1. Poems describing dusk
1) Looking at the autumn grass alone, the savages plow the sunset. ——Chu Sizong's "Nanpi Yuanwang"
2) The east wind is getting stronger and the sun is setting, and a peach tree will bloom for several days. ——Lai Hu's "Cherishing Flowers"
3) Picking mulberries on the spring road, stepping on the grass in the sunset. ——Li Duan's "Spring Recreation"
4) The sad guest is in the leaf boat, when the sun sets over the flowers. ——Cen Shen's "Huandongshan Luoshang"
5) Reminiscent of Xin'an County in the south, thousands of mountains with the setting sun. ——Huangfu Zeng's "Send to Mr. Liu, Foreign Minister"
6) The setting sun smokes the fine grass, and the river reflects the sparse curtains. ——Du Fu's "Wan Qing"
7) The mist spreads over the autumn water, and the rain falls in the setting sun. ——Du Mu's "Autumn Skies Send Far Away"
8) When a guest comes looking for the morning chime, the monk returns with the setting sun on his back. ——Cui Dong, "Climbing the Kaishan Temple in Jiangshan Mountain"
9) The Gengmao River is on the level autumn bank, closed to the sunset. ——"Sending Hu Xiaoshu back to the river with full rank"
10) The sound of cicadas in the mangrove trees fills the sunset, and it hurts each other to send each other off. ——Yuan Zhen's "Farewell to Lu Kan"
11) The flowing clouds accompany the flying geese, and the rosy clouds fall in love with the setting sun. Thousands of valleys are covered with green pines and green trees, and in front of the court are thousands of flowers. ——Hu Bingyan's "Evening Scene"
12) Outside the rain in Jiangcun, beside the sunset in the wild temple. ——Cen Shen's "Late Fa Wudu" 2. Poems describing dusk
Dusk Li by Tang Bai Juyi At dusk, in front of the independent Buddhist hall, the ground is full of locust flowers and the trees are full of cicadas.
Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and autumn is the time when the heart breaks. Spring Village by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty In February, the village garden is warm, and the hooves fly among the mulberry trees.
Farmers pound old grain, silkworm concubines pray for new clothes. The cattle and horses are far away due to the wind, and the chickens and dolphins are few and far between.
On the road under the forest at dusk, the gods return while playing drums and flutes. Looking at Jiangzhou by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty When Jiang Hui saw Shuanghuabiao, he knew it was Xiguo Gate in Xunyang.
Three or four miles into the boat, water smoke, sand and rain are approaching dusk. Lagerstroemia by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Sir Silun's writing is quiet, and the carvings in the bell and drum towers are long.
Who is my companion when I sit alone at dusk? Ziweihua versus Ziwei Lang. The Moon on the Sand by Tang Bao Rong At dusk, the tide falls in the south and the sand becomes bright. The moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow clears.
The water quality is not good and the smoke is not flowing, and the jade fields are flat, cold and empty. Sitting Alone by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. His head turns white with sadness, and he leans on his stick to carry the lonely city.
The river is coming out of Zhuzhou, and the sky is empty and the scenery is clear. Cangming declined and declined, and Zhu Fu lost his life.
I admire the dusk bird and throw myself into the forest feathers. Back Photo by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty It is dusk in the north of the Chu Palace, and rain marks are passing by in the west of Baidi City.
The reflection enters the river and climbs over the stone wall, returning to the clouds and trees in the lost mountain village. If you suffer from lung disease in old age, you can just sit back and sleep high. When you are exhausted and worried, you will close the door early.
Don’t leave the jackals and tigers in chaos for long, for there are indeed unawakened souls in the south. Guiyan, Du Mu, Tang Dynasty. The painting hall is noisy with singing and dancing, and no one comes and goes when going to the club.
I have been accompanying you in the river tower for a long time, and I am still waiting to lean on the railing at dusk. The crows by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty are turning again and again, and the cold smoke is rising at dusk.
