_ _ _ _ Xu Hun "Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building Overlooking/West Gate" 2. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see how far your home is. _ _ _ _ Li Gou's Homesickness 3. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
_ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "Fortress" 4. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
_ _ _ _ Yang Wanli's Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple' 5. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Two Poems on Bamboo Branch" 6. At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Remembering Jiangnan Good 7. Win the day and find the waterfront, and there is no limit to the new scenery. _ _ _ _ Zhu's Spring Day 8. A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Ode to Mujiang 9. At dusk, Cangshan overlooking, cold white. _ _ _ _ Liu Changqing's Lord of Hibiscus Mountain in the Snow Room 10. Rizhao incense burner is full of purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of Sichuan.
_ _ _ _ Looking at Lushan Waterfall by Li Bai 1 1. Watch the water flow east and the sun set. _ _ _ _ Qian Fu's Song of Tomorrow 12. At noon that day, sweat dripped into the soil.
_ _ _ _ Li Shen's Two Antiques/Two Farmers 13. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. _ _ _ _ Wang Zhihuan is at Heron Villa 14. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's seeing friends off 15. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. _ _ _ _ Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower/Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower 16. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, snow and goose feathers are flying in the north wind.
_ _ _ _ Gao Shi's Two Biedongda Poems 17. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. _ _ _ _ Wang Wan's Next Berth on the North Fort Mountain 18. I often think of the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know where to go when I am drunk.
_ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's Dream, Always Remember the Sunset in Xiting 19. A long cloud pool has a long shadow, and things change for a few years. _ _ _ _ Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting 20. The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw is light smoke, and the shadow flies a little.
_ _ _ _ Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn" above, for reference.
2. Does the sun have a poem or picture title: The sun shines on good people and bad people.
When I face this barren Gobi,
I forgot myself.
Although I have been waiting for it for a long time.
But I'm still surprised to see you
How excited, how sigh.
Become more and more meaningless in life.
So I began to trust you.
As mysterious as our ancestors ~
When I face this barren Gobi,
I looked up and saw you.
Your peace passes through my wandering heart
Melted the eternal loneliness
Your existence is not just a myth.
People's legends have been circulated for centuries.
Look, the sandbar is long and green.
You see a man grow old and die.
Sun, where are you?
Sun, where are you?
Sun, where are you?
Sun, where are you? .
When I face this barren Gobi,
I feel my heart is expanding.
Tell me where we come from.
Who are we and what do we do?
Tell me why you are busy.
But I don't know where to go.
Look at the blue sky. You are the only one who owns it.
Tell me if there really is a God.
When the fiery red flame devours the earth
Life rushed out of the body.
The chest of empty soup is full of your flame.
The flowing magma conquered.
Don't try to put darkness in front of me
The sun grows in my heart.
No longer afraid of ending.
Pentium's soul flies to the sky
Sun, I'm here
Sun, I'm here
Sun, I'm here
Sun, I'm here
Sun, I'm here
Sun, I'm here. . ..
The sun and stars are shining brightly.
It symbolizes the eternity of our friendship.
The vast starry sky is dazzling.
Shine forever.
(Music)
Quietly entrust your heart to the sun and stars.
Guide you to find a new direction alone in the dark.
Shine the glory of life, free people come and go.
Break through the dreamless dawn and wait for the sunny day to reappear.
When I woke up, I slept with my fans, but I forgot to go home and be alone at night.
Looking for a distant and ancient legend, dreaming of fugue.
Day and night travel, and time flies like water.
A thousand years will not change, and friendship will always remain in my heart.
Shine on the world from generation to generation
3. Complete poems about the sun. The clouds began to sink into the pavilion, and rain was coming.
-Xu Hun's "Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building Night View/West Gate" People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home far away. -Li Gou's "Homesickness" is full of flowers and cigarettes, and the moon is very white, which makes people sad and sleepless.
-Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc II" The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei's "Chuangguan Fortress" East sunrise and west rain, the road is sunny but the sun is shining.
-Liu Yuxi's "Two Poems on Bamboo Branches, the First Part" wins the sky and finds the waterfront, and the scenery is boundless. -Zhu's "Spring Day" is red at sunrise, and the river is blue in spring.
-Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan" looks at the water flowing east and watching the sunset. -Qian Fu's "Song of Tomorrow" Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs thousands of rivers.
-Li Bai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Cangshan is far away and cold and poor. -Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow" hoes at noon, and sweat drips down the soil.
-Li Shen's "Two Ancient Styles/Two Peasants" is full of sunset, half river rustling and half river red. -Bai Juyi's Ode to Mujiang ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
-Wang Wan's "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain" often reminds me of the sunset in the Xiting, and I don't know where to go. -Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream, Always Remember the Sunset in Xiting" But I looked at home and the twilight faded? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
—— Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao/Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower, the mountains cover the daytime, and the ocean drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Villa.
People often say poems describing the ups and downs of the sun, the scenery is old and familiar, and the summer trees are sunny and pleasant: (Yat Sen Qing))
Early summer is still peaceful, and wild Tian He rice is half withered and half burnt. The lotus leaf in the sky is infinitely bright: On a dark day in March
The sun is like fire, and sweat drips down the soil.
The sun will not disappear at noon, and all countries are like in a red stove.
When is the afternoon for weeding?
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.
Night has now given way to the ocean of the sun, Western jackdaw in the west, an old tree and light smoke. A small flying shadow. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")
Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")
The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")
Even the rain doesn't know if spring will go, Tian He is half burnt, and the incense burner in Rizhao gives birth to purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan.
The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.
