A poem about midnight 1. What are the poems about late at night?
1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? . -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Explanation: The bright moonlight shines on enough paper, as if the ground had been frosted.
2. With the bow shadow on the moon, Shuang Hu plays the sword flower. -Li Bai's Six Poems of Xia Sai
Explanation: The moon bends into an arch at night, and the frost and snow in Alakazam condenses into flowers.
3. The sound of geese far exceeds that of Xiaoxiang, and the moon on the twelfth floor speaks for itself. -Wen's "Yao Sefen"
Commentary: The sound of geese flies far over Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines on the twelfth floor.
4. Stark blew the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. -Du Fu's Pavilion Night
Commentary: Before dawn, the local garrison has started to act, and the horn sounds tragic; The stars reflected in the Three Gorges water are swaying.
5. Recall the Mid-Autumn osmanthus flowers. The flowers are in the cup. The moon is in the cup. -Xin Qiji's "Cutting the Mid-Autumn Festival in January"
Commentary: Recalling the sunny Mid-Autumn Festival, I was among the fragrant osmanthus flowers. The flower shadows are reflected in the glass, and the moon waves are rippling in the glass.
6. Holding the baby home at night, I can't see anyone in Leng Yue. -Bai Juyi's Mourning for Xue Tai
Commentary: In the middle of the night, I returned to the yard with my youngest son in my arms. The cold moonlight shone in the empty room, and there was no one there.
7. In the middle of the night, Jiang Yue found Hui, and Song Yue, the water man, came back. -Ouyang Xiu's Sleeping in Yueyang
Commentary: It's late at night, the moonlight on the river is particularly bright, and there is the song of the boat when it comes home late.
8. The stars last night and the wind last night are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room. -Li Shangyin's Untitled Stars and Winds of Last Night.
Commentary: last night, the stars were shining, but there was a cool breeze in the middle of the night; Our banquet is located on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang.
9. The wind blows the ancient trees, it rains on sunny days, and the moon shines flat sand and frost on summer nights. -Bai Juyi's Looking at the Xijiang River
Commentary: On a sunny day, the wind blows the old trees and rustles as if it were raining. On a summer night, the moonlight is everywhere, just like autumn frost.
10. The quiet night is heavy, floating and hazy, and the cold soaks into the moon. -Qiu Chuji's "No Vulgarity, Xu Ling Palace Pear Flower Ci"
Commentary: Pear blossoms quietly in the moonlit night, and in the quiet night when the twilight is heavy and the world is vast.
1 1. There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Turn around the tree three times, what branches can you rely on? -Cao Cao's "Short Songs"
Commentary: The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are sparse, and the black magpie is looking for support and flying south. Fly around the tree three times, I wonder if I can lean on that branch?
12. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock. -Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon; Walking in the middle of Huangsha Road at night. "
Explanation: There are faint clouds floating in the sky, twinkling stars appearing from time to time, and there is light rain in front of the mountain. We want to cross the stream from the small bridge to avoid the rain.
13. My body sleeps alone, and the full moon is not round. -Wang's "Pinglan funeral march"
Explanation: I sleep alone, and the full moon at night is not round.
14. I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight. -Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights Full Moon Send to Du Langzhong
Commentary: Tonight, people all over the world are looking up at the bright moon. I wonder whose home this autumn will fall to?
15. The clock in the ancient temple is sparse, and the moon hangs in the distance. -Li He's Thirteen Songs of the South Garden
Commentary: The night fog gradually dispersed, and a narrow path winding among green trees suddenly became clear as the sky turned brighter.
2. Poems about midnight
(1) spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, when the sun set in the sky (Meng Haoran), the valley was hazy.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought 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.
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? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.
The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.
Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.
Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.
The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.
Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? 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 a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.
The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.
More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and snow and frost turn the cold hovering nights white.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.
People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.
The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.
That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.
Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of two or three fragrant autumn hairs, and look at the bright moon dish.
My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
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 returns to people in the snowy night. Qu Xia (Lulun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses and carrying heavy snow, chasing them on our bows and swords. Sai Qu Xia (played by Lu Lun) is frightened by the dark grass, and the general draws his bow at night. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
The dangerous building of the overnight mountain temple (Li Bai) is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your bare hands. Dare not speak loudly, for fear of scaring people.
3. Sentences that can't sleep in the middle of the night
1, sudden fear occupied all my sleepiness. I lingered uneasily on the edge of dreaming and waking, struggling in a dream full of formalin like a dying patient. 2. Is insomnia a disease? If so, it may have been cured by a doctor. 3. I have personal feelings in the face of insomnia. I believe that it is a great pity that people can't have a good sleep every day in their lives. Is to lose the enjoyment of life, that is, the meaning of life has not been more complete romance. 4. The consequences of insomnia are almost the same, they are all unable to sleep, they are all in a trance, and they are all mentally exhausted. 5. The sleepless night is the purest silence. 6. Waiting for a meteor friend When I made a wish, I lost my dream mood on a lonely night because of your insomnia, but I never dreamed again. Only then did I admit that I was lovesick. 1.8. When a cat walked silently through my night, insomnia began to haunt me. 9. I have been insomnia for a long time, but I still think I miss you. When my body began to hurt again, I endured it and forced myself not to think about you anymore. 5438+00. Tears will always flow in eyes inadvertently, every sleepless night. It often makes me lose the spirit and vitality of being a man, and often makes me unable to enjoy the happiness of life. I couldn't sleep last night. The silent night, the lonely dawn, the dull rain outside the window, followed the rhythm of the beat and knocked on my heart again and again. Let me forget my difficult situation in the activity, keep it up and bravely be a strong fighter suffering from insomnia. Insomnia should not be a disease, but it is not a disease, but it makes many people suffering from insomnia suffer from torture, destruction and suffering. This kind of torture, destruction and suffering is worse than illness, and it makes people more depressed and overwhelmed than ordinary diseases. 15, there is a feeling that when they are always insomnia, their home has sheltered them from the biting wind, rain and frost, and their friends have sent them.