Poetry about the evening 1. Poetry describing the night
Half the river rustles and half the river is red.
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
Sang Yu, don't be late, because there are still clouds all over the sky.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave the sunset among the flowers.
When will the sunset come back? Helpless, let the flowers fall, Yan returns, deja vu.
Gu Teng old trees faint crow, small bridges flowing water, ancient roads and fine horses, the sun sets, heartbroken people all over the world.
The flat forest is vast and smoky, and the cold mountain area is compassionate.
Cool night, moonlight in bloom, I miss the shadow of Louyuyao store, and the sky shines on Qinhuai.
Zhu Lan alone at dusk, southwest crescent.
Attach two favorite songs.
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are in no mood, missing the place and the blue boat.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked up.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.
What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
This past year should be a good time and a good scene in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born on the sea.
I travel thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, but it can't be seen on the white sand.
There is no dust in the sky, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but the Yangtze River sends water.
The white clouds have gone, and the green maple is sad.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The jade curtain won't roll up, so brush it back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
The swan goose flies for a long time, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and spring had not come back.
In spring, the river flows away, and it falls on the moon and leans to the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
2. Poems describing dusk
1, like a dream, thin moon dusk courtyard, Qing dynasty: Nalanxingde thin moon dusk courtyard, shallow language teaching.
Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.
In the courtyard at dusk, the bright moon is in the sky, and their love stories are endless, and their drunkenness is decreasing. Now, future lovers have known each other for a long time. I wonder if that person's heart is true? Still pretending? Old grievances and new love, old feelings and new grievances are intertwined, unclear and confusing.
Who can see my sad thoughts, sleepless nights, red tears on my face and letters soaked in coral pillows? 2. Listening to Chengtoujiao at dusk in Qing Dynasty: Nalanxingde listened to Chengtoujiao at dusk and was in a bad mood.
The initial boiling of the medicine furnace is short and green, and there is no lingering fragrance and half a trace of annoyance. Affectionate since ancient times, the original disease, clear mirror cherish clear shadow.
With a flick of a finger, tears fell like silk, and the Central Committee and Dongfeng Hugh sent jade people to know. At dusk, I heard the sound of horns coming from the city head. I sat up reluctantly and was in a bad mood.
As soon as the medicine is boiled, the lamp and candle will emit a blue flame, and the burning incense will emit half a wisp of smoke, which will arouse infinite sadness. Affectionate people have been sick since ancient times. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard face.
Read one of your "words between your fingers" and tears will fall down at once. Please don't tell you that I miss you when I am sick. 3. Jiang Shenzi's twilight is still the rain in the Song Dynasty: Su Shigong's old preface says: Snow is pregnant with Zhu Kangshu, and I know I miss you, so I wrote Jiang Shenzi to send it.
It's still raining at night. Open the curtain at dawn to flatten the eaves.
The sky is low in the river, and there is nowhere to recognize the green curtain. Who will accompany me when I sit alone and sing frozen songs? Wipe away the sick eyes and twist off the beard.
Let your guests get drunk and tired. Crystal salt, sweet for whom? Holding plum blossoms, looking east at Tao Qian.
Snow is like an old friend and people are like snow. Although cute, some people think it is. Yesterday evening, it was raining in Mao Mao. I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, only to find that the heavy snow was almost flush with the eaves.
The river is wide and the sky is low, and the long white snow covers the wine flag of the riverside pub. I sat alone in the cold and recited poems. Who's with me? Wipe your dim eyes and stroke your aging beard. You may be enjoying a feast. Who is this crystal clear snow for? I looked east with plum blossom in my hand, thinking about Tao Qian.
Snow is like an old friend, and old friends are like snow. Although cute, I am afraid of being "suspected". 4. The courtyard of Butterfly Lovers is deep and deep. Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu's courtyard is deep and deep, willow smoke is piled up, and the curtain is not heavy.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers.
Luxurious chariots and horses are parked in the place where aristocratic childe plays. She went upstairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the way to Zhangtai. Spring is dusk, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how you hide the evening scenery, you can't keep spring.
I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit. 5, the birth of the scorpion Yuan Xi Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market lights like day.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. On the fifteenth day of the first month last year, the lights of the flower market were as bright as during the day.
The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I never saw my old friend last year again, and tears soaked her clothes unconsciously.
3. Poetry describing the night
Poetry 1: to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.
Li Shangyin's Leyou Tomb in Tang Dynasty: I walked through the Leyou Tomb with dim shadows. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Interpretation: I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
Poetry 2: Sunset on the screen window is fading, and no one in the golden house sees tears. Source: The full text of Liu's "Spring Complaint" in the Tang Dynasty: The sunset on the screen window is getting dusk, and no one sees tears in the golden house.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. Interpretation: the sunshine outside the screen window fades and the dusk gradually falls; Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears.
The courtyard is empty, and the spring scenery is about to disappear; Pear flower falls fell all over the floor, and the door closed mercilessly. Section 3: On the moon, the willows reach the top, and people meet after dusk.
Full text: Source: Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu's "Born Chazi Yuanxi" Full text: Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Commentary: On the fifteenth day of the first month last year, the lights of the flower market were as bright as during the day. The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk.
