A poem about the warmth of the sun 1. Sentences describing the warmth of the sun
1, the sunshine outside the window came in, and all this was plated with a layer of light gold.
The sunshine in spring is always pleasant, giving people a warm and fresh feeling.
3. Simple syllables. Not air. Not the color. Not the smell or cells in the blood. Not red, orange, yellow and purple sunlight. Not rolling mountains and sunken valleys. This is not a tight coat. Not hair and eyelashes. Not emotions. Feelings of regret. Helpless emotions. Sour and soft emotions surged up and drowned themselves.
4. May you be sunshine, bright and not sad.
5, the melody remains the same, and the feelings are gradually drifting away. Leaving only a wisp of sadness, floating in front of the past. Pieces of ridicule, pick up memories about you. So familiar in the dream, bow your head and back. Sunshine as always.
2. Sentences describing the warmth of the sun
Sentences describing sunshine and warmth
1. To the world, you are one person; But for someone, you are the world.
2. Golden sunshine is like wine. The leaves are getting darker and darker. In the afternoon, the warm sunshine leaked into my open space. Beech and Bodhi stood there, yellow and brown, like an invisible painter, turning them into torches when I slept, standing motionless in the still sunshine. Not a leaf is fluttering.
In the winter morning, the sun is shining and the earth is covered with a layer of brilliance. Very beautiful; Busy people enjoy the warm sunshine in the morning and feel how useful winter sunshine is to human beings. In winter, it is a "symbol of warmth" for human beings. You should enjoy the sunshine in winter quickly!
Let's put aside our distractions and stay away from the noise. In this warm sunshine, enjoy the peace given by nature alone.
Love is not seen with the eyes, but experienced with the heart, so Cupid's eyes are always blindfolded.
6. Sunshine gives people a warm feeling, and winter sunshine is no exception. Its first feeling is warmth. In the cold winter, the sun rises in the morning and shines golden light on the earth. Mother Earth woke up, and it was no longer so cold.
7. The sunshine in spring is particularly bright, and the girl in spring smiles. Sunlight and red beams come and touch you gently, like a young mother's hand. I really want to pick a spring sunshine as a bookmark. Then, the sunshine every day can be caught in the gap of the book, brilliant and incomparable. When you open the book, there will be warmth in your arms.
3. Sentences describing the warm sun
1, a ray of sunshine shines directly into my room, like a bunch of shining gold thread, which not only illuminates the room, but also illuminates my heart.
2, the sun has just risen, full of energy, red light overflowing, illuminating the whole world.
The sun in late autumn is covered with an orange lampshade, emitting soft light, which shines on the body and face.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.
A touch of purple from Zhao Hui appeared in the sky, like a red rose in full bloom.
6. Sunshine makes crops harvest, sunshine drives away darkness, sunshine makes our life bright, and sunshine revives everything. In short, the role of sunlight is countless.
7. Every corner of nature is a poem that is both true and illusory, and the sunshine in winter is the most beautiful poem.
8. On a sunny summer day, the air is filled with a lazy and serene atmosphere, and the sun makes me unable to open my eyes.
4. 10 poems describing the sun
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
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 Tian He is half burnt.
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 (Don Wang Wei)
High mountains hide the white sun, and the sea drains the golden rivers, but you can broaden your horizons by walking up a flight of stairs for 300 miles (Don Wang Zhihuan)
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny (Tang Yuxi)
Don't worry about the setting sun when you are far away, you can look at the river at the end of the year (Ming ancient Yanwu)
Qianshan Mangroves are full of mountains and clouds, and wine looks at the sun again (Tang 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)
When the sun rises, the river flowers will win the fire, and when the spring comes, the river will be blue (Tang Juyi)
You can choose the right one.
5. What poems describe sunny or warm days?
Early spring is the most important thing.
Tang Bai Juyi
Sleeping feet and eyes are heavy, and the head is light and awake.
Sunny front door, snow-covered half atrium.
Things change with the weather, and spring comes with the terrain.
Plum in the north eaves is white in the evening, and Liu Xianqing in the east coast.
Draw horns in the green ridge, and drop crane feathers in the pine nest.
Old poems are even more clumsy, and few people listen to them.
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Tang Bai Juyi
It is lovely to be bright and warm in the winter sunshine.
Move the sofa and sit facing the sun, but still take off your clothes.
Chun Xun Yang Hetao Chu Shi Bie Ye
Don Cen Can
When the wind is warm, orioles fly near the village.
Liu andao, Taogongmen, Ming County, Zihua Pan.
The medicine bowl shakes the mountain shadow, and the fishing rod bears the water mark.
What's the fuss about?
Curtain flower
Song Cao Xun
It's raining in Chu Qing, and the flowers are like brocade to welcome the sunshine, and the threshold is like embroidery. The morning light is slightly cold, and there are twelve pearls. Facing the morning sun, peaches and apricots are warm and transparent curtains are baked in spring. It seems to be a temporary separation, a fog of cigarettes, facing the fairy couple.
It's worth the delay And make an appointment to rest and find incense and open a Yao seat. I didn't intend to put a gold hook, but I was surrounded by red and covered by green. Life is beautiful and Kundian is happy, in order to write new sounds and spread new ideas. If you are late, you must roll it up and welcome guests.
Give the spring breeze a slight harmony.
Tang Chen Tongfang
Happy with the model, leisurely. Yang Sheng knows that it will be changed, and the law should be happy to return in the spring.
At the beginning of tearing down the red willow blue, Yingying was warm and ready to fly. Chuanyuan is full of colorful jade, and the pavilion is shining.
Fanyan shakes Dan Que, and Yang Fang becomes a powder-loving aunt. When it happens, there are points and it depends on luck.
Poems of three-day tour in Nanyuan
Tang baozhao
Picking apples and Kazuki Watanabe musicians, chasing festivals and clouds.
Teng Jue overflowed the forest and sparse, and Li Hinoyama smelled it.
The green pool is round and green, and the flowers are pinstriped.
The scenery is slanting, and the glory is gone.
North window even topic
Don
Magpies are happy in Xiaoqing, and bees are noisy during the day.
I am full of poetry, and I say a word every spring.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Song Qingzhao
The weather is warm, sunny and windy. Willow's eyebrows and cheeks all feel the heart of spring. Who dabbles in wine and poetry? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.
Try sewing a shirt with gold thread at first sight. The pillow on the mountain is inclined, and the pillow is damaged by the hairpin. There is no good dream when you are alone with deep sadness. Midnight is still cut off by snuff.
spiritual song
Song Hou Zhi
At night, the frost blows the curtain, and the clouds open tomorrow. Sweet and warm, curled and tender, cold in the morning and early. Orange green, orange yellow, red sleeves and green skirt, a smile. Mei Zheng, my sister, leaps and bounds, and looks for good makeup and xiaoxiang.
Do not cherish Fang's respect. There are a group of immortals who are drunk in Pengdao. Dong Chuang's handsome election, Nan Ying's reply, all of a sudden. The temples shake the spring scenery, the birthday book is full of brocade, and the children and grandchildren are surrounded. When I saw him, I went home and flew to Shixi to serve Ganquan.
New lotus leaf
Song Hou Zhi
The willows are fluttering and the wind pool is warm and new. Lei Yan smells of mud, and the spring outside Yulin Hall is deep. The weather is sunny and sunny, with flowers, bees and butterflies. Chun was drunk and there were cheers in the orchestral sound.
The situation is that in the Qing Dynasty, Jinyi returned to Taicheng. Old country, still affectionate to people. Have fun while you are free, and don't live up to it. It is difficult to stay in front of the court during the pilgrimage.
