To see the sun, for all his glory, but near dusk.
The shade is shallow and fragrant at dusk.
Muli
Tang Bai Juyi
At dusk, in front of the independent Buddhist temple, the ground was full of Sophora japonica cicadas.
Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.
Willow short sand long flow, rain slightly smoke.
In front of the mountain in western Western jackdaw, Du Qu was alone at dusk.
Pedestrians returning at dusk, their shadows are elongated by the sunset. The traffic lights on the street corner in shifts always pay attention to one thing and can't see another in the face of the coming and going vehicles. The earth turned golden, leaving a silhouette of buttonwood on the safety island. It's getting dark, and the sunset is like blood, slowly covering the whole mountain, leaving only a touch of sunset on the horizon. .
2. What campus poems praise the sunset? [Poetry] The campus mourned Mei alone, facing the sunshine, cigarettes, glasses and school uniforms. Squinting eyes are as quiet as water. Winter plum falls on the loess road. There is a dreamy smell. Boys walk past girls and occasionally go up and down. Where are the pale plum petals on the bicycle? Under the setting sun, the 20-story building made a gloomy poem and a romantic moonlit night. Bare tree trunks stand in two rows, and a heart falls into the dust. A tear ended the memorial service. 2.
In spring, you sow hope. In autumn, you have a bumper harvest.
You don't expect anything. Just quietly plowing the fields.
When we achieved results, your face was full of smiles. When we do something wrong, you always educate us patiently.
When we lost confidence, you inspired us to work hard with your hopeful vision. God gave us wings leading to our dreams, and we cheered and ran, while you silently prayed for us.
In exchange for our healthy growth. Maybe you don't know how many spring and autumn years you have cultivated, but the years have quietly climbed up your face.
You have paid with no regrets and cultivated generations of new people. Ah! -I praise you, teacher. Your youth has contributed to the "four modernizations", and your image shines in the construction team.
You are a candle to light the darkness, and a torch to burn in winter. Birds song for you, flowers bloom for you.
On the road to prosperity for our motherland, we run very fast. 3。
I am looking for your sad smile in the dream-weaving sky. It floats lightly in the grass, telling your golden dream. Unfortunately, this dream is your only treasure. It disappears too fast, but your sad face is still there. Don't cry your eyes red. Don't be so hazy about your wishes. Learn from the insect with broken wings but strong flying, and complete your beautiful dream in this life. It's a pity to see the bleak parting brought by the yellow and cold wind in the sky that day. Nothing is more melancholy than leaving you, so that sad thoughts drift. The days of gathering are always fascinating, always fascinating, but it is so sad and lonely when leaving. How can you and I be willing to bury our friendship? Although we are lost in parting, we should go all out and don't forget to cherish these years.
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, the smoke of ashes sighed with poverty and sadness. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land covered with frost vines: I believe in the future, I will wave to the horizon with my fingers, I will hold up the sea of the sun with my palm, and shed the warmth of dawn. A beautiful pen is written with a child's pen: Believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes to push away the dust of history. She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. Whether people send moving tears and deep sympathy to our rotting bodies, or contemptuous smiles and bitter taunts, I firmly believe that people have made countless explorations and lost our spine. Both failure and success will be evaluated enthusiastically, objectively and fairly. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends. I firmly believe in the future, indomitable efforts, overcoming the death of young people, the future and love life. When my eyes wander between two magnolia trees and two girls in autumn, it naturally brings me closer to the shadow of autumn poetry. An unspeakable secret pain is that the autumn wind is tight in the aisle and leaves fall in succession. Muse is only one meter away. The girl is walking under the tree with two leaves behind them. God's eyes are falling behind this poem. The autumn wind is tight, and several gangsters have rushed into the campus. The girl is as scared as a bird. Even if I stand in front of the gangster, the damage is invisible. Why should poetry face the reality? A pair of iron-handed magnolia flowers, the fragile voice of the sky, our fates are so similar, the autumn wind is tight, and two girls fall into the depths of autumn. Poetry is the reason why I close my eyes and oppose independence.
I think it's time to bury what I said alive in a coffin as big as my mouth. It is not that I have nothing to say, but that I have too much to say. Sometimes what I say is like an electric fan in disrepair, wrapped in the dust of time. Sometimes what I just said is interrupted by the song of a bird. I admit that it is far more beautiful for students than me. At this time, the light obviously increased the child's privacy and passed through the corner like lightning. Unfortunately, the broom can no longer stop the girl's crazy curve. When we all shut up, the images of those inexplicable words and symbols are clamoring for separation. What should I do? I try to find my motherland on the miniature globe, and I try to prove: children, we are not enemies. We should go home together.
