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 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 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.
2. Poems describing the morning glow: the morning glow, clouds, rosy clouds, hongxia, Danxia, rosy clouds and the shadow of the rainbow.
Colorful bridges float, float, float, roll, roll.
Rolling, rolling, fluttering, red, colorful and dazzling.
Gorgeous, spectacular, magnificent, changeable, colorful, bright red, golden, brilliant
Crimson, purples, gorgeous green, goose yellow, purple and elegant sunset.
Sunset, sun, sun, shadow, halo, brilliant light waves
The bright and gorgeous reflection shines on the dawn, dawn and sunrise.
The afterglow fireball is radiant, dazzling, bright and warm.
Blinking is intense, soft, hot, dim, warm and crimson.
Hot and golden Jin Shanshan is bright and red, hot and spicy.
Red and warm
The morning glow is brilliant, the sunset glow is like blood, and the shadow is brilliant.
Xia Hong is full of colorful clouds, colorful and moving, and the rising sun bursts out.
In the late morning, a red sun rose in Ran Ran, and the sun shone brightly.
The morning glow from Zhao Hui is magnificent, the golden light is dazzling, the sun is fading, the sun is sinking and the sun is setting.
The sunset is dazzling, and the sunset is like blood.
The sun shines high in the mountains, and the sun shines high in the mountains.
The sun is shining, the sun is shining, the rising sun is rising, the morning light is hazy, the sun is shining, and the sunrise is Dongshan.
The morning light is gorgeous and golden, glowing with red light.
Thousands of rays of sunshine spread like colorful wings of a golden phoenix, carrying a mountain village symphony composed of harmonious and pleasant songs, laughter, underwater sound and reading sound, taking off in the fresh and warm morning breeze.
A touch of magnificent morning glow, like melted watercolor, permeates the horizon dimly and happily.
The sun rises in the east and shines orange. The lake was also dyed red by the glow, which was more spectacular than the sky.
The rosy clouds on the eastern horizon are changing all the time, such as frost maple, durian fire, agate and amber.
The river under the sunset glow is changing color, from deep blue to thick green. Just then, a few birds that came home late swept across the river in the afterglow of the sunset.
In the afterglow of the sunset glow, on the horizon where the sky meets the grassland, several dazzling golden oranges are painted. Red, pink, purple, orange, gold ... what a magnificent sunset, one by one, reflecting the dark blue sky exceptionally bright.
The colorful sunset glow is changing wonderfully, the color is getting deeper and deeper, and finally it becomes a few colorful strokes, which is more magical and charming.
I saw the sky "dusty", and countless fierce horses dyed red by the sunset galloped forward. As the clouds moved, they seemed to hear the sound of their galloping.
The sun is setting slowly, and there are red clouds around it, which accumulate more and more and cover the whole sun. Later, Xia Hong piled up and dyed the Western Heaven red, giving off a soft golden light.
The sunset glow in the sky poured into the sky like a furnace of molten steel, like blood, dyed the green hills red and burned the clouds.
3. Poems describing the afterglow 1) The new moon has given birth to birds, and the sunset is even lower.
2) Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same.
3) The sky is red and the clouds are west, and the ground is flat at the foot of the sun.
4) Twilight gives birth to deep trees and sunset gives birth to small buildings.
5) A setting sun is spreading in the water, half of the river rustles and half of the river is red.
6) Sunset and autumn colors are better, and orchids are picked.
7) the setting sun is dark and clear, and the mountains are green and the water is light.
8) The clouds are still there, and it will clear up. Late mountain Ming.
9) There are many weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.
10) Western jackdaw in the west is full of sadness in the evening.
1 1) The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
12) When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
13) The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
14) Drink for you to persuade the sunset and leave a sunset photo among the flowers.
15) The mountains reflect the water in the sunset, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the sunset.
16) to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.
But seeing the sun, though it is brilliant, why is it melancholy at dusk?
18) Old people like to sing the praises of dusk, and the mountains are full of glory.
19) 30,000 hectares of rotten grass sunset.
20) Wandering around crazily and hating the short-lived scenery. Sunset is late.
4. The poem 1 describes the morning glow and intones Chu Yang-Zhao Kuangyin in the Song Dynasty.
At first, the sun was shining and Qian Shan was on fire.
In an instant, the sky fell, driving away the stars and the waning moon.
The rising sun is red and Qian Shan is on fire. A red sun flies freely in the vast sky, and the red sun retreats from the stars and the moon, shining all over the earth.
2. Recalling Jiangnan-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
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.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the riverside are redder than fire. Spring has come, and the river is as green as Polygonum multiflorum Thunb.
