Watch the sunrise in Jinshan
Lu you
Tie up the boat and float to Yushan. It is a wonder in the morning.
The river is wide when the sun breaks water.
Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates.
Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends.
The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but he sang about the autumn moon.
When Luofu came, the sea was rough and the night didn't stop.
Rising sun
Wang Changling
At the beginning of the day, the golden boudoir is clean and the bed is warm first.
Oblique light enters the screen, slightly pro-filament tube.
Clouds can't be combed, and flowers are fuller.
Chu Rizhao fenglou
Li Yuzhong
Chaoyang Smoke Hall, Chaoyang Candle Imperial Residence.
Broken chardonnay was born in jun, and the pavilion is beautiful.
The color of the line is even the threshold of Zhu, and the brightness is sparse.
In the winding morning scene, the morning in Guang Xiao was put out.
The fairy mountain is near, and Xuanfeng is at home.
As the Empress Dowager said, I traveled in a five-cloud car.
Chu Rizhao Huaqing Palace
Chaisu
At the beginning of Lingshan, you can see the palace from a distance.
The shadows are uneven and the light is dimly discernible.
Fresh harvest is soaring in the evening, and the atmosphere is full of clear Wan Li.
Lin Run Hot Springs have settled in, and the building is deep and the road is accessible.
The name of the poem is swaying, and the beads compose the bright moon suddenly.
When the harvest is lucky, she looks forward to it.
Noon:
Minnong
Li Shen
When weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped on the ground.
Who knows Chinese food,
Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.
Dusk:
Heartbroken in spring
The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
join the army
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.
Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
Give one of two songs on behalf of others.
Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Leyouyuan scenic spot
With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of my friends;
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Yamagata Xiaomei
All the fragrant people shook off their brilliance and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
Bu operator
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
A butterfly in love with flowers
There are weeping willows outside the building,
Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go.
Wandering catkins in the wind,
Follow the spring and see where to go.
Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu,
He is heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable.
Send wine to Chunchun Silence,
It rained at dusk.
Give birth to a son Yuanxi
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Night:
Spend the night on Jiande River.
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
Melancholy Qiu Si
Liu Yuxi
The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.
Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
2. Ask for a poem "Leyou Tombs" describing the sunset in the morning.
Author: Tang Li Shangyin
With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou.
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
Poetry criticism
The last two sentences of this poem are full of philosophy, which says that although things are good, they will die.
Chan Sing
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Birds stay in the forest, and the morning light returns to the east room.
Bronze stoves add morning fragrance, and sarong extinguishes residual candles.
After waking up, the wind recovered slightly and my eyes were full.
Sit up without thinking and kowtow for thirty-six.
How to break fast and drink a cup of mica porridge?
In the morning, I occasionally sing in the morning.
Year: Tang Author: Zhang Jiuling
The cold dew is clear in autumn and the sky is clear, and the distant mountains are panoramic.
People praise the land and birds love Xu Lin. With distant hearts, they bowed their heads and bound.
Yang Xiao thanked Han Yi, who was exhausted on the road. At the age of eight, Yong Fang took it with him and longed to go home.
If you have leisure, you can't bear the southern song.
Early morning rain
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
On a rainy morning, the first leaf smells. Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates with the clouds.
At present, the color of Chai Jing is lightly touched by birds and animals. Half of Musk Mountain didn't get all the points at noon.
Get up in the morning.
Year: Song Author: Lu You
On the first day, the light smoke is broken, and the shadow of pine and bamboo is scattered.
The old man began to burn incense and the boy went to the well.
Life is like flowing water, and I don't fall into the realm of horses and chariots.
I am willing to learn from Pang Gong, and the whole family is quiet.
Xiaobo hanyangdu
Year: Tang author:
When the moon sets near the ancient capital, Wuchang City is closed.
Clouds go from the sky and water comes from the grave. Parrot week, remember your talent.
Spring stroll
Year: Tang Author: Yang Shidao
In the morning, take a walk in the northern forest. The pond is full of grass, and the orchid trees attack you.
In the morning fog, spring birds grow among the flowers. The wild path is full of fragrance, and the bamboo shoots on the mountain steps are repeatedly invaded.
Don't repeat the peach color lightly, Li Zicheng Yin.
White Dew
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
The dew is sweet, and the horseshoe is scattered in the morning.
The garden is connected with stone trees and the boat crosses the river.
Just looking at the fish, the whip returned to the bird.
