes of sunlight scattering at sunrise and sunset. It also describes a glittering treasure.
From the thirty-first chapter of Qing Wenkang's Biography of Heroes of Children: "But I saw something reflecting the sunlight, shining all over the sky, and flying towards his arms from the door."
3. Sunset in Western Hills
Pinyin rü lu Ⅱ x and sh ā n
It means the sun is going down. Metaphor means that people will die of old age or things will be close to decline.
From Tang Shu Yue Ji: "Birds fly at night"; What Shen Youzhi did in five years. Before you are defeated; Thinking about returning to Beijing; Therefore, the song says,' The western hills are still coming after sunset.' "
4. Afterglow of sunset
Pinyin Lurì yì ì ì
Explain that sunset refers to "sunset" or "afterglow" Afterglow means "sunshine in the evening". The afterglow of the setting sun is the sunset glow when the sun has just set.
I would like to hold the afterglow of the sunset and pick it by you. I would like to keep this moment forever and let love come in vain. I would like to become a beautiful little flower, which will bloom forever in the time when your eyes are watching, and fragrance in the place where your footprints have stepped.
5. The sun is like blood.
Pinyin cán yang rúXuè
Explain that when the sun goes down, the sunset glow is like bright red blood.
Twilight is boundless, the sunset is like blood, and the Yellow River is like a sunset in Phnom Penh. At this time, it is complete and radiant, and the eye mask is like a dream, so it is not true. Finally, a ray of sunset hit the ground, blended with the yellow desert, shining with golden light, devouring the sky and the sun.
2. The more words and sentences (at least 3) describing the beautiful sunset, the better ~ ~ ~ The sunset is magnificent and the streets are bustling, and no one pays attention to this beautiful scenery.
Look, the clouds on the edge of the sunset seem to be rewarded by the sunset and become extremely happy. Sometimes they sit together and pour out their worries. Sometimes I tango at sunset; More narcissistic, far away from others, self-appreciating ... I can see that they are in a good mood and their faces are red and golden. As the sun sets, the river is stained with faint rouge.
-Yu Pingbo's "The Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Water Lights" Every dusk, there are thick heavy clouds in the sky, and the sunset can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap, just like a fish swimming in the rough sea, occasionally rolling golden scales. -Huo Yan's Fourteen Records of Lushan Mountain The sun near the horizon is like a fireball that is about to go out.
-(America) Jack London's "Love Life" The sun at night passes through the peak and is reflected in the water, as if it were covered with rust! -(Su) Miss Moore Dauvia by Gorky Sunset and Loneliness, the sky is high and the sunset is infinite in autumn water, and the desert buried in the coming night is lonely and the long river is still there. Write a few points in the sunset: The poem "Quarrying for the Night" by a poet in the Ming Dynasty: "The sunset is far away in the clouds, and there is a road in Huaidian River Township. The sand shadow is clear, the waves are white and the sunset is swaying.
Before the wind, the heron throws the reed, and the people on the shore look at the short tent. Fortunately, there is a crescent moon welcoming guests, and it is even harder to sigh at dusk. "
Zhenwu, a famous painter in the Yuan Dynasty, wrote the poem "Fairy Sound of Spring Mountain in Zi Jiu": "The mountain house is full of hibiscus flowers, and a stream is full of songs and waves. Where have all the tourists on the other side gone? A few chickens and dogs sunset red. "
Su Qi's "Wumen" (eight of eleven): "A thousand trees hang down the sun as a good wind, and the west is the east of paddy field. Modao Peach Blossom is alone, and the sunset outside Dianshan Lake is red. "
Yang Ba's seven sentences "Check the Garden": "The flowers are all empty, and the cobwebs in the pavilion are half knotted. Only the green cicada still holds the tree and enjoys the sunset. "
Zhao Yi's five rhymes "Taihu Lake Returning Late": "The lake is clear and the boat is like a mirror. Sky blue with autumn water, summer with sunset red.
The heron is full of feathers to comb the snow, and the cow returns to the tail and falls into the wind. Reed smells drum wood, fisherman sings in the evening. "
Twilight is hazy, the setting sun is like blood, and the Yellow River is like a sunset glow in Phnom Penh. At this time, it is round and radiant, and the eye mask is like a dream, so it is not true. Finally, a ray of sunset hit the ground, blended with the yellow desert, shining with golden light, devouring the sky and the sun.
The sun shone obliquely from the western hills, and everything on the ground was covered with a fuzzy rose color. At this time, the face of the sun is bright red, and its light seems to be swept away by someone. It is no longer dazzling, but very soft and bright.