6. Poems about the Sun
Poetry about the sun
Ruan Ji's "Eighty-two Poems of Chanting Huai"
No.32
Asahi is no longer prosperous, and the western world is suddenly quiet.
Thirty-five
In the prime of life, light disappears at any time, and the morning dew brings the sun. I would like to hug him. I won't move the light during the day.
Song of wage earners
Every day is a bad day, and the moon rises in the deep pool. Yang essence is invisible, and Yin light is male.
Thirteen Huaihuai Poems
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Young Yo Rang, gentle and honest. Tomorrow will reflect the sky and be covered with dew.
Seventh.
Four episodes of morning clouds spread to the evening. Beautiful scenery, brilliant stars.
Ai Qing's poem: The Sun
From the ancient tomb
From the dark ages
From the other side of the stream of human death
Like a steam wheel spinning on a sand dune.
Sun, get out of here.
He used an indescribable light
Breathe life
Let tall trees and branches dance for him.
Let the river run towards him with crazy songs.
When he came,
I heard.
The pupae of the winter sting are spinning underground.
The crowd was talking loudly in the square.
This city is far away.
Summon him with steel and electricity
So, my heart.
Torn by the hand of fire
The stale soul was abandoned by the river.
I have a firm belief in human regeneration.
A trip to the sun and the moon, if any. -Cao Cao's View of the Sea (1)
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain, provided by Wang Wan (1)
I always remember the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know where to go when I am drunk. -Li Qingzhao's Dream (1)
There is a sad mist on the river waves, but I look home and the dusk is getting thicker. -Yellow Crane Tower under Cui Haobi (2)
Flying to Chihiro Tower on the mountain, I heard the cock crow and the sun rose. -Wang Anshi's Climbing the Flying Peak (3)
The vast desert is solitary smoke, the sunset on the yellow river is round. -Wang Wei's "Summit" (3)
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. -Liu Yuxi's Autumn Poems (3)
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, the sky is slanting, and the whip has pointed to the east, that is, the horizon. -Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Work" (5)
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. -Li Bai "difficult to walk" (5)
A thousand miles away, the lonely city is closed. -Fan Zhongyan's The Pride of the Fisherman (5)
These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! . -Wang Wei's Overlooking the Han River (6)
7. Sentences describing the warmth of the sun
The sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a melting pot of boiling molten steel, and generate shines with dazzling golden light.
In the morning, the sun is like a new wife who just went out, showing half her face shyly. The sun went down, and its exceptionally bright light came out from the treetops, dyeing white clouds and green hills red.
Slowly, the sun shone through the clouds, revealing a face that had already swelled red, like a shy little girl looking at the earth. Brilliant sunshine permeates through the gaps between leaves, through the fog in the morning, and continuously spreads all over the campus.
The sun is lower and red as blood. On the surface of the water, a striking broad light wave extends from the edge of the ocean to the side of the ship. The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the whole river turned purple, and the horizon seemed to light a fire.
In spring, the sunshine is warm, and a warm hand is extended, which makes people feel comfortable all over. The spring breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance all over the lake.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame when the oil boiled. I dare not look up at the sun, but I feel dazzling everywhere. The air, the roof and the ground are all white and bright, with a little red in white. From top to bottom, it looks like a huge fire mirror, each of which is the focus of the fire mirror, as if everything were going to burn.
It's late autumn, and the sun is lazily hanging in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face taking a nap. The sunshine in late autumn is like the orange lampshade on the quilt, which gives off soft light and shines on the body and face, which is warm.
As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden.
The sun in winter is as pale as the moon. The sun was entangled in thin clouds and gave off a faint dazzling white light.
The sun works hard all year round, and when it is busy in winter, it is already exhausted and can hardly release heat. Warm sunshine, through the dense leaves, fell and became golden dots.
The towering mountains in the distance, covered with golden coats in the sun, are particularly beautiful. Sunlight was filtered by layers of leaves and leaked to him, turning into a faint, round and gently swaying halo.