3. What are the beautiful sentences describing "sunset"? 1. The light of the sunset disappears as quickly as it is blown away by the wind, just like a good time that can never come back. It feels like the last scene of an era.
2. The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, pink clouds were reflected on the river, and the whole river was completely new. At this moment, the horizon seems to have ignited a raging fire.
3. The afterglow of the sunset dyed the white clouds wandering in the blue sky red, and put sparkling lace on them. These white clouds will soon become the sunset glow of roses.
4. I always see the sunset, the vague back and the blooming sunset, which are your foil. In the twilight, the word geese came and seemed to sigh the coolness of autumn. This painting is beautiful. How to compare?
The sky is as blue as washing, and the bright sunshine shoots down from the dense gaps of pine needles, forming bundles of thick beams, which make the shade trees bright and misty.
6. Xia Guang turned the little white pig into a golden little golden pig, and the child's face was flushed by Xia Guang. Generally speaking, everything will have different colors when it is illuminated by halo.
7. The sunset is red, like a big round red apple proudly hanging behind the horizon. Sunlight came in through the cracks in the clouds, and everything turned red, like a fire, bathed in red sunshine.
8. I wandered in the autumn harvest, and the golden wheat waves smiled at the sunset. I wandered in the bleak winter, and the snowflakes reflected crystal tears. As time goes by, I savor the true meaning of life without hesitation.
9. After a while, it walked like a human and gradually approached the mountain. At this time, the sunshine is no longer dazzling, it has gradually converged this dazzling light, only emitting a soft light.
10 As the sun sets, the school is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, and the students stroll around the campus in twos and threes. The evening breeze slowly brings the fragrance of flowers and plants, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, and can see the sun more brightly.
1 1. Overlooking the dusk of the town, it's like a golden moon falling in the Tianhe River, kissing my hometown village. From time to time, there are several dogs barking and chickens crowing from the smoky village, as if it were a distant and hazy dream.
12, at this time, the sun's face is bright red, and its light seems to be swept away by someone, no longer dazzling, but very soft and bright. It slowly retreated to the west, as gentle and quiet as a beautiful girl.
13, the sky, where there are no clouds, is already dark blue. In the blink of an eye, this round thing began to glow reddish from the bottom, gently, even lighter than the clouds in the sky. At this time, the sun was covered with a colorful afterglow by clouds.
14 As the sunset sets, the orange light reflects everything, and the yellow Caragana is also changing the splendor of the sunset at this moment. The light shone into my heart so warmly that I couldn't help being fascinated by it.
15, when the sun goes down, it's not so dazzling. It is so big, so red, so round, hanging at the top of the tree. Looking at him, you will suddenly have endless fantasies, endless hopes and endless courage.
4. What is the poem "Farewell to Cambridge" describing a beautiful campus?
Xu zhimo now
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
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1, campus community:
Campus community is an important part of campus life. Every campus has a variety of campus clubs, from student unions to literary clubs.
2. Campus publications:
Campus journals are also essential on campus. They bear the campus culture, enrich students' campus life and serve as a platform for students to exchange literature or professional knowledge.
3. Campus life:
Campus is a place where students live and study, and all activities on campus belong to campus life. Most of campus life focuses on learning, supplemented by extracurricular activities, and follows the outline of quality education promulgated by the Ministry of Education to train qualified intellectuals for the society.
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5. What are the poems describing the beautiful campus? 1, night lights and chickens, it is time for men to read. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. -Tang Dynasty: Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion
2. It is difficult for a teenager to learn to be old, and an inch of time is not light. Before the sweet spring grass grows in the pond, the plane leaves in front of the steps have rustled in the autumn wind. -Song Zhu's Persuasion Poetry
3, hit a stone for fire, do not hit the yuan smokeless. It is unnatural to learn without learning. Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage. Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers? -Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's Persuasion
4, generous husband's name and price have been heard in ancient and modern times, but also out of the group. It will be said that Lingtou is idle, and there are still a few clouds hanging in the sunset. -Tang dynasty: a song of success.
5, study hard, firefly window thousands of books. Three winters are enough for today, and whoever laughs is empty. -Song Dynasty: Wang Zhu's diligence.
6, ten years to drive the sea cold, solitary minister here looking at Chen Luan. The frost is full of painstaking efforts, and the autumn leaves of Qianfeng are sprinkled. -Ming Dynasty: Qi Jiguang's "Wang Quetai"
7. I have been in the grass since I was a child, and now I gradually feel wormwood. Those trees that don't recognize that they can soar into the sky, until it enters the sky, people say it is tall. -Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe's Komatsu
8. I swam downwind to the North Sea for a few days and returned to the head of the Yangtze River. Just because you have a magnet in your heart doesn't mean that the South won't rest. -Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang's "Yangtze River"