Poetry about lovers watching the sunset together 1. Poems about lovers in the sunset
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
Leaving a thin coat alone is like a golden cicada, and a kind woman has no place to live.
It is not as good as a gentleman to show on the shell, which will make you sad and wet your sleeves.
I occasionally meet them on the road by the river, but it's no use not seeing the Iraqis.
Sunset is better in autumn, Cailan.
The setting sun is dark and clear, and the mountains are green and the water is light.
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
The sunset smoked the grass and the river reflected the curtain.
Worried about the guests on board, when the sunset is over.
The east wind is gradually rushing, and the setting sun is slanting, and a tree is in bloom for several days.
Pick mulberry spring and walk in the sunset.
Fine grass in Changting worries about spring waves, and cold flowers in ancient times lean on sunset clouds.
Ling sang at night, and the wind and smoke filled the sunset glow.
Mangrove cicadas are full of sunset, and bald heads send each other twice, hurting each other.
2. What are the poems about sunset and love?
1, call downstairs at sunset, holding incense burner.
Who calls downstairs in the sunset when the flowers fall? Qing: Nalan Xingde
Who calls down the stairs in the sunset, holding a censer. Looking back, I stood in front of laughter, always speechless and reluctant to part.
There is no evidence in the notebook, don't say lovesickness. I advised Yihong Window to get drunk, but it was too late.
Explanation:
Who called her upstairs at sunset? She stood in front of the steps and looked back, holding a handful of vanilla in her tender hand. But she stopped laughing. Although she didn't say anything, she was still beautiful. If the agreement in the letter fails to arrive as scheduled, don't say anything about lovesickness. I advise you to indulge in small windows, but now is not the time to meet each other.
Autumn grass grows older on strangers, and the sunset falls in the building every day.
Partridge drunk shooting spring shirt cherishing the old sweet song: Yan.
Borrowing a spring shirt makes me feel a little tipsy, thinking back, and the spring fragrance is old. The separation and hatred of heaven tormented my sparse distribution. On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset.
The top of a building; Deng Wang Lou; Far away, boundless water. Where are the people who want to get back on the road? Acacia words are not censored, so why bother to write them on letters? It takes a thousand lines of tears.
Explanation:
Drunk patted the spring shirt and remembered the fragrance on the old spring shirt. Heaven will spare sorrow and not hate, and torture me, a madman. Autumn grass grows older on the road, and sunset enters the building every day. Look up at the building; The top of a building; Deng Wang Lou; Far away, boundless water. Where is the way to recruit people? There is nothing to complain about the words of lovesickness, so why write them on stationery? It takes a thousand tears.
3. The sunset is speechless. In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken.
Touch the fish and ask how much silk the lotus root has. Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen
Ask lotus root how much silk it has, and lotus knows who it is suffering for. Two flowers are charming opposites, just children of the old family. It has been allowed. If you don't teach, you will live; if you teach, you will die. The sunset is speechless. In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken.
Sweet dreams. Fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum. The world is pitching today and tomorrow. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, so you wish you could bury the loess. Acacia, fleeting, was mistakenly by the west wind for no reason. Blue boat lives less. I'm afraid to mention wine again, and my red skirt is half hanging and I'm lying in the wind and rain.
Explanation:
Ask lotus root, how many whiskers are there? Who is Lianxin bitter for? Why do the flowers of the ice lotus look at each other tenderly? I'm afraid it's the embodiment of two young men and women who love each other in Daming House. God is unfair: why not teach the lovers to grow old together, but let them die in the pond where mandarin ducks live together; The sunset was silent.
It seems that the misty mountains and rivers that Xie Lingyun often goes to, and the Xiangjiang River and Chu River where Princess Xiaoxiang is double martyred, are not places where children are heartbroken. Two people who love each other could have lived happily in Ganoderma lucidum, Xiancao and auspicious morning dew and lived forever. Their feelings will last even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, but the bitterness of being forced to death cannot be buried by loess.
The locust tree transformed by the murdered Han Ping couple was destroyed by the autumn wind for no reason with the passage of time. These exquisite boats stopped for a while so that I could have another look. Ice lotus is afraid that when I come back with wine in the future, they will have fallen into red petals and scattered in the wind and rain.
4, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset.
Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone, cool and clear: Nalan Xingde
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
Explanation:
Who feels sad alone in the west wind and can't bear to look at the rustling yellow leaves and close the porch window? In the independent house, the setting sun shines obliquely, immersed in memories of the past. Take a nap after drinking, spring scenery is leisurely, gambling in the boudoir, and the skirt is full of tea. I once had a happy memory, which was only the most common at that time, but things are different now.