I didn't know that autumn is really beautiful until I came, and there are many hidden paths.
Yujiaao
The sky meets the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to dance in Qian Fan. It seems that the dream soul belongs to the emperor. When I smelled the sky, I asked politely where I was going. I have a long way to go. I am learning poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng was dismissed. When the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains! [ 1]
3. The poem describing dusk is 1, like a dream, a slender moon and a courtyard at dusk.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
In the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.
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In the courtyard at dusk, the bright moon is in the sky, and their love stories are constantly decreasing. Now, future lovers have known each other for a long time. I wonder if that person's heart is true? Still pretending? Old grievances and new love, old feelings and new grievances are intertwined, unclear and confusing. Who can see my sad thoughts, sleepless nights, red tears on my face and letters soaked in coral pillows?
2. At dusk, Yu Mei is listening to Chengtoujiao again.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
At dusk, listening to the corner of the city head again, I was in a bad mood. The initial boiling of the medicine furnace is short and green, and there is no lingering fragrance and half a trace of annoyance.
Affectionate since ancient times, the original disease, clear mirror cherish clear shadow. With a flick of a finger, tears fell like silk, and the Central Committee and Dongfeng Hugh sent jade people to know.
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At dusk, I heard the horn from Chengtou again. I can hardly sit up when I am sick, and I am in a bad mood. As soon as the medicine is boiled, the lamp and candle will emit a blue flame, and the burning incense will emit half a wisp of smoke, which will arouse infinite sadness.
Affectionate people have been sick since ancient times. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard face. Read one of your "words between your fingers" and tears will fall down at once. Please don't tell you that I miss you when I am sick.
3. Jiang Shenzi, it is still raining at dusk.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ancient preface: Xue Huai, Ambassador Zhu Kangshu, I also know what the ambassador thinks of me, so I wrote Jiang Shenzi to send it.
It is still raining at night. Open the curtain at dawn to flatten the eaves. The sky is low in the river, and there is nowhere to recognize the green curtain. Who will accompany me when I sit alone and sing frozen songs? Wipe away the sick eyes and twist off the beard.
Let your guests get drunk and tired. Crystal salt, sweet for whom? Holding plum blossoms, looking east at Tao Qian. Snow is like an old friend and people are like snow. Although cute, some people think it is.
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Yesterday evening, it was raining in Mao Mao. I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, only to find that the heavy snow was almost flush with the eaves. The river is wide and the sky is low, and the long white snow covers the wine flag of the riverside pub. I sat alone in the cold and recited poems. Who's with me? Wipe your dim eyes and stroke your aging beard.
You may be enjoying a feast. Who is this crystal clear snow for? I looked east with plum blossom in my hand, thinking about Tao Qian. Snow is like an old friend, and old friends are like snow. Although cute, I am afraid of being "suspected".
4. How deep are the flowers and the courtyard?
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
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The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers. Luxurious chariots and horses are parked in the place where aristocratic childe plays. She went upstairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the way to Zhangtai.
Spring is dusk, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how you hide the evening scenery, you can't keep spring. I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.
5, raw tea Yuan Xi
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. (Tears Wet: A Work: Full)
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Last year, the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month, the lights in the flower market were as bright as during the day.
The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk.
On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I never saw my old friend last year again, and tears soaked her clothes unconsciously.
4. Sentences describing morning, noon, evening and night
In the morning, all is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, and the morning light of dawn slowly awakens the sleeping creatures. The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but thinking of the past, the morning is refreshing and calm, and the clouds are clear. The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head and gradually fades into a faint blue smoke, bordering the horizon. A gentle mist rose from the river and the mountains were coated with a soft milky white. White fog makes everything hazy and psychedelic.
In the early morning, the street is very quiet. When the first ray of morning light came in through the mist, the small street ushered in a warm morning. At this time, everything in the small street was shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hung their heads and took a gentle bath in the morning light. Tall poplars spread their arms like strong young people; The wet grass gives off a faint green color. What a beautiful summer morning. After beginning of winter, the weather became cold. With the cold wind blowing, the yellow leaves fell into the arms of Mother Earth. The mountains in the distance have lost a lot of weight, the grass nearby has withered, and the branches are like naked puppets, twisting their bodies mechanically, as if to say goodbye to yesterday. Everywhere in the depression, everywhere in the yellow, which caused me infinite melancholy.
noon
It's sunny at noon, scorching sun at noon, scorching sun at noon, scorching sun at noon.