Mao deceives the Queen's hair, and her voice touches Chu Ji's strings. Under the wind, the wind spreads across the ramparts, and the wings sleep in the frost forest.
Just like traveling to the west, there is no chance of having a gray head. Broken Flowers by Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty The lingering clouds and lingering snow are still there, and the withering fragrance is still endless.
The melancholy is white under the moon at dusk, and the branches are red after the Qingming rain. There are thousands of pieces of grass under the trees, and there are several branches on the wall that are empty due to the strong wind.
In the sad place of Xiyuan today, I sing a song about water facing the east. Wuqiqu by Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty White horses chase red chariots, entering a narrow slope at dusk.
In the narrow and slanting willow tree, the crows are fighting for a place, and the branches are not able to fly up to the house. The young wife and son-in-law of the east house are in the army, and they know the night every time they hear the crow of the blackbird.
Deng Le Youyuan Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty felt unwell in the evening and drove to the ancient plain. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
Falling Flowers by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty The remaining red color attracts the poetry demon, but nostalgia for the past leads to feelings. The moon has half fallen on the copper platform, and the wind is blowing in the golden valley.
The flowing water swirls leisurely, and the pieces lightly stick to the short grass. Unexpectedly, the long door is locked and the drizzle is gentle at dusk.
Shake Down Tang Weizhuang Shake Down In autumn, it is easy to wake up from wine, and the sadness is like parting. At dusk, I lean on the pillar and don't go home, the sound of wind and rain breaks through the green lotus.
Looking out at the Jiangting Pavilion at night. Questions about the Tang and Song Dynasties. The vastness is soaked in the roots of clouds, and the haze leaves the distant village. There are traces of birds returning to the sand, and no traces of sails crossing the waves.
Looking at the water will reveal its softness, looking at the mountains will make you lose your soul. The indulgence has not ended yet, and it is already dusk when I return to my horse.
Autumn Look at the Long Stream by Tang Yanqian of the Tang Dynasty Liu Duansha flows in the long stream, and the mist of rain and mist stands at the head of the stream. The jackdaw flashes away towards the mountain, and Du Qu is sad alone at dusk.
Spring Sorrow Weizhuang Tang Dynasty Spring Sorrow is about to break the soul, and I can’t bear the fragrant grass to miss my king and grandson. The fallen flowers are silent and it rains at dusk. No one is leaning against the door in the deep courtyard.
Qiu Huai by Yong Tao of the Tang Dynasty The ancient locust trees are filled with thin smoke and the crows are sad at night, standing alone in the ditch at dusk. Looking at the southern country, I thought about it far away, and a new group of geese went to Tingzhou.
Loneliness Tang Zhenggu Jiangjun is a sparsely populated village, and the weather for outings is almost dusk. Spring sorrow can turn into drunkenness, with tears and wine stains on clothes.
Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden by Song Linbu The flowers are swaying and the beauty is alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul. Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need to use the sandalwood board to seal the gold bottle.
Love in the Autumn Night by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty The slender new moon hangs at dusk, and people want to die in the secluded boudoir. The paper is unpacked and revised again, and the wine glass is hesitantly raised but revisited.
The lights and flowers take away the burning thoughts, and the long sleeves are used to wipe away the traces of tears. It is regrettable that there are too many romantic affairs and not enough, but you must know that love is the root of sorrow.
Huanxisha Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The spring light is cold and the weather is cold, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet.
Slow-voiced Song Li Qingzhao Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.
Three glasses of wine and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him in the evening? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit.
This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! Drunk Flower Yin by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The mist is thick and the clouds are sorrowful forever, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul.
The west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang Returns Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The faint fragrance floats on the moon at dusk.
There is a spring tree in front of the hall. Why does the east wind blow into the west?
My son’s house is often closed. Snow skin is cold, jade face is true.
The cheek powder is not evenly applied. I broke off the flowers and wanted to send them to the people in Lingtou.
Sunset clouds in the south of the Yangtze River. Poppy Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Bing Ji was born thin.
