Poems about Chang 'an Night 1. Poetry describing the night scene of Chang 'an in summer.
Write a poem at night: (1) Stay overnight with monk Ye, waiting for my friend Ding (Meng Haoran). The sun is setting, valley after valley is hazy, the moon is cold among pines and cypresses, the wind and water are clear to my ears, the Qiao people are longing for refuge, the birds are living in the mist, and I am still waiting for you, waiting, waiting, playing the piano under the roadside vines. Spring night is like rain (Du Fu) Spring has come, and it dives into the night with the wind, and everything is silent. The wild path is dark and the river boat is full of fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu), the breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, blowing to my motionless tall mast, the stars fell from the open place, and the moon came running from the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old man from the office! Flying around, flying around, what do I look like? Sha Ou, Wang Wei, a middle-aged man, is quite good. It's better to go alone when he comes home late than to know everything. In poor places, he would sit and watch Yun Qi. He is on duty occasionally. Tianya * * * At this time, it brought a separated heart. The night was so considerate that I blew out the candle. It didn't get dark. I put on my coat and it didn't get warm, so I left my message to the moon, and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) was ignorant of soldiers in Huanglong City for many years and grew up in a poor family camp. Young woman this spring, last night's lover. Who can win the Dragon City? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan), under the castle peak, we meandered forward. My boat and I followed the green water until the bank at low tide widened, and there was no wind to stir my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Where can I get my hometown letter? The geese return to Luoyang to think about their old feelings, and they stay at night at the foot of Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai). There is no cloud in the blue sky in Hexi tonight; When I look at the autumn moon on my deck, I think of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read, he hears others, but it's not mine. Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. Far away, I pity my little children, but still can't remember Chang 'an. The fragrance is foggy and the clouds are wet, and the jade arm is cold. When to lean on the air, I remember my brother (Du Fu) on a moonlit night, and a wild goose sings in autumn. The dew is white from tonight, and so is the moon. What does life without you mean to me? However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, said, "The trees of ten thousand valleys meet the sky, the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow, and one night in Shan Yu, thousands of silk come from ten thousand valleys. The Chinese woman lost her building, and the Ba people sued Yutian. Professor Wen dare not rely on sages. At the end of the year, Nanshan (Meng Haoran) went back to Beique to write a book, and Nanshan went back to my home. I was abandoned in ignorance and many people died. White hair makes me old, and green sun makes me take it off. I'm pregnant forever. In my empty window, the moonlight is loose from a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou (Meng Haoran). The monkey whimpers on the shadowy mountain, the river passes through the night and the wind of leaves on both sides, and the moon crosses my lonely sail. I, a stranger in the inland area, miss my friend in Yangzhou. Two lines of tears will also to find the nearest touch of the sea. The reward for Cheng Yan's Autumn Night is a gift (Han Han's). The wind is early, the empty city is full of moonlight, the galaxy is full of geese, and the anvil is full of night. The festival should be seen later. I forgot the returning bird, and changed into an old friend (Dai Shulun) in an inn in a village. When the autumn moon was full, I met by chance in a thousand nights in towns and villages. In the south of the river, skeptics with dreams frightened the birds, exposing grass and covered with cold insects. The long-term traveler is drunk, and he is afraid of the morning bell. Yunyang Pavilion is separated from the Han God (four empty books) and separated by mountains and rivers several times. At first sight, I turned over my doubts and dreams and asked each other sorrow. The lonely lamp shines cold, and the deep bamboo floats black. What's more, they hated the Ming Dynasty. "Night Thoughts on Weizhuangtai", the piano sighs all night, the strings are full of sorrow, the lights are lonely, the moon falls outside the platform, and the grass fades, still looking forward to the old friend coming. Hometown letters can't be sent, and Qiuyan goes back to the south. Xie Yan literature "Poem from Night" (Fan Yun) balcony fog first, dream broken. The distant mountains are hidden, the flat sand is broken and the thread is still broken. The strings are sad. I am in charge of the East Expressway. I sent a farewell poem to Shen Jishi (Fan Yun), and the atmosphere at night was clear and clear. Autumn wind and bitter rain in two townships, a thousand miles of autumn moon. Cold branches are better than flowers, and frost apes are alone. Suddenly left me, I lost my memory. I looked at the poem of Weaver Girl (Fan Yun) and felt sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself. My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road. However, I endured the poor existence for ten years and found a perch and a small branch here. This night was safe. In the middle of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi) in