Chai Lu by Wang Wei
The incense burner in the sunshine emits purple smoke. Flying thousands of feet high, everything in Changxiajiang Village was quiet, and the old year melted into the fresh air. However, I think I heard a voice and walked up a flight of stairs.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Looking at the sun, despite all his glory, the Tao is sunny and sunny (Tang Liu Yuxi)
You don't have to worry about the sunset when you are far away. At sunrise, the river fires, and the scenery is different from that at four o'clock, so it is buried by the coming night.
Sunset in a lonely village.
Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.
The mountains covered the white sun. Can you remember Jiangnan: "Cut the Wheat")
A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is clear. (Li Shangyin, the grass has not stopped on the next floor (Don Wang Zhihuan)
The sunrise in the east and the rain in the west, the ocean drains the golden river, who asks the east?
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.
Travel around the five lakes at sunset.
Jiangnan is good. Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan from a distance, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days, and it feels clear before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda, smoke and waves are everywhere, and a fire umbrella is mentioned in the same breath.
The sunset spreads in the water, and the river is as green as the blue of spring. Dare to eat if you can't sit still, and then look at the wine (Don Wei Zhuang)
A thousand miles away, the lonely city is closed (Song Fan Zhongyan)
People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and heaven remains our neighbourhood (Song Ligou)
Make it at sunrise, the river is better than fire.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen (Don Wang Wei)
The mountains cover the day, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun differently: "Jiangcun")
Why don't you like wheatgrass? And the ocean drained the golden river: "happy sunshine")
Qingjiang, but you have broadened your horizons by 300 miles. Sunlight, into the Woods; But you expand your vision by three hundred miles and see Heqing (Ming Gu Yanwu) at the end of the old year.
Mangroves in Qianshan Mountain and Mountains and Clouds?
Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan
After all, in the West Lake in mid-June, the river is as green as spring water (Tang Juyi)
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi, shine back on me from the moss, half river rustling and half river red.
Wan Li's works are like refutation. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")
Farmer Fang Xia Yun. (Du Fu. (Qin Guan.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Gao Shi's Don't Move Big
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, with 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.
The sun burns like fire.
The poem that often describes the sun is that the sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.
The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered. The lonely village is in the setting sun, and the old tree is 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. The sun is like fire, and the wild rice in Tian He is half withered.
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. 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. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen (Tang). The mountains cover the daytime, and the sea exhausts the golden river, which broadens the field of vision for 300 miles, and goes up to the next floor (the ring of the king's hall). It is sunny in the east and rainy in the west. It's sunny on the road (Tang Yuxi). You don't have to worry about the sunset when you are far away. At the end of the year, you look at Heqing (Ming Dynasty), the mangroves and mountains and clouds in Qianshan, and then you look at wine (Tang (Bai Juyi: Watching Wheat Harvest), living in the city, and it is still clear in spring and summer.
(Li Shangyin: (Yixian)) The first summer was still peaceful, and the grass did not rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea) The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the porch is cool.
(Du Fu: Summer Night Sigh) Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: It's hot) Everyone is bitter and hot. I like long summer days.
(Li Ang: Xia Lian) Remnant clouds reap the summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sends Huayin Wang Shaofu back to the county") Even if it rains, I don't know if I will go in spring, but it will clear up before I feel deep in summer.
(Fan Chengda: Happy Sunny Day) The Qingjiang River surrounds the village, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: Jiangcun) Why do you hate that Fang Fei is gone? Xia Muyang is cute.
(Qin Guan: "March is dark, the sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He rice is half burnt." . Wanli dry Kun, such as retort, fire umbrella round that day.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. The sun will not disappear at noon, and all countries are like in a red stove.
It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Jiangnan is good 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? Bai Juyi's Memories of Jiangnan After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of June 4th. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Yang Wanli's Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang, the mountain covered the day, and the ocean drained the golden river; By going up one flight of stairs saw Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Tower" thousands of miles away. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the north wind blew geese and snow.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? In Gao Shi's Don't Move Big, there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Wang Wei's "Chai Lu" Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs over thousands of rivers.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. Li Bai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" hoes at noon, and sweat drips down the soil.
Who knows every grain of Chinese food is hard! Li Shen's "Benevolence for Farmers" has a twilight shadow in my heart, and I have caught up with him in the grave of Leyou; Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. Li Shangyin's "Happy Garden Scenery" is far away in Hanshan, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Du Mu's mountain road.
6. There are the sun and geese in the photo, and there are poems about the moon and geese in the photo.
Year: Tang Author: Du Mu School: Seven Laws
Wan Li bid farewell to his hometown, while snow and rain stayed in Xiaoxiang.
A few lonely pillows are weeping, and several tall buildings are heartbroken.
I live in seclusion, and I move on when the breeze comes.
Hard to come to Heng Yue every year, wings destroyed the frost.
Who will send your message through the clouds?
The word goose returns, and the west building will be full tomorrow.
-Li Qingzhao (a prune)
Border songs
Tanglulun
In the faint moonlight, geese fly high,
The Tatar chiefs are fleeing from the darkness.
We chased them, with light horses,
Our bows and swords are covered with snow.
7. Pictures and poems about the stars "Variations on the Stars" Author: Rivers If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs stars, who will stare at the night to find distant comfort, who doesn't want to be a poem every day, every word is a star, like a bee, who doesn't want to, and there are soft nights like a lake, fireflies and stars swimming in water lilies, who doesn't like spring. Birds fall all over the branches like stars, and the twinkling sound of the sky comes from a distance. The clouds of white lilacs are hazy. If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs stars, who will burn loneliness in the cold and look for stars and hope? Who wants to write poems about suffering year after year? Every capital is a group of stars trembling like ice and snow. Looking around, the night is as stiff as a piece of land, and the wind blows off one thin star after another. Who doesn't like flying flags, like golden stars that spit out fire. When the stars in the sky are tired, they get up and light up where the sun can't shine.