That’s after the flight. The sun is long and the curtains are long, looking at the dusk.
At dusk, I am in ecstasy. You also know that lovesickness is painful.
How can I bear to abandon my slave? Pass the mountain without hesitation.
I'm afraid it's easier to say goodbye to a man than to meet him. Like a dream, Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty. In the courtyard at dusk in the slender moon, the words are dense, the teachings are drunk and shallow.
Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears. 3. Poems describing dusk
1. [Tang Dynasty] "Farewell" by Rong Yu
Excerpt from the original text:
Holding an apricot branch in my hand, I have never been separated.
Behind the closed door at dusk, I know my loneliness.
Definition:
Holding the branches and leaves of apricot blossoms in my hands, I have never experienced separation. After closing the door at dusk, only you know your loneliness.
2. [Tang Dynasty] Zhang Hu's "Inscription on Haiyannan Pavilion"
Excerpt from the original text:
Mandrills speak in the dark night, and sea swallows return at dusk.
Definition:
When the night is dark, the ghosts in the mountains are talking, and at dusk, the petrels also return to their nests.
3. [Qing Dynasty] Cao Xueqin's "Ode to Buried Flowers"
Excerpt from the original text:
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door.
Definition:
The cuckoo weeps all its blood and tears in obscurity, and the miserable dusk is coming. Carrying the flower hoe, I endured the pain and went back, closing the deep door of my boudoir.
4. [Song Dynasty] "Bu Suanzi Ode to the Plum Blossoms" by Lu You
Excerpt from the original text:
It is dusk and I am sad alone, with more wind and rain.
Interpretation:
Dusk falls, and the plum blossoms are helpless. They are already sad enough, but they are also destroyed by wind and rain.
5. [Tang Dynasty] Yu Hu's "The Gift to the King"
Excerpt from the original text:
Only after dusk, the sound of chimes was heard in the stream.
Interpretation:
Only after dusk can the sound of chimes be heard from the river. 4. Ancient poems describing dusk
1. "Huanxisha·The jade bowl drips with dew in the cold" Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
The jade bowl drips with dew in the cold, the powder melts and the fragrant snow shines through yarn. The makeup on your face at night is better than lotus flowers.
The temples are about to welcome the moon, and the red wine is beginning to appear on the face. A spring dream. The sun is setting in the west.
Translation: The jade bowl in the boudoir is filled with crystal clear ice, and the water droplets condensed on the edge of the bowl are like dew. The beauty's pink sweat is slightly melted, revealing her fragrant and white body through the light gauze; her delicate face with heavy makeup in the evening is even better than a gorgeous lotus. The slightly drooped hair after dressing up complements the moon between her eyebrows; the reddish wine halo falls on her cheeks like morning glow. Waking up from day sleep and dreaming, the sun sets in the west. It turns out that all this is the result of waking up from a spring dream.
2. "Qingpingle·Rain, Clear Smoke, and Night" Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Rain, Clear Smoke, and Night. The new pool of green water is full. Swallows fly to the Weeping Willow Courtyard, and the curtains of the small pavilion are rolled high.
I lean against Zhulan alone at dusk. Southwest crescent eyebrow. The flowers are falling and the wind is blowing, and the clothes are especially cold in spring.
Translation: It clears up after the rain, light smoke fills the air in the evening, and the green spring water fills the new pond. The swallows flew back to the courtyard where the willow trees drooped, and the curtains in the small attic were rolled up high. At dusk, I leaned against the red railing alone, with a crescent moon hanging like an eyebrow in the southwest sky. The fallen flowers on the steps were flying in the wind, and Luo Yi looked particularly cold.
3. "Eye Mei·The apricot blossoms are cold at dusk upstairs" Song Dynasty: Ruan Yue
The apricot blossoms are cold at dusk upstairs. The slanting moon is small.
A pair of swallows, two rows of geese, the sound of the horns is faint.
The people in Qichuang shed tears in the spring breeze. It should also look like the old days, filled with autumn water and light spring mountains.