3. Sunrise in Jinshan-Land Tourism in Song Dynasty
Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates.
When the wind blows, the river is like a red scale, and a golden disc hangs between the clouds.
4. Dawn of the Tang Dynasty-Han He
Sunlight shines into the water, reflecting a red sky in the water.
As long as Mount Tai waits until the third night, you will see the first round of red sun being sent to the blue sky.
The glow of the sky reflected into the water, and the sky reflected in the water turned red in an instant. As long as you wait in Taishan until after midnight, you will see the first round of red sun being sent to the blue sky.
5. "Prince Quan of Huizhou built the Luofuzi Pavilion and wrote it as a song"-Liang of Qing Dynasty.
The pheasant shouted that the sea was moving, and a golden plate spewed out of the sea.
The pheasant crowed loudly, the sea began to churn, and a round gold plate burst out of the sea.
5. What are the beautiful poems describing "Chaoyang" and "Yu Hui"?
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Sunrise flies in the city, and crows fight for the morning branches.
Why are you alone today, with your hair spread out and your feathers cheerful?
Is nothing more than envy of the recent height, three feet jealous of your illness?
Nothing, hungry and crying, walking on the road, people who are greedy for fresh meat are injured?
Qiao Xiao's single foot is very thin, so he can only cross it with his mouth down.
Also look up at the pillars to prevent birds.
The left and right purlins are as sharp as knives, and you must not lose power.
I have no toes, I hesitate to avoid, trying to fly low and escape from the future.
2. Send Wang Shimin to Beijing.
Ming dynasty: determination of boundaries
On the Zuhe River, it is difficult to leave feelings.
It is worthwhile to forgive each other.
On the grass beside the green river, Jia Maisheng lives in the same market.
I'm going to Beijing today, and I'm glad there's a thoroughfare.
The crown covers the intersection, and even the wall looks good.
Keep chastity and exercise, and be willing to wait for ordinary people to be stupid.
Ming Festival is precious with love, and Hong Tao wants fish.
The material is still shot, as Chen Gang did.
It used to be an order, but the exhibition turned to cherish all places.
The fire is rising in the morning, and the heart is in Wan Li.
Nugong worshipped Lingde, and Shi Ze stayed in his hometown.
At the top of Helan Mountain, snow shadows hit the clouds.
You can't write a song to say goodbye.
After crashing into the building, it was generous and embarrassing.
3. Partridge Sky (the second rhyme is the completion of Chaoyang Pavilion on the wall of Li's political participation)
Song Dynasty: Wei Liaoweng
The moon stars are rare. There are cigarettes for sale at sunrise, and it's cool in Guang Xiao. Tian Dong supports Mu San thousands of feet, Dan Xin Chang Xu. North of Zhan, Yang of Luo. Buy flowers and move bamboo. Nine Middle Schools _ Open the ecliptic, don't believe in low-lying temples cream.
4. Listen to neighbors singing in the evening
Song: Mei
After a sleepless night, the neighbor's songs are rare.
Imagine your lips moving like a beam.
Laugh when you are wrong and eavesdrop on clothes.
The song of dressing is over, the window is bright and the moon is bright.
5. Monks can really be attributed to Fan Suzhou.
Song: Mei
Go to Gusutai, Yunhe pays for the machine.
Wild policy poured cold water, Shan Tong protective clothing.
The pine door is left, and the bamboo hat is shining.
Who loves shanju? Your surname is Wei.
6. Visit the West Lake with Sun San in the evening.
Song: Mei
Before it rains, the cool wind enters the clothes first.
The sky suddenly opened, and the red sun was still shining.
Butterflies gather together, Qi Fei the Dragonfly.
Laughing and slapping, I don't know the evening, and I will return in the middle of the month.
6. The beautiful poem describing the sunrise and sunset is sitting in front of the window, and the sun shines through the gauze and becomes hazy and blurred. Looking up, I saw the beautiful sunset, and my eyes were full of light. Inadvertently, the sunset silently recorded our bits and pieces, and with its sharp light, carved the missing memories in our lives in the sky to fill the gaps.
The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, and the pink clouds were reflected on the river, and the whole river was completely new. At this moment, the horizon is like a raging fire.
The sun put away its dazzling light and turned into a golden ball. The clouds around it are more colorful, sometimes like puppies, sometimes like birds, sometimes like peach blossoms ... The towering mountains in the distance seem to be coated with gold powder under the setting sun, which is particularly magnificent.