Zhouxing, after the rain, I invaded a foot of muddy water, destroying the rotten willow trees and randomly filled doors in Puhe. In my dream, I heard the sound of a broken corner, which made me look fashionable to the old scar from the beginning. Fish and salt are everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren. It even spread imperial edicts to broaden the people's power and how to confront Rice and San Qian. Night at the pavilion. The stars and rivers in the sky are jumping on the three mountains. I hear the women in the distance crying after the battle. I see the savage fishermen and woodcutter sleeping in the morning-dragons, rushing horses, not generals now-they are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the turmoil of the world. Back to Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) in the evening, the bell in the mountain temple sounded the coming of night, and I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry. People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, while others returned to Lumen by boat. Lumen opened a smoky tree in the moonlight and suddenly went to Pang Gong's seclusion. The pine path of stone leaves is long and lonely. Where a hermit lives and moves, he never needs a companion. From Xiakou to Yueyang, Yingzhou, I sent my source to Midtown (Liu Changqing). There was no ripple in the river and no mist on the island, but to my friends, the scenery was blurred. Birds in the setting sun crossed Hankou, the autumn sky mixed with Dongting Lake, and a cold horn sounded from the desolate mountain wall, which reminded me of being parked next to a broken fort. Jia Yi wrote to worry about the Han Dynasty and Changsha went to pity the ancient and modern. Later, Ezhou (Lu Lun) opened its eyes to see Hanyang City, but it was still a lonely sail. It is estimated that passengers sleep during the day and know the calm waves, while boat people feel the tides at night. Sanxiang worries about its temple. My heart has traveled three thousand miles, homesick for the moon, but the war left me no legacy. Oh, I heard the pain of these drums by the river! . Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio, and the east of the Guitang. Although I don't have the wings of Cai Feng on me, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn across the spring wine. When it warms me, I will remind you how to bet and divide Cao into two parts: shooting a wax lamp and shooting a red light. After listening to the drums and becoming an official, Lantai's class became a tent. An untitled song (Li Shangyin) is empty talk, and the moonlight is upstairs for five minutes. It's hard to cry for a long time I tried to read your notes in a hurry. I found that the blue ink was too light to burn your candle in its kingfisher feather lantern, and a sweet smell was stolen from your hibiscus curtain. But what I couldn't reach was the charming mountain. You were on the other side, parked on Jiande River overnight outside Wanfeng (Meng Haoran). When my boat moved in the fog, the sunlight weakened and ancient memories began. In the wild low trees, Jiang Qingyue sits alone in the secluded bamboo pavilion (decorated by Wang Wei), playing the piano and whistling. Too softly for anyone to hear, the moon shines. It is autumn night to send Qiu Yuanwai (Wei) to Huai Army, and it is autumn night to take a walk and sing cool days. You seem to be awake, too. Ge Shuge (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. No more barbarians, nor their horses and cows, dared to wade across the border. The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns home at night. The geese fly high in the next song (Lu Lun) and flee at night. If they want to ride lightly, the snow is full of bows and knives. The next song (Lu Lun) points to the depths of hard rocks. Yeshan Temple (Li Bai) is a dangerous building, with a height of 100 feet. You can pick the stars with your hands. You dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the people. Yu Jiefen (Li Bai) has a cold dew on the jade steps, and the bottom of the silk is wet, wandering for a long time. But it went down.
2. Chang 'an Poetry
Poems related to Chang 'an:
Chang 'an is a stranger to infinite trees, and only weeping willows can leave.
A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart.
The incense array pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers.
To Chang 'an, to Autumn Lantern, how many people are old?
Chang 'an, the autumn night is long, and the beautiful scenery is yellow.
I raised my eyes and saw the sun, but I couldn't see Chang 'an.
The world of mortals, sunset grass and Chang 'an Road are all separated from people:
The autumn wind blows the Weihe River, leaving leaves all over Chang 'an.
On March 3rd, the air was fresh, and many beautiful women were walking along the Chang 'an River.
I heard the song blowing in the dark, and I knew it was Chang 'an Road.
A hundred schools of thought are like a chess game, and twelve streets are like vegetable fields.
Nine doors of heaven reveal the palace and its courtyard, and the coats of many countries bow to the pearl crown.
3. Poems about Chang 'an. In urgent need.
Autumn wind sweeping in Songmen No.10 Road, Yujie Line
Biedongshan
He Zhu
The autumn wind swept the stone road in Songmen, but it seemed that it was not allowed, and the flying dust arrived. If you don't smoke your hand, the powder will spring together. There are several songs that need to be written on pottery and translated into sad tones. The shadow of the rock turns to the clouds, but hate is easy to lose, daughter laugh. More importantly, forget everything, in order to thank Jiangnan. Broken Bridge Solitary Post, Leng Yun Yellow Leaves, Meet Chang 'an Avenue.