On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. Never see last year's lover again, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears.
Poem 4: The weeds on the Queqiao Bridge and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane: The full text of Wuyi Xiang written by Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty: The weeds on Zhuque Bridge and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane are oblique. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
Interpretation: Suzaku Bridge is desolate, full of weeds and wild flowers, and broken walls at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is the sunset. In the Jin Dynasty, Yan Zi lived in front of two Wang Dao houses in Xie 'an, and now it nests and flies into the homes of ordinary people.
Section 5: Heartbroken people are at sunset, at the end of the world. Source: Tianjingsha Qiu Si by Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty. Full-text: The withered vine and the old tree are faint, the bridge is flowing, and the old road is thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Interpretation: Looking at dusk from a distance, crows are looking for old vines to inhabit. Look closely, there are people beside the small bridge and flowing water. Only a thin horse is carrying a wandering wanderer, walking slowly on the ancient autumn wind road. Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, wandering wanderers are still wandering around the world.
4. Describe the sentences in the evening and never write poems.
1, camel Xiangzi
Evening: Summer evening is warm and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; Wear colorful skirts, close your temples and gently hold them up; Elegant and elegant.
The sky is light blue, sometimes floating clouds, like white cotton wool. The breeze blows their soft bodies and sings softly all the way. When you look down at the roadside, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Looking up again, the cotton-like white clouds have become "ponytails" and scattered into the sky. ...
The sunset is like blood, and the sun is shining all over the sky.
I like summer nights best, beautiful and intoxicating, gorgeous! The fiery red cloud covered the western sky like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow background, a faint orange red; Add a light blue ribbon on the orange-red basis; One end of the ribbon is completely unfolded, and a wide bloody silk scarf gradually floats to the horizon ... thus setting off the sunset more bright red and gorgeous.
The distant mountains in the twilight are gloomy and magnificent. In the vast sea of people, I saw two poplars and pine trees standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, they looked more vigorous and tall. The swaying branches and leaves have a touch of sunset. I saw the mottled sunset hanging on the treetops and falling bit by bit. Quickly pick up the digital camera and freeze it at that moment; Bang! Beautiful silhouette-tree: like a man with indomitable spirit, he walked into my "shutter" ...
The mountains in the sunset are dignified and majestic, which fascinates me!
The night is getting darker, and the sunset finally can't stand the temper of time and falls in the valley. The top of the mountain swallowed the last ray of light. Looking at the sunset, I sighed, "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". The beautiful sunset is so spectacular, but it is a flash in the pan. Daytime replaces the sun and the moon. What about life? Everyone is from childhood, youth, maturity to old age. Where is everyone's sunset? Will it be so brilliant? Time flies, time flies, bloom flowers fall in spring, and youth will never come again!
The river flows away from the east, and the warm color of the sunset is scattered on the water, dancing and sparkling. Iraqi people stood on the shore, the autumn wind blowing her long hair wildly, quietly watching the sunset. The sunset blushed and slowly hid in the water. In an instant, the water and sky seemed to be covered with a layer of gold. At this moment, that day, that person, that drop of water, is eternity.
3. The sky is getting dark, and the sunset is like blood, which slowly and dimly covers the whole mountain, leaving only a touch of sunset on the horizon. .
As night falls, the sky darkens and the earth begins to sleep.
Unconsciously, the moon is like a shy Mulan, quietly hiding behind a dark cloud, "hiding half her face in front of us behind her guitar", revealing a small crescent moon, which eclipses the whole world. -Dai Xuda
6. Facing the faint light, the branches cast sparse cold shadows, and occasionally a breeze blows, and the leaves make a stable and fuzzy sound. Jin Zhicheng
7. The earth began to wake up, but I still think it is so exquisite. Its beauty can't be expressed in my own language, but I can only appreciate it carefully. Today, I saw beautiful scenery in this dark night, and only such beautiful scenery can make me walk like a cloud.
8. In the evening, the sky is already gray. At this point, the lights on the high building have been lit up one after another. It seems that some stars have fallen and winked at me! Then, the street lights and car lights on the road were also on, and the whole road was suddenly brightly lit, like fireflies flying in the air. When the sky was completely dark, the neon lights came on. This time, Shanghai seems to have put on a shiny new dress: neon lights are ever-changing, red, green, purple and yellow, which are really colorful; The ever-changing shapes, like rainbows and flowers, are beautiful patterns on clothes. On the road, a piece of golden light, like a ribbon. The lights on the top of the tall building are like flashing gems, dotted with clothes.
5. Twilight Poetry
Heartbroken in spring
The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
join the army
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.
Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
Give one of two songs on behalf of others.
Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Leyouyuan scenic spot
With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of my friends;
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Yamagata Xiaomei
All the fragrant people shook off their brilliance and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
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Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
A butterfly in love with flowers
There are weeping willows outside the building,
Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go.
Wandering catkins in the wind,
Follow the spring and see where to go.
Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu,
He is heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable.
Send wine to Chunchun Silence,
It rained at dusk.
Give birth to a son Yuanxi
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.