It was already eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunshine drew circles of gold and silver on the leaves. Sunlight shines on the white earth through weak clouds, reflecting silver light and dazzling.
The golden sunshine poured down and poured into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea surface somewhat colorful. When the bright red sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog spreads like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sun.
The sunlight penetrating through the clouds is like a golden thread, criss-crossing, splicing light gray and blue gray clouds into beautiful patterns. The sun has just risen to the top of the mountain, covered by the bright red morning glow, and the sun shines through the cracks in the clouds, like countless dragons spouting golden waterfalls.
Golden sunlight shone through the cracks and sprinkled on the grass growing on the brown land. The sky is as blue as washing, and the bright sunshine shoots down from the dense gaps of pine needles, forming a thick beam of light, which casts a veil-like mist on the tree-lined trees.
The smiling face of the sun is red, which makes the hazy campus suddenly enlightened. A purple glow appeared in the sky, like a red rose in full bloom.
The newly rising sun is full of energy and red light, illuminating the whole world. The fiery red rising sun has just penetrated the sea level, adding a touch of rose to the beautiful and quiet sea.
The morning light shines on the lake, and the breeze rises at the beginning, and the fine waves jump, stirring the lake to pieces of gold. Suddenly, a red sun rose head-on, emitting golden light, like golden stripes, driving away clouds.
A red sun jumped out of the sea, bright and dazzling, and the sea and air immediately filled with Hui Jin, and the sea changed from dark blue to blue. The golden morning sun gradually dyed the eastern sky red, and the peak of Huangshan Mountain was dyed deep red by brilliant clouds.
The morning glow faces the sun, revealing a red face. In an instant, ten thousand golden lights dyed the water surface with a layer of carmine through the treetops. Ran Ran, the morning sun rises to the sky like a flat round palace lantern. In a flash, it formed a round steam wheel, rising high, spraying thousands of golden fragments and covering everything in brilliant brilliance.
Chaoyang, as big as the wheel of an ox cart and as red as molten iron, sits on the ridge of the east, with a radiant light, lifting the veil-like mist with both hands. The hot sun scorched his black back, as if it were going to produce oil.
Wan Li is clear, Wan Li is cloudless, and the sun burns the noodles hot. The scorching sun dyed sorghum red, steamed maple leaves red and scorched the road beside the mountain.
The sunshine in midsummer is really like pepper water. There is not a shady place on the street. The majestic mountain peaks are covered with a layer of gold by the summer sunshine, which is even more steep and spectacular! Two beams of sunlight pass through the room, like two transparent gold belts, with a little dust shining inside.
The branches and leaves of tall poplars on both sides were painted with a layer of golden red by the sunset. The snow stopped, and the sunset gently pushed the clouds away, spitting out a touch of pink.
The afterglow of the sunset penetrated the clouds and sprinkled in the middle of the river, forming a glittering golden spot. Branches on the roadside cut through the sunset and scattered fragments of light on the gold-stained ground.
Half of the face of the sunset has sunk into the horizon, and the evening breeze blows gently. The setting sun came obliquely from the western hills, and everything on the ground was shrouded in a fuzzy rose color.
The rosy sunset glow dyed the river into magnificent golden waves, and several returning boats floated on the sea like shaking broken gold. At this time, the sunset has lifted the top of the mountain, and the western half of the sky is like a big fireball, burning with a touch of red sunset.
The brilliant and beautiful shadow of the setting sun falls on the river wrinkled by the evening breeze, scattering a large shiny and bright rose-red fine scale. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed red the white clouds wandering in the blue sky and set them with shiny lace. These white clouds soon turned into the sunset glow of roses.
The sun pecked through the eggshell of the night, poked its head out and looked shyly at the earth. At this time, far ahead, countless mountains and misty clouds suddenly appeared a piece of red mist.
Soon, a red ball floated from the ocean.