Regret Yuxi's masterpiece
Chao Bu Zhi
Dark green hills and red sunset, broad Jiangdong notes. Yu Xia scattered the true qi, to the Yanlang Road. It's worrying. Chang 'an is far away. Where is it? When the fishing lamp was small, I was fascinated by the pier. A piece of passenger sail is low, next to Qianpu. Think about your life and regret your mistakes. I feel too poor to return to my heart. A thousand miles away, it hurts peace. Strange bamboo songs, complaining, for whom? The apes and birds sang for a moment, disturbing the island. Listening to the drums, I can't sleep in the dark.
Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge: A bright moon hangs over the capital, and ten thousand hammers wash it.
There is a saying in Preface to Wang Tengting that "looking at Chang 'an in Japan means that Wu will be in the clouds".
Taicheng Road, Qi Tianle, with withered trees.
Zhou Bangyan
The scenery in autumn is depressed, and the heart in autumn is like weeds in extreme exhaustion. In a strange land, in late autumn, in a sad heart, it is even sadder. The cloud window is still covered. Cool down in summer and summer, take off the flower mat, spread the Luo, and weave the pattern of bamboo mat. Although summer has been collected and alienated, my time still stays when I read firefly Shunang. Jingjiang has stayed the longest, so the old friends are opposite, so there is no limit to thinking. The west wind of Weihe River, the leaves of Chang 'an are in chaos, and the poems are recalled in the air, and the distance is looked at with high altitude. Xun ate bamboo and brought crabs to the table to match wine. When the sun goes down, even if he is drunk, there is nowhere to run.
Jia Dao's poem "Autumn wind blows the Weihe River, and leaves fall all over Chang 'an". (Biography of Jiang Yi Shang Wu Chuchuan)
4. What poems describe Chang 'an?
Poems written in Chang 'an are:
1, the autumn table of Du Mu in Chang 'an in Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
The tower stands tall, standing on an autumn tree; The sky is clear and transparent, like a mirror with Xi's dust on it.
Autumn is so lofty and boundless, compared with the height of the mountain, the momentum is difficult to distinguish.
Translation:
The pavilion is close to the frosted forest, and the sky is like a mirror without a fiber.
The majestic Nanshan and the refreshing autumn colors do not compete with each other.
2. Lu Lun's Spring in Chang 'an in Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
The east wind blows, and the gentle spring rain sprinkles the green hills; Seen from the height of the hill, the buildings in Chang 'an City are layered. When will the dream home arrive and how many people will return to Chunjiang?
Outside Chang 'an, the Ye Yuan River criss-crosses, extending beyond the clouds on the horizon, and inside Chang 'an, the palaces in the palaces are shrouded in a sunset. Who knows that I am a scholar, born in troubled times, alone, white-haired, haggard, wandering in the desolate mountains.
Translation:
The east wind is blowing, and a slight spring rain is sprinkled on the green hills; From a distance, the houses in Chang 'an city are stacked and the grass is idle. Hometown is in a dream, when will it be returned? When winter goes and spring comes, boats come and go on the river, and a few people can go home.
Outside Chang 'an, rivers and Yuan Ye crisscross, extending beyond the clouds in the horizon. In Chang 'an, the uneven level of the palace is shrouded in the sunset. Who knows that I am a scholar, born in troubled times, alone, with white hair and haggard face, wandering in the remote Qin Guan.
3. Chang 'an Spring by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The willow branches in Qingmen are weak, and the east wind blows golden.
Jiedong wine is thin and drunk, easy to wake up, and can't be sold with eyes full of spring worries.
Translation:
The willow at the east gate hangs low and looks weak. The east wind in spring turns the willow branches into rotten Huang Zhi color.
The wine in Dongjie is very weak, and it is easy to wake up after drinking too much. Your eyes are full of spring, and your eyes are full of spring worries. How can it be sold easily?
4. Lu's ancient meaning of Chang 'an in Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
Chang' an street is even more narrow and oblique, with green cows and white horses. The jade chariot crosses the main place, and the golden whip flows to Hou's house.
The dragon bears the morning sun, and the phoenix spits the morning glow. A hundred feet of gossamer is fighting around the tree, and a group of charming birds are singing flowers.
There are thousands of colors on the side of butterflies and thousands of colors on the silver platform of green trees. Passing through the window is acacia, and the double que is even hung with phoenix wings.