Noon: Police officer Otchumelov wears a new military coat and carries a small bag across the market square. He was followed by a policeman.
Tea, with brown-red hair and thick Luo, is full of confiscated gooseberry. The air was quiet.
Quiet. ..... There is not even a figure in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors and listlessly face the world created by God.
The world is like a hungry mouth. There is not even a begging bow near the store door.
In midsummer, the wind doesn't blow, the birds don't crow, the cows don't move, the valley is dead silent/the heat at noon, there is not a cloud in the sky, there is not a breeze in the space, the air seems to be stagnant/at noon, the scorching sun is on the head, weeds sleep in the heat, and no one dares to walk in the sun/at noon in this summer, the mirror-like water surface reflects strong sunlight, and the willows and poplars on the shore throw them into the river.
winter jasmine
The midday sun shines vertically. The Huanglei River is sparkling, the clear water surface shines like carp, and the water vapor floats to the villages along the river with the breeze. The roof of the village bathed in the warm sunshine in spring gives off a dry and burnt smell. The cool steam regulates the smell of dry coke, which makes people comfortable.
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Rickshaw Boy
Evening: Summer evening is warm and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; Wear colorful skirts, close your temples and gently hold them up; Elegant and elegant.
The sky is light blue, sometimes floating clouds, like white cotton wool. The breeze blows their soft bodies and sings softly all the way. When you look down at the roadside, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Looking up again, the cotton-like white clouds have become "ponytails" and scattered into the sky. ...
The sunset is like blood, and the sun is shining all over the sky.
I like summer nights best, beautiful and intoxicating, gorgeous! The fiery red cloud covered the western sky like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow background, with a faint orange red color; Add a light blue ribbon on the orange-red basis; One end of the ribbon is completely unfolded, and a wide bloody silk scarf gradually floats to the horizon ... thus setting off the sunset more bright red and gorgeous.
The distant mountains in the twilight are gloomy and magnificent. In the vast sea of people, I saw two poplars and pine trees standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, they looked more vigorous and tall. The swaying branches and leaves have a touch of sunset. I saw the mottled sunset hanging on the treetops and falling bit by bit. Quickly pick up the digital camera and freeze it at that moment; Bang! Beautiful silhouette-tree: like a man with indomitable spirit, he walked into my "shutter" ...
The mountains in the sunset are dignified and majestic, which fascinates me!
The night is getting darker, and the sunset finally can't stand the temper of time and falls in the valley. The top of the mountain swallowed the last ray of light. Looking at the sunset, I sighed, "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". The beautiful sunset is so spectacular, but it is a flash in the pan. Daytime replaces the sun and the moon. What about life? Everyone is from childhood, youth, maturity to old age. Where is everyone's sunset? Will it be so brilliant? Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, and youth never comes again!
The night darkened. I don't know when the budding meniscus has quietly hung in the sky. When the light is on, the neon lights are flashing. The corner that used to be sparsely populated is now crowded with people. Usually afraid of crowds, I bent down and ran to the secluded path to go home.
At this point, the streets are gradually full of people and traffic. The metropolis was plunged into a prosperous night. Bypassing the noise, I set foot on the path. There are soft weeping willows here; There is a faint scent of grass here, a thick cordate telosma here, and a charming fragrance floating in the evening breeze. ...
5. The poem describes dusk 1, [Tang] Rong Yu's "Parting"
Excerpts from the original text:
Holding hands with apricot branches, I never left.
After closing at dusk, I feel lonely.
Explanation:
Holding the branches and leaves of apricot flowers in his hand, he has never experienced parting. After closing at dusk, only you know your loneliness.
2.[ Tang]' s "Title Haiyan South Pavilion"
Excerpts from the original text:
At night, mandrill can talk, and Haiyan will come back at dusk.
Explanation:
It's late at night, ghosts in the mountains are talking, and it's dusk, and Haiyan has returned to her nest.
3, [Qing] Cao Xueqin's "Burying Flowers"
Excerpts from the original text:
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.
Explanation:
The cuckoo cries her blood and tears in obscurity, and the miserable dusk is coming. I went home with a flower hoe and closed the boudoir door.
4.[ Song] Lu You "Yongmei"
Excerpts from the original text:
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Explanation:
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.
5, [Tang]' s "Gift to the King"
Excerpts from the original text:
Only after dusk, there was a clear voice in the stream.
Explanation:
After dusk, the sound of playing green came from the river.