It slowly retreated to the west, as gentle and quiet as a beautiful girl. I stood at the window and stared at the flawless white clouds, perhaps against the blue sky. She looks uniquely pure and noble, just like a lady walking in the sky. Suddenly, she blushed and became so shy and charming.
Who disturbed her? Looking back, I saw a red sun slowly sliding down and dyed the western sky red. Oh, it's sunset.
Look, the clouds on the edge of the sunset seem to be rewarded by the sunset and become extremely happy. Sometimes they sit together and pour out their worries. Sometimes I tango at sunset; More narcissistic, far away from others, self-appreciating ... I can see that they are all in a good mood, and their faces are all red and golden. Sunset may inspire and be more energetic.
Everything around him has become infinite charm. Rows of yellow roofs turned golden yellow, and the light reflected from the windows of every household gathered together, sprinkling a special layer of light on the community, as if bringing people into a fairyland; The forest in the community seems to be covered with a layer of light oil, which is more attractive green.
Along the small river flowing at the end of the community, there was a different feeling at this time, quiet and warm ... Gradually, the sunset converged his last light, and before he could say goodbye, he hung his head, closed his eyes and quietly fell asleep. Look at the original group of followers, but also timely convergence of interest, into a dark cloud, waiting for the sunset to come again, the new moon has given birth to birds, and the sunset is even lower.
(Zhang Songlei's "And Zhou Bangyan") No one lies on the back of an ox at sunset, bringing back western Western jackdaw in pairs. (Song Shunmin's "Village Residence") The old cow plows the land with rough debts, and the grass bites the slope and lies in the sunset.
(Song Kong Zhong Ping's "Sleeping Book") Outside the sunset, the western Western jackdaw counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. (Guan "Man") Birds are singing in the valley trees, and the mountains are shadowing the twilight village.
(Zi Kai's Hu Shan Jutu) In the shop after the rain, the mangroves in the distant village fell in the sunset. (Green Tea Shen Xing's "Chi He Tie") A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset.
(Qing Duanmu Guohu's "Sailing in Shawan") The waterfall drags thousands of rains, and the sunset puts a peak first. (Lin Qingzexu's "Eyes") Success or failure turns empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.
(Shen Linjiang Xian) The mountains reflect the water in the sunset, the grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sunset. (Song Fan Zhongyan, "Su Curtain Covering") The sound of the mountains is exhausted, and the peaks are speechless. (Wang Song Yucheng's "Country Trip") There is no hate in the sunset, and the talented people and beautiful women are empty and sad.
(Song Chaobuzhi's "Partridge Sky") It rains only when the sky is faint and red, and several soft willows are mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.
(Qing Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha").
3. Good words to describe "sunset" scenery The idioms to describe "sunset" scenery are: sunset, sunset glow, long calendar, rising sun and twilight.
1. The sun went down.
Refers to the scene at sunset in the evening. It also means death or the decline of things.
2. The sun has set
Thin: close. The sun is going down. Metaphor is that people are aging or things are decaying and dying.
3. The calendar is very long [jiǔ]
It took a long time.
4. the rising sun rises
Sunrise: The rising sun in Ran Ran. The sun rises in the east in the morning. Describe the vibrant weather. It also means that the hard years have passed and the beautiful days have just arrived.
5.twilight
I still say the sunset is still bright. Metaphor is old and weak, on the verge of death.
4. Poems describing the beauty of the sunset glow are heavier than the world, and the sunset glow is different.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
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. _ _ _ "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 desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. The road to success (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
Take a good look at 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
Sunset is on the curtain hook, and spring is quiet by the stream. Fang Fei is near the shore garden, firewood is leaning against the beach boat, birds are fighting for branches, and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you muddy 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.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
The green hills are still there, and the setting sun is a few degrees red.
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.
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
There are many weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
Yamagata Xiaomei
Songlinbu
The fragrant people all shook off their brilliance and occupied the small garden with a variety of customs.
The shadows are shallow and the dusk is fragrant.
The frost bird wants to steal its eyes before going down, but the pink butterfly knows how to break its soul.
Fortunately, there is a rhyme, and there is no need for sandalwood boards and golden jars.
Love in autumn night
Song Zhu Shu Zhen
The slender crescent moon hangs at dusk, and people are dying in the secluded boudoir.
The stationery was taken apart and changed, but the cup was lifted again.
Snuff's heart is burning, and his sleeves are long enough to cover his tears.
Regret is more than romantic feelings, and love is the root of trouble.