5. Looking at the sky and clouds at dusk, walking and thinking of you, sitting and thinking of you.
A plum, a rain, a pear, a deep door Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin.
The rain closed the pear blossom, leaving youth alone and empty. Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are charming, and the moon is charming.
Sorrow gathers eyebrows, and a thousand tears mark ten thousand tears marks. See the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. When I walk, I miss you; Even when I am sitting, I miss you.
Explanation:
Close the door and listen to the sound of the rain beating pear blossoms outside the window, which failed to live up to youth and wasted youth. Even if you have a cheerful mood, who can you share it with? Under the flower, I feel dejected, under the moon, I feel dejected. All day, I frowned like Dai Feng, leaving thousands of tears on my face. I watch the clouds from morning till night. I miss you when I walk and miss you when I sit!
3. What love poems describe the sunset?
Love poems describing sunsets are:
1. A bosom friend is too lazy to sing, and the curtain locks the sunset. -Tang Lizhong's "Reward Xiahou Scholar in Jishui County"
Meaning: My bosom friend didn't come. Occasionally, I opened the curtain and saw the sunset falling slowly outside the curtain.
2. Autumn grass in the city, sunset red in Wuqiu Bridge. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Door"
3. send a bird and complain about the sunset. -Tang Li Bai's Poetic Style of Chu Ci, A Generation of Feelings
Meaning: But you look at the birds in the distance and the sunset in the west, and you keep mourning.
4. Look at the autumn grass independently, and the savage plows the sunset. -Tang Chu-si zong's "Looking South"
Moral: A person looks at the weeds in autumn in the distance, while others are farming in the wild, accompanied by the sunset.
5. Mangrove cicadas are full of sunset, and their bald heads are hurt. -Tang Yuanzhen's "Send Lu Jian"
6. The east wind is steep and the sails are far away, and the fallen leaves are bright. -Don Lu Guimeng "Jingkou"
Moral: The spring breeze is slightly cold, the sunset hangs obliquely, the leaves fall, and a passenger ship is drifting away on the river.
7. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses, and the sun sets, where there are heartbroken people in the world. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
Moral: At dusk, a group of crows landed on the old vine and gave a piercing cry. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.
8. Before the flowers and under the moon, tears spilled cold food. Ask the sunset when you are drunk. No matter how old you are, it is easy to go to the Western Wall. -Han Wo's "Sunset"
9. In the misty autumn water, in the drizzling sunset. -Don Mutu's Autumn Sending Far Away
10. to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. -Don Li Shangyin's "Leyou Tombs"
The sun in the west is infinitely beautiful, but no matter how beautiful it is, it is close to dusk.
4. Poems about Sunset and Love
No matter how many years love has gone through, no matter how painful it is, no matter how vicissitudes it has and how many sunsets it has, we will show the beauty of love with our heart, just like a picture scroll, no matter how many faces are mottled in the depths of the years, it is still warm!
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We trudged through streams and dangerous beaches in those years. The deep love in those years, like a ray of sunshine, lit up our hearts. We cling to each other, walk through the darkness, greet the dawn and join hands with the sunset!
What is true love? The years that depend on each other until the old age are love, and the short years are also love. Just like love at first sight, but forced to break up, it is also true love. Love is like a poem, like a song, wandering in our hearts. We watch the spring flowers, the autumn moon and the four seasons with love and listen to the whispers of the years. The halo of the sunset lengthens our figure and the years of love. Life drifting with the flow, songs with love are singing in a low voice. ...
Love is like a poem, the setting sun is several degrees! Life is alternating, only the sunset, with a broad mind to witness those stormy days, but also to witness those days that were once dependent. Our eyes have the light of love and the melancholy of the sunset. Life is short, but we love eternity! Then, we should cherish that love time more.
Just like that year, my love. Since we met, words have been the link of our communication. However, those days separated by dangerous beaches and streams brought us into the deepest part of time. Finally, I look at you from time to time, watching how the same sunset falls to the other end of the mountain, watching how the stars are covered by smoke from the kitchen ...
Those regretless days are engraved with our most beautiful and true hearts. In my mind, I feel the warmth of the years. Sorrow and tears seem to have brought us into a bottomless abyss. However, after a few years, we will find that those pains and disappointments are just used by God to sharpen our minds. Otherwise, how can there be today's indifference and freedom, how can there be today's attachment to the years and poetic heart for love?