6. Write an early morning poem with the theme of morning and dusk: 1 You will write that in the first ray of sunshine in the morning, you will gently touch the sunshine and you will step lazily on the green grass. The freshness lingering in the morning breeze is the life endowed by nature to all things. Warm smiles are blooming on the dew, and people coming and going in the streets and alleys are all in this morning light, hurriedly looking for what expectations are hidden in their hearts. The yearning for life, maybe we never looked up. The blue sky hidden behind the clouds was a dream this morning, which gave us a little warmth. 2. I miss the dream you took away sooner or later, and the call flowing under the broken bridge wakes up the sleeping window. The morning light bathed in the pale and lonely mist, combed my hazy eyes, pushed the morning breakfast to the street, betrayed your footsteps and bribed the morning alarm clock. The drunken thoughts in full bloom, the stagnant river at night, the wounds washed pale by your crying in the morning, the thought of your quiet morning, your lingering fragrance, walking leisurely in the distance on the road outside the window, wondering if your morning is dark and confused. The twittering of birds awakens the gentle and intoxicating dream before dawn, and the happy scene in the dream endows this misty and gentle poem with the quiet and serene sunrise in the summer morning. Knocking on my heart window, the breeze gently falls on your window with white clouds, watching you sleep. I'm happy to stretch out your finger and gently brush away your fatigue. By the way, give you a sweet first kiss to dispel all your fatigue. I will play a song "The Taste of Summer" to make my thoughts fly. Although the lyrics are old, the melody is beautiful. White love jumps from high to low on the strings of love and has been melodious in my heart. Time passes slowly from my heart. There is no need to sigh. The world of mortals are all related, and the missed love is doomed to have no result. In fact, the loved love is still sincere, and the love that has not been shared will become a hammer in each other's hearts that will go through vicissitudes forever. I will beat every detail of getting along again and again until many years later. I believe it, the figure is still fresh, the melody is tapped on the keyboard, and several unknown poems and thoughts appear on the blue screen. Carefully write down the happiness you gave in the poem between the lines, weigh the rhyme at the end repeatedly, and give this love with tears ... dusk: 1 sound the flute of seagulls and cross the edge of dark clouds.
Suck the milk of the sea and nourish the desolation on the edge of Xiayi. Rowing in Xiaoxiao Ye, propping up a cold sail, paddles splashing the wings of dusk, and soaring with ripples.
Your deep and shallow footprints were left on the beach, and your cold and warm breath was painted with gold. The horn is playing the love songs of the past, and the misty rain stands on the other side.
Looking at the wind in the distance, I got a sleeve coat. Falling flowers are wet and dreaming.
The palm of the lotus leaf has the pulse of the cloud beating, and what creeps faintly is the miss of the moon. It' s like the wind passing through the grassland and melting, and the desolate and tipsy evening is squeezed into the half-opened window. Tears flowed quietly by amber candlelight. The white chrysanthemum in front of the window is quietly blooming in a clearly extinguished dream. I hid happiness and sadness. Before sunset, the distant mountains look in all directions, and the intoxicated happiness is quietly approaching the soil under your feet. Inclusive love is generous. The sunset began to fade. Life comes to a beautiful end. The residual temperature corroded the water and fire in the riverbed. In addition to alienation, I sat on the ground, my eyes fanned with desolate wings, and the flying sunshine penetrated the clouds, as if it had become deep and simple. The image of leisure time is calm, with her nose tilted to the ground and flying freely, while the passionate and prosperous girl is painted in the dusk and covered with red dowry. 3. Indigo in the distant mountains depicts eye shadow and beats the water waves on the stream. The most energetic chest man is chased back and forth by the generous iron backbone plated with the sunset glow. The old farmer hid in the clouds in a panic. He let out the light of the pipe from his mouth, making colorful noises. There is a hoe hanging on the shoulder and a shining moon is swaying. At sunset, Heipinker's stage fright aunt tinkled around the kitchen and cleaned it up. A smell of meat was bitten by the strong wind and lured by the smoke. The child's neck is engraved with the original human desire in twos and threes. Looking at the stars on the summer night mat to express my wishes for the future, vague shadows climb on the faces of my relatives, and my parents' crutches hold wrinkles, accumulating the length of life at dusk. I also sit in the evening, waiting for the heart of life to hang under the grape trellis and dry on the clothesline, so that time can travel in exile like a wild dog. Dusk is like a squid crawling in clothes, and the sunshine is precious. Might as well sit down and be bored for a long time.