Huanxisha
Song Qingzhao
The spring is chilly, the jade stove sinks and the smoke lingers, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Haiyan will mow the grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has covered the catkin cotton. At dusk, the rain wet the swing.
Slow voice
Song Qingzhao
Looking around, cold and desolate. It is the hardest to stop when it is warm and cold at first. Three glasses and two glasses of wine are better than his coming late and in a hurry! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Zui Hua Yin
Song Qingzhao
The fog is thick, the clouds are sad forever, the spirit is refreshing, and the golden beast disappears.
After dusk, the wine in Dongli Bar has a faint fragrance and sleeves. You can't forget it. The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Ruan Langgui
Song sushi
Hazy fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon. There is a tree in front of the hall. Why does the east wind enter the west neighbor? Children often close the door.
The snow is cold and jade is true, and the cheeks are not evenly powdered. Fold flowers and send them to Lingtou people.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Song sushi
Ice muscles are naturally thin. After that, the long curtain looks at dusk. At dusk, it becomes charming.
You also know the bitterness of lovesickness. How can you have the heart to throw away your slave? I don't care about going all the way through this mountain. I'm afraid it's easy to be apart from you, but it's hard to see you.
well
Qingnalanxingde
In the courtyard of slender moon dusk, secret language teaches you to get drunk. Do you know that?/You know what?
Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.
5. Poems or words describing Jiangnan scenery are good in Jiangnan. Tang Bai Juyi is good in Jiangnan, and the scenery is old; 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? Memories of Huang Fusong, Jiangnan Tang Dynasty, dark red bananas on the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.
Recall Liu Yuxi's spring outing in Tang Jiangnan! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Su Dongpo's spring scenery is not old, and the weather is beautiful. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.
Liu Song Chen Weng, Qi Mei, Xia Zi Chua. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you.
People sing their own songs. A chrysanthemum under the hedge is drunk.
Flowing water asks you for thirty hooves, and autumn wind remembers my poem. Save the evening fragrance.
Seven days later, Dong Hui was before reclamation. In February, the remaining years ended at thirteen thousand.
This will be a feast. Sing about snow, except snow.
Look at the longevity department falling down again and again, and there is no straight orange millet in front of you. Sing magpie fairy.
Jiangnan is good/recalling the water of Song Zhao Shixia in Jiangnan, which is far beyond the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight.
The moon reflects the water in the sky. People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to be complete.
When the scenery is good, the heart beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Don't talk to laity.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Zhu Dunru has been burning for a long time, invading the bed at the first night. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool.
The pillow is a fairyland. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Song Zhou Bangyan wandered around the embankment alone.
The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud.
Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler.
There is sadness everywhere. Looking back on Tang Wen Ting Yun in Jiangnan, I must hate him. I hate him very much.
I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting. After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.
After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken! Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Dai Fugu said some unfinished words, which are beneficial to the continuation of the four famous songs, and Bo Gu is interlinked with today. Three rooms in Wu Jie contain thousands of books, and every word is precious.
There are bosom friends in the world. Outside, the lake is close at hand.
Wanliu walked happily, and Baihuazhou sang drunk. Live up to your life.
Liu Song and Zhang Xian in the south of the Yangtze River are far away from the dike, and the waves are light and dusty. Today, the ancient willow bridge has seen many farewells, and it is sad to see people leave, let alone care for themselves. After slanting, the new moon rises to the west.
I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Liyu dreams far away and the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous.
The strings on the boat are on the river, and the city is light and dusty. Kill the flower watcher! Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn.
Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.
Looking at Jiangnan/recalling Jiangnan Wang Songqi and Jiang Nanan, the cloud tree is half clear and half cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets.
North and South are separated. Create or destroy something, and it will last forever.
Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. This passenger should not board the plane.
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears.
Fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible.
Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?
Jiangnan water, river road turns to flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, plain training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers.
Give you the stars. Fame and fortune, drifting home.
Fishermen sing far ahead of Mount Cisse, and geese fly obliquely on Dongting waves. Travel around the world.
Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty.
I am arrogant in the west. Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang.
Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.
Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep.
When does this round end? The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn.
Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.
Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township.
Bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red.
On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.
Jiangnan snow, light elements cut clouds. Qiongshu was surprised in early spring, and the plum blossoms were slightly cold and fragrant.
Lengying is very happy. Toad is like jade, and it is worth watching on a clear night.
Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, while Ziyou's poems are full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.
Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faint willow shore, red fragrance embellish plum days.
It is raining. Grow in front of Chu Feng sooner or later.
On a cold night, I am worried about gold, and at dusk, Jiang Shen Guan Mulan boat. Smoke and waves are connected far away.
Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Deep path wants to stay in a double phoenix lodge, and * * * reflects Mo Mo.
The wind and the moon are falling. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other.
Tears are empty, and the sheep cart was once brought by Cui Zhilai. Don't cut the dragon flute easily
The son of the fisherman, Tang Zhanghe Zhi, egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Dream of Jiangnan Qingqu Dajun sad leaves, leaves do not return. Even if the trees are full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches.
And the water is late. Song Yang Wanli, who stayed in the new city, spent most of his spring time on willow branches, picking long strips and inserting them in restaurants.
Seeing the cold food of the screenwriter, the songs and dances in the village are more romantic. The smoke from the furnace in Huangsong Pavilion of Tijuehai Temple is gloomy and watery, and the firewood around the Zen bed and bamboo around the stream.
In his spare time, Qiu Chan thinks of high willows, and the sunset is under the bamboo shade. Song Queqiao Fairy, yesterday moored the boat, the dangerous pavilion roared alone, and the clouds opened thousands of miles.
The torrential rain in front of the mountain overflowed the stream and washed away the heat of the world. Twilight crow, falling into the sky, is autumn.
Being a fool can't celebrate the new cool, and the west wind rises again. Sweet cake bait, fresh melons and fruits, begging for thousands of families.
At the end of the day, there was a plane crash and there was not much contact. Stupid and delusional, watching the night in Han Yin, waiting for Yunfei.
Who knows that Niu Girl is old enough to have fun? Manjianghong-Hexing Job Building rhymes with his friends, the sky is thin and cold, and the country is full of frost leaves.
Wan Li's west wind is full of geese, and there are a few mournful pharynx. You can hear Huai Tian's voice, but who can tell you what you hate?
Lean on dry, old tears fall, flat. With a dagger, waist length.
Yesterday's ambition, today's fahua. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide.
If you want to chop, rat, live and bury nine fields, poor black rabbit will do the same. Envy canals, brush cliffs, and don't write articles.
On the first day of February, I watched the lights day and night. Occasionally, the streets of Chen Qingzhi are full of ladies and gentlemen, and the lights are shining brightly. It's spring in Xiaoguan, and I still doubt it's Lantern Festival tonight.
Walking in the pool of Ten Scenes is like a field with barriers. The name of Ten Scenes has not been complete for a long time. Only cauliflower and autumn crops are good, and Huang Yun gold is like that year.
Shaocun Night Park in Luweidang, Xiang Ying City, Tan Ming.
6. Words from friends who describe the evening scenery:
As the sun sets, the river is stained with faint rouge. -Yu Pingbo's "Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddle Lights"
At dusk, there are thick and heavy clouds in the sky, and the sunset can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap, just like a fish rolling golden scales occasionally in the rough sea. -Huo Yan's Fourteen Records of Lushan Mountain
The sun near the horizon is like a fireball about to go out. -(America) Love Life by Jack London
The sunshine at night, through the peak, reflected on the water, as if the water had a layer of rust! —— (Su)
Gorky's Moore Dauvia girl
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Original issuer: Tian Bibo 969
As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, people walk in the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows the fragrance of flowers and trees, which makes people relaxed and happy, and makes people see the sun and shine. A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and large white clouds floated in the blue sky. They are flaming purples in the sunset. If you look carefully, you will see clouds flying in the air, just like in a veiled dream, which will keep you away from troubles. The fish in the pond return to the deep, and the smoke from the kitchen calls for the children to go hand in hand. The light sound of the sunset kissing the earth separates the day from the night. In this way, the tired birds thrown into the forest, like the poet's burning poems, came back with the warm blood of the sunset ... A refreshing night wind came to my face, as if all the troubles and fatigue were ignored, and every nervous nerve in my body was gradually relieved; On the river wrinkled by the wind, there are layers of ripples, reflecting the deep red light, like a river of red agate, shining brightly; The small bamboo forest in the distance glows with green light, the bamboo leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, and the wind blows the rustling sound of leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky is chasing, teasing and tearing at the clouds. Looking down, a small river-Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the glow of sunset glow add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful image of bamboo and the magnificent glow of sunset glow make Xiaobeijiang more cordial in people's hearts; Several small fishing boats came home and drew sparkling water lines on the river. Sometimes birds fly in mid-air, and sometimes I can hear the crisp and melodious chirping of magpies. At this time, I just woke up from the dusk dream. The sun went down and the burning sunset gradually dimmed. In a blink of an eye, the last sunset glow of the western sky has melted into the twilight, the sky is getting darker and the surrounding mountains show an indigo outline.