Looking up, the sunset has covered half of my face, so fast. Unconsciously, there is only one edge left in the sunset, and after a while, there is only one crack left in the sunset. I was afraid that it would completely fall in the blink of an eye, so I forced my eyes to keep this last-minute beauty. However, the sunset seems to be deliberately making things difficult for me, but it just disappears without a trace in the blink of an eye. But there is still the afterglow of the sunset on the hillside. It was a long time before the crimson sunset completely disappeared. The earth suddenly darkened. At this point, I seem to have lost something, and my heart rises with inexplicable melancholy.
7. What poems describe "Sunglow"? 1. The sunrise welcomes the sun, and Dan is in Tanggu.
2. The morning glow is a shame hanger, and the sunset glow is not as good as the mirror stage.
I have exhausted my spring work and immersed myself in the morning glow.
I can't find it. sorry
1. The sunrise welcomes the sun, and Dan is in Tanggu.
From: Miscellaneous Poems
Poet: Zhang Xie
Appreciation of the whole poem: "Miscellaneous Poems (You from the Old Country)" is a five-character poem written by Wang Wei, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the second poem in "Three Miscellaneous Poems". The first two sentences of the poem ask fellow villagers friends by memorizing words, and the last two sentences only ask whether Han Mei is in bloom, which is surprising. Expressed the poet's yearning for his relatives and scenery in his hometown. This poetic complex is simple, but it is ethereal. The whole poem is unpretentious, but full of poetry.
2. The morning glow is a shame hanger, and the sunset glow is not as good as the mirror stage.
From: Revealing Clothes on Chinese Valentine's Day
Poet: Shen Mi
Appreciation of the whole poem: This poem was written by Shen Quanqi with a strange title. This is an epic poem, similar to that of Lu and He Luo. However, this tradition of chanting epic poems makes the things referred to in Shen's poems obviously related to current events, involving some arbitrary actions of Wu Zetian or the imperial court.
I have exhausted my spring work and immersed myself in the morning glow.
From: Magnolia
Poet: Liu Yong
Interpretation: Chun, a craftsman, tried his best to cut out the shape of apricot flowers, dipped in the color of the morning glow and dyed the stamens of thousands of apricot flowers. The personification technique is used in writing, which shows the beauty and moving of spring.
8. The poems of the morning glow and the sunset glow are just like the morning glow. Lin suspected that it was a spell scattered by the afterglow of Cai Feng. Chengjiang is as quiet as practicing summer and staying in Jiangnan. I don't know how to spend it. I miss the lake a little, and I miss home a little. I want to explore the moon and stand at night. Miss the clouds and clouds of the Ming Dynasty. Spring breeze doesn't understand people's wishes. When will the smog spill on the window? Attachment: An ancient poem containing "Spring Clouds": Dark Sun Banquet. Cui Zhixian, Lin Ting of Gaos family, had a beautiful scenery by the river last month. Mianman changed birds from time to time, and the flowers scattered the day before yesterday. After a long stay in L.A., this song was blown to Shi Chong's home. In the early Yuan Dynasty, the courtiers were full, and the three dynasties waited for the drum to be credited. When you were far away, you received the rhyme and were saved. In the morning, spring has arrived. The ring sounds overlap and the barbarians wear the same clothes. Qu and Tian are susceptible, and the mountains are long and endless. In Voser for thousands of years, car books are everywhere. Who can keep hemp when Sheng Mingduo is in power? Jionji's memory of Li Duan can't be forgotten. When we met in Laoyou, Ling Xiao's disciples were even more developed, not because of the flowering period. Making friends with jade, we have been on the dragon for many years. There are many beds in the East Pavilion and Rong Hui in the western suburbs. Aquamarine came to ask, and the jade handle was empty. When the cave mat died, the monk hall lost its gratitude to the public. Left as a wall of books, Hsinchu moved again. It's different in the morning and evening. The sun shines brightly in spring, and the night candle suddenly blows with the wind. The ants are still fighting, and the road to disaster is very poor. Quietly ask the sky and hurry back to the house. The way back was very sad. I am an important official. I should only care about my spiritual luck, but I remember my guests for the time being. The letter is still young, and the grass is still fresh. I can't bear to see my master when carp court buries Yushu. The embroidered bed in Wu Wenying, Xijiang River is tired, and the fragrance is slanting. Flute drums are very expensive. Outside the door, Han Xiao hissed. The hat is half eaves facing the snow, and the mirror opens in Xia Chun, Chisai. Small curtain selling wine to see plum blossoms. Zhu Xianying crimson yarn. There are 300 poems, and the high rhyme reflects the spring. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn water is the same color as the sky. The heart of Jin gradually rises, and the shadow of the wheel promotes the frequent hope of Judah. It's hard to merge when it's absolutely beautiful, so this day will be disappointing. In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu), the bright sword on the back of the bow flashes frost.