Translation:
Chang 'an's vertical and horizontal avenues are connected with alleys, extending in all directions, and cars and BMW are not affected. Jade chariot gallops. Golden whips emerge one after another. In and out of the princess house, in and out of the royal family.
The dragon holds the canopy and the phoenix holds the tassel, reflecting the sunrise and sunset. Gauze floated around the green trees, and a group of charming birds crowed away the flowers.
Bees and butterflies fly and linger in front of thousands of households, with trees and balconies shaded. After volley, the pane is made into the shape of acacia flowers; The two pavilions are towering, the halls are connected, and the pavilions are carved with phoenix-shaped ornaments.
5. The Northern Song Dynasty Liuyong Youth Tour Ma Yandang, an ancient road in Chang 'an.
Original text:
On the ancient road of Chang 'an, riding a thin horse slowly, Gao Liu Qiu Chan screamed. Outside the sunset bird, the autumn wind and the moon are on the original, and the eyes are broken for four days.
The clouds that have gone are traceless. Where is the expectation of the past? The spirit of debauchery has faded, and there are fewer drinking companions in the past. Now I am not as young as before.
Translation:
I rode slowly along the ancient Chang 'an Road, and Qiu Chan kept singing on the tall willow tree. The setting sun gradually sinks into the distance at high altitude, and the autumn wind gently blows across the wilderness. The sky is high and the curtains are hanging down.
Time has passed and will never come back. Where can we find old expectations and agreements? The interest in having fun has long been indifferent, and those friends who drink together have also dispersed, and they are no longer as wild as they were when they were teenagers.
5. Chang 'an Poetry
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The first is a few songs:
Moonlit Night (Du Fu)
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? ?
On Nanjing's Landing on Phoenix Terrace (Li Bai)
There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned.
The path of the Wu Palace is crooked, and the golden clothes are old dust!
The mountains are shrouded in clouds, such as blue sky, and the river is divided into two.
A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart!
Midnight Wu Ge (Li Bai)
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
6. Watching Chang 'an Street Night Poems in the Rain
It's raining outside the window, it's raining cats and dogs. I opened the curtains and watched the rain running down the glass window, drawing countless beautiful twists and turns. In my eyes, the whole city was dark, only street lamps were scattered, and occasionally a few cars passed by, making some noises to break the silence at the moment. Perhaps this lonely city is waiting for a sound to awaken the sleeping passion, but unfortunately, it is not this sound, which is abrupt and boring. It seems that everyone is waiting for a voice.
this is very hard ...
Actually, I don't hate rain that much. I don't know if a moment is good, especially when I'm looking forward to it. On a gloomy afternoon, under the low sky, not bad. Occasionally a few dead leaves fall, which is a little sad but full of expectation. I don't know what to expect. ...
On such a rainy night, I always feel a little idle. But I really enjoy this feeling. The noisy rain outside the window calmed the room. This peace will not be empty, as if there is nothing, no goal, no motivation and no hope. This kind of peace makes people feel full, as if surrounded by something. Even if they sit and do nothing, they won't feel bored. It seems how difficult it is to be quiet, even if they are alone.
I still don't like too much noise, although sometimes I am noisy enough. But I still like a quiet environment. There is no light outside the window, and thin rain drops slowly into my heart. Even if it's a little cold, I still feel warm in my heart.
I didn't expect to come as soon as I heard the sound of heavy rain falling, and I didn't want to write anything. Hehe, it's all nonsense ~ I don't seem to feel that much. Life stays the same, and the ordinary will become normal. This is a very ordinary rainy night. If it continues to rain, I think I may sleep well tonight.
The rain overnight soaked every shining memory and endless thoughts.
Actually, I don't like the rain in the city very much. In contrast, I prefer the crisp appearance of the country roof tiles when it rains, and I prefer the mood of "rain in the Woods, smoke slowly" and "how many towers of smoke and rain". I prefer the scenery of "the spring tide comes late with rain, and no one crosses the river in the wild" and "the beautiful wetland egrets fly, and the summer yin and yang orioles".
Friends say that rainy nights are beautiful and you can talk to your heart. At first, I didn't believe it. I never put rainy nights in the center, and I always feel at arm's length when talking to them. When it dawned on me, it seemed a little late. The vitality that permeated from the rainy night was really fascinating. I followed the trail of rainy nights, felt her flower-like tension, and understood the splendor of her summer flowers. I hit the rain outside the window. I know that the glittering and translucent water drops must be the eyes of poetry. Finally, the floating of Dimfragrance made me calm down and savor this rainy night-