2. Song Guobao's "Small Temple Wall Outside the Pavilion": Yellow leaves flow westward, and the wind stagnates the boat. The setting sun is thousands of miles away, and chickens crow everywhere.
3. Song. Zhang Shunmin's "Village Residence": Water around the field, bamboo around the fence, and all the money is gone. As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road.
4. clear. Huang Jingren's "Doumen": Sunset urges guests to go upstairs, and mountains and Qiu Lai go around the country.
Title: Sunset
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Lu Guimeng
Physical load: five musts
Content:-
The ferry sails and the city edges are angled. How to visit Maoling and the dangerous building near the river?
Title: Sunset
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Zheng Gu
Physical load: five laws
Content:-
Sunset is better in autumn, Cailan. It is extremely clear and there is residual rain, and the sky is urgent.
Leave half a couch in the monk window, fishing Ge Shu. Don't hate everything, cold toad is empty.
Title: Looking at the sunset in Nanshan calls for supervisors.
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Song
Physical load: five ancient times
Content:-
The setting sun is dark and clear, and the mountains are green and the water is light. There is no limit to this, so I have to talk to Shikai.
ACTS YuZhongJu thinking, safely back to Lin Zhe. Who is lonely, who stays here, staying in the lake and moonlight.
Title: Jiang Shenzi/Jiang
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Xin Qiji
Physical load: words
Content:-
It's cloudy and sunny when there are clouds. Late mountain Ming. Xiaoxiheng should not make a heartbroken sound when the branches are rough. But anywhere in green hills and spring, it is always possible to go down this road. In those days, multicolored pens were given to Wuhu City. Recall my life. If it's love. Try to take Lingcha, and ask Junping on the way home. Cool colour eventually heavy, but must be put away, Yushan oblique.
Title: partridge sky
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Xin Qiji
Physical load: words
Content:-
As the sun sets, Western jackdaw's homecoming brings me a melancholy. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment. Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
Title: Liang Zhu
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Xin Qiji
Physical load: words
Content:-
30,000 hectares of rotten grass and sunset. It's not falling, it's a lonely shadow outside. How bleak it is to drink. Pedestrians wake up at the head of the river. I will see my temples less and less. It's a long way, let alone a new illness. It's not that it's hard to get rid of sadness. He aroused the hatred of others.
Title: Dancing Spring Festival/Spring Festival Music
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: He Zhu
Physical load: words
Content:-
The clouds are fresh, the sunshine is gentle and the east wind is soft. The snow has just begun to melt and the water is shallow. Pink dance is called Spring Festival. Like a flying swallow. Deep-folded plum blossoms have been sent far away. Ask who did it, lean against the building. My companion hasn't returned to Hong, but I still care about the love and warmth of Jiangnan.
Title: dongyang sighs/clears business complaints
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: He Zhu
Physical load: words
Content:-
Wandering around crazily, hating short-lived scenery. Sunset is late. If you are drunk, you will wake up in sorrow. Dongyang slimming exhibition. Looking at the sun, swimming far away. Tears in the spring breeze, who will take care of the spring breeze?
Li Shangyin's Leyou Tomb
I have the shadow of dusk in my heart,
I drove to the Leyou Tomb.
To see the sun, although he is glorious,
It's just that it's close to night now.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road, the west wind and the thin horse,
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The sunset of the guests.
The sunset is calm. There are ten thousand sunrises and sunsets before dark. The sunset is melancholy, but I have to go.
Ten thousand sunsets, ten thousand impressions of sunsets, ten thousand afternoons.
The sunset is calm.
On the edge of the grave, I want to stay bright, but I still feel guilty.
The new moon has given birth to birds, and the setting sun is farther west.
(Ray "With Zhou Bangyan")
As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road.
(Song Shunmin's village residence)
Only it-the old cow who worked hard for a year, fallow on the hillside, chewing grass and bathing in the golden sunset.
(Song Kong Zhong Ping's "Book of Harmony")
Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village.
(off "Random Talk")
Birds are singing in the trees in the valley, and the shadows of mountains are in the village at sunset.
(Zi Kai's Hushanju)
After the rain in the small shop, the mangroves in the remote village fell in the sunset.
(Qing Cha Shen Xing's "Chiheyi")
A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset.
(Qing Duanmu Guohu "Shawan Release")
The waterfall drags thousands of rains, and the sunset clears up a peak first.
(Eye by Lin Qing Zexu)
Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.
(Shen "Linjiang Xian")
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
(Song Fan Zhongyan, "Su Mu")
Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset.
(Wang Song Yucheng's "Journey to the Country")
There is no hate in the setting sun, and talents and beauties are empty and sad.
(Song Chaobuzhi's "Partridge Sky")
It only rains when it is light red, and a few wisps of soft willows are mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.
(Qing Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha")