The scenery of Qiu Lai.
Year: Song Author: Fan Zhongyan
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.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Climb to the top
Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
See a friend off
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Leyou tomb.
Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Year: Meta Author: Ma Zhiyuan
Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.
2. The Road to Dusk is a famous poem by Robert Frost, an American poet. There are two roads in the yellow forest, but unfortunately I can't set foot on them at the same time. I stood at that intersection for a long time. I looked at a road until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle. But I chose another road, which is lush and lonely and looks more attractive and beautiful. Although there were few footprints left by travelers on this small road, leaves were everywhere that morning, and neither road was polluted by footprints. Ah, leave a way, see you another day! But I know it's a long way to go, and I'm afraid I can't go back. Maybe somewhere after many years, I will look back with a sigh: two roads diverged in a forest-and I chose the less traveled one, which decided my life path. At dusk, the forest diverged into two roads, but I chose the other one. As for the end of the road, it is another matter. Maybe I will face it like you.
3. Hymns 1 in the evening, and "drunken shadows, mist, clouds, and sorrow forever" Time: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
2, "Huanxisha" Year: Song Author: Su Shi
Painting wheel by the Li Tao River. The partridge's voice is clear and respectful. Although the sunset is near dusk. The fragrance is in the clothes, the makeup is on the arms, and the water is even the grass and the moon. When will you go home?
3, "Drunken Flower Shade, Fog Thick Clouds, Worry Forever" Time: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
The fog is thick and the clouds are always sad. Renao Xiao Jin Animal Festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. After the east hedge handle is sprinkled at dusk, there are dark fragrant sleeves. Undead, the curtain rolls west wind, people are as thin as yellow flowers.
4. Year of "butterfly lovers's Return at dusk": Song Author:
I returned to Tai Su at dusk. The cool balcony is ethereal and does not smoke. This river divides into Xinghan Road. The fairy mansion is glittering with gold and silver. Dance with me when the shadows are clear. I just want to get together for a long time when I meet three people. This month, pavilions and pavilions have been antique. Where did you ask for the moon today in ancient times?
5, "Ghost of Ruan Lang" Year: Song Author: Yan
Powder marks print jade tips. Red crow in the evening. Old cold and new warm are still combined. Shu Mei is waiting for the increase of snow. In spring in Ran Ran, I hate tired and weary through illness. The platform faces the shutters. Personal whip shadow cool toad. The front edge of the building.
evening
[Interpretation] 1. The period from sunset to day is not completely dark 2. evening
Dusk, the artistic conception of dusk in ancient poetry: For thousands of years, people have remembered and described dusk, and integrated their own observation and understanding of nature, society and life into various scenes of dusk. Weeds, sunset, autumn wind, clear water, dangerous houses, frost and cold, returning birds, flute, funeral music ... The dusk image in junior high school textbooks has its own unique image group. They are full of some feelings of poets. However, these individual images do not exist in isolation, but are formed according to the needs of poets to express their emotions and feelings. To some extent, they enrich and deepen the aesthetic connotation of the dusk prototype, and show the unique artistic interest and infinite charm of the dusk image in China's classical poems.
4. From elementary school to junior high school, there are not many poems about sunset, including the following: "Fisherman's Passion: Different Scenes" Time: Song Author: Fan Zhongyan's scenery is different, Hengyang geese walk carelessly.
The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
"Let it go to the fortress" year: Tang Author: Wang Wei wants to ask the bicycle around him, which has belonged to this country for too long. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
"Send a friend" Time: Tang Author: Li Bai, there is a blue gable in the north and a white waterline in the east. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Leyou Tomb: Tang Author: Li Shangyin I walked through Leyou Tomb with the shadow of dusk. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
"Tianjingsha" Time: Yuan Author: Ma Zhiyuan withered vines old trees faint, bridges flowing people. The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.
5. Beautiful sentences describing dusk 1. Under the dusk, you are a nine-day spark that suddenly rises.
I want to walk a long way with you, from dawn to dusk. 3. I am listening to the dusk and watching the passing wind in the nearest dusk to you.
4. Twilight is dim, and the moonlight is over the clouds. I like the world and I like you. 5. The dust is flying in the sunset, and a soft and fuzzy halo emerges.
When the twilight is getting old, I am still watching you quietly in the sunset. 6. I slide down your twilight, just as I am tired of sliding down the slope, and the young night is like the wings on your roof platform.
7. Twilight is still coming, but I'm looking forward to going home. Probably recovered from a long illness and got a terminal illness.
You can be regarded as my love robbery. 8. I like the magnificent dusk. The setting sun is infinite, the mist sets, the sun breaks, and the evening wind rises slightly. You also smile gently.
9. The ancient city wall is touched with the tenderness of twilight, and you are still waiting at the old ferry. Under the oil-paper umbrella, there was a blue-gray sadness, and pedestrians passed by and got a look back.
10, I don't care, life is ordinary and hard. The days are small and repetitive, and I am not lonely.
Since I have your journey, I have no distractions, watching the sunrise with you and walking in the twilight.