It's late autumn, and it's getting colder every day. I saw those floating dust, emitting strange brilliance in the sun and forming beautiful light lines. Fallen leaves gently fall under your feet, telling the loneliness of reincarnation. My heart is surprisingly calm. Life is lucky to see the four seasons of everything in the world and experience the ups and downs of everything. We will cherish this short life and short love more!
Sunset, eyes dripping on the water. Birds that come home late chirp at the sunset and then return to their nests. Couples talk and laugh hand in hand and look back at the sunset from time to time. Beyond the sunset, summer flowers have long been lazy, no matter love or hate, they have long been silent. Love that penetrates the years has long been in the heart since ancient times.
The love of years, how magnificent! You let us use our whole lives to honor the sincerity of our promises and also use our whole lives to understand. Then, you let the warmth of love slowly approach our hearts. In retrospect, it was all understanding and moving.
Love is like a poem, how many degrees is the sunset? How I want to feel the ups and downs of the years with love in my limited life; Go to see the long river sunset and the lonely smoke in the desert; To listen to the melodious and chanting love; To experience the happiness and pain of life! Then, use your whole life to interpret love!
5. sunset love poems
1, the thin shadow is shallow, and the dusk is fragrant.
The green hills are still there, and the setting sun is several degrees.
3. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
4. But I look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting thicker and the river waves are filled with sad mist.
5, helpless, I seem to know the return of Yan.
6. With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou.
7. The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
8, a setting sun in the water, half river rustling and half river red.
9, poor September third night, dew like a pearl like a bow.
10 My Fair Lady is a Gentleman.
No matter how many years love has gone through, no matter how painful it is, no matter how vicissitudes it has and how many sunsets it has, we will show the beauty of love with our heart, just like a picture scroll, no matter how many faces are mottled in the depths of the years, it is still warm!
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We trudged through streams and dangerous beaches in those years. The deep love in those years, like a ray of sunshine, lit up our hearts. We cling to each other, walk through the darkness, greet the dawn and join hands with the sunset!
What is true love? The years that depend on each other until the old age are love, and the short years are also love. Just like love at first sight, but forced to break up, it is also true love. Love is like a poem, like a song, wandering in our hearts. We watch the spring flowers, the autumn moon and the four seasons with love and listen to the whispers of the years. The halo of the sunset lengthens our figure and the years of love. Life drifting with the flow, songs with love are singing in a low voice. ...
Love is like a poem, the setting sun is several degrees! Life is alternating, only the sunset, with a broad mind to witness those stormy days, but also to witness those days that were once dependent. Our eyes have the light of love and the melancholy of the sunset. Life is short, but we love eternity! Then, we should cherish that love time more.
Just like that year, my love. Since we met, words have been the link of our communication. However, those days separated by dangerous beaches and streams brought us into the deepest part of time. Finally, I look at you from time to time to see how the same sunset falls on the other side of the mountain and how the starlight is covered by kitchen smoke. ...
Those regretless days are engraved with our most beautiful and true hearts. In my mind, I feel the warmth of the years. Sorrow and tears seem to have brought us into a bottomless abyss. However, after a few years, we will find that those pains and disappointments are just used by God to sharpen our minds. Otherwise, how can there be today's indifference and freedom, how can there be today's attachment to the years and poetic heart for love?
It's late autumn, and it's getting colder every day. I saw those floating dust, emitting strange brilliance in the sun and forming beautiful light lines. Fallen leaves gently fall under your feet, telling the loneliness of reincarnation. My heart is surprisingly calm. Life is lucky to see the four seasons of everything in the world and experience the ups and downs of everything. We will cherish this short life and short love more!
Sunset, eyes dripping on the water. Birds that come home late chirp at the sunset and then return to their nests. Couples talk and laugh hand in hand and look back at the sunset from time to time. Beyond the sunset, summer flowers have long been lazy, no matter love or hate, they have long been silent. Love that penetrates the years has long been in the heart since ancient times.
The love of years, how magnificent! You let us use our whole lives to honor the sincerity of our promises and also use our whole lives to understand. Then, you let the warmth of love slowly approach our hearts. In retrospect, it was all understanding and moving.
Love is like a poem, how many degrees is the sunset? How I want to feel the ups and downs of the years with love in my limited life; Go to see the long river sunset and the lonely smoke in the desert; To listen to the melodious and chanting love; To experience the happiness and pain of life! Then, use your whole life to interpret love!
I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia? -The article "Two Songs of Nan Gezi"
I don't know who to talk to about acacia. -Yan's Sauvignon Blanc.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.