Poetry about the evening 1. Poems about quiet birds in the evening.
Tao Yuanming's poem Gui Xi Ci describes a quiet bird in the evening.
"Clouds come out of the hole unintentionally, and birds are tired of flying. The scenery is rushing in, caressing Gu Song and lingering. "
"Come home to Xi Ci" is a lyric poem by Tao Yuanming, a writer in the Jin and Song Dynasties, and it is also a declaration of resigning from his post and returning home. This article was written at the beginning of the author's resignation, describing his life interest and inner feelings after his resignation, showing his understanding of officialdom and thinking about life, and expressing his spiritual understanding of leading an honest and clean life.
By describing specific scenes and activities, the work creates a quiet, comfortable, pleasant and natural artistic conception, and entrusts his life ideal. The language is simple, expressive, ingenious and refined, with sincere feelings, far-reaching artistic conception and strong appeal. The structural arrangement is rigorous and thorough, the prose sequence focuses on narration, and the verse and fu are full of lyricism, each performing its own duties, becoming a "double beauty" trend.
2. Poetry about the night.
1, Leyou Tomb
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
2. "Slow voice search"
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Translation: Empty and unprincipled, cold and desolate, sad and miserable, heartbreaking. How to rest when you feel warm and cold? Drinking three glasses of light wine can't resist its urgency and the cold wind blowing in the evening. The geese who have gone to the south to escape the cold have already flown, but sadly, they are old acquaintances. Deny one's hometown.
The chrysanthemums are all yellow, and I am sad and haggard. Have no intention of appreciating flowers and cherishing them. Now that the flowers are fading, who can pick them? Look at the window to see the time, look at the window to see the time, I hope it's not dark. It was drizzling on the plane blades, and it was still dripping at dusk. How can this situation be described by a sad sentence?
3. "Spring Complaint"
Tang Dynasty: Liu
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.
Outside the screen window, the sun fades and the dusk gradually falls; Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears. The courtyard is empty, and the spring scenery is about to disappear; Pear flower falls fell all over the floor, and the door closed mercilessly.
4. "Drunken Flower Shade, Fog and Thick Clouds, Worried for Ever"
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Fog, thick clouds, life is very boring. Long Xianxiang shines brightly in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body. I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.
5. "Yuan, the original inspector"
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.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month last year, 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 the same as last year. Never see last year's lover again, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears.
3. What is the poem describing "dusk"?
1, the apricot blossoms are cold in the evening upstairs. XieYue xiaozhu quick laugh. A Shuang Yanzi, two lines of geese, painted with a broken horn. -Song: Ruan read "If the eyes are charming, the apricot blossoms upstairs are cold in the evening"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Looking up at the building at dusk, I saw apricot blossoms slightly cold, and a bright moon reflected the railing of the small building. As soon as Shuang Yanzi came back, two lines of geese flew north, and the horn sounded intermittently in the distance.
2, a painting of the corner door, half-time crescent dusk, Li Xueshan waterfront. Bamboo fence and the hut in the fence, in an obscure village, are quiet and harmonious. —— Yuan Dynasty: Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Winter"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: On a winter evening, the city gate rang lightly, a crescent moon hung in the air, and the water in front of the snowy mountain was slow. The bamboo fence and the hut in the fence are quiet and harmonious in this remote village.
I took the shadow of dusk and walked through the music friends' tombs. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. -Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Le You Tomb.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: unhappy at night, driving to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
4, the grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. -Tang Dynasty: Yan Lu's "Shepherd Boy"
Interpretation of the vernacular: the vast grassland is like being laid on the ground, and there are grasslands everywhere. The intermittent melodious flute of the shepherd boy was faintly heard in the evening breeze. After dinner, at sunset, the shepherd boy came back from the pasture. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, but just lay on the grass and looked at the full moon in the sky.
5, the screen window is getting sunset, and no one in the golden house sees tears. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. -Tang Dynasty: Liu's "Spring Complaint"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the sunshine outside the screen window fades and the dusk gradually falls; Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears. The courtyard is empty, and the spring scenery is about to disappear; Pear flower falls fell all over the floor, and the door closed mercilessly.
4. Sing the poems of the night
Half the river rustles and half the river is red.
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
Sang Yu, don't be late, because there are still clouds all over the sky.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave the sunset among the flowers.
When will the sunset come back? Helpless, let the flowers fall, Yan returns, deja vu.
Gu Teng old trees faint crow, small bridges flowing water, ancient roads and fine horses, the sun sets, heartbroken people all over the world.
The flat forest is vast and smoky, and the cold mountain area is compassionate.
On a cool night, the moonlight blooms, and I miss the shadow of Lou Yuyao's shop. The sky shines on Qinhuai.
Zhu Lan alone at dusk, southwest crescent.
Attach two favorite songs.