Translation: When I climbed up the building at dusk, I saw apricot flowers blooming in the slight cold, and the slanting moon reflected the railings of the small building. A pair of swallows returned, two rows of wild geese flew north, and intermittent horn sounds came from the distance. In front of the gorgeous window, a beautiful woman stands in the spring breeze, silent and full of sorrow. As in the past, your eyes should be as clear as autumn water, and your eyebrows should be as beautiful as spring mountains.
4. "Ru Meng Ling·Fixy Moon Dusk Courtyard" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
"Fixy Moon Dusk Courtyard", the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.
Translation: In the courtyard at dusk, with the moon in the sky, the two of them kept talking about their love, and their drunkenness gradually faded away. Now, the lovers have met each other for a long time. I wonder if it is true love in people's hearts? Or is it fake? Old hatreds and new loves, old feelings and new resentments are intertwined and cannot be explained clearly, and they are still chaotic. Who can see me sad and longing, sleepless for a long time, my face red and full of tears, soaking my coral pillow?
5. "The Poppy: Listening to the Corner of the City Again at Dusk" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Listening to the Corner of the City again at dusk, I became ill and felt bad. When the medicine furnace first boils, it is short and green, without the residual fragrance and half a ray of emotion.
Passionate people have been prone to illness since ancient times, and a clear mirror pities the clear shadow. With a snap of the fingers, tears flowed like silk, and the east wind stopped sending beauties to know.
Translation: At dusk, I heard the sound of horns coming from the top of the city again. Being ill, I reluctantly sat up and was in a bad mood. The medicine has just been boiled, the lamps and candles are emitting a green flame, and the incense that is about to burn out emits half a wisp of green smoke, which evokes infinite sadness. Since ancient times, passionate people have always been sick. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard appearance. Reading a sentence of your "Flicking the Fingers", tears suddenly fell down. Please don't tell Dongfeng how much I missed you when I was ill. 5. What are the poems praising dusk?
1. "Deng Le Yuyuan" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
2. "Huanxi Sand" by Anonymous of the Song Dynasty
Ranran Feiyun horizontally draws the lantern. At dusk, mist and rain fill the river. The fragrance of Xiaomei is so shallow that it can't help but feel cold.
The curtains are not rolled up in the gentle breeze upstairs, and all the red wine is gone, leaving all the makeup left in the day. The beauty looked at it sideways.
3. "Huanxi Sand" by Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty
The lights upstairs are so deep that the door is closed. Meng Yun returns without leaving a trace. A few years ago, the fragrant grass recalled the king and his grandson.
The sky is still green facing the sun, so let’s lean into the dusk. It's easy to forget where you came from.
4. Su Shi of the Song Dynasty's "Red Lips·The Fragrance of Red Apricots"
The fragrance of red apricots floats, and the willows contain smoke and green leaves trail lightly. Zhuhu by the water. All the twilight rain.
The shadow of the candle shakes the wind, and a pillow hurts the mood of spring. Can't go back. Where is Fenglou? The grass loses its way back.
5. Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"
On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears. 6. Poems about dusk
Dusk Li by Tang Bai Juyi In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is full of locust flowers and trees full of cicadas.
Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and autumn is the time when the heart breaks. Spring Village by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty In February, the village garden is warm, and the hooves fly among the mulberry trees.
Farmers pound old grain, silkworm concubines pray for new clothes. The cattle and horses are far away due to the wind, and the chickens and dolphins are few and far between.
On the road under the forest at dusk, the gods return while playing drums and flutes. Looking at Jiangzhou by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty When Jiang Hui saw Shuanghuabiao, he knew it was Xiguo Gate in Xunyang.
Three or four miles into the boat, water smoke, sand and rain are approaching dusk. Lagerstroemia by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Sir Silun's writing is quiet, and the carvings in the bell and drum towers are long.
Who is my companion when I sit alone at dusk? Ziweihua versus Ziwei Lang. The Moon on the Sand by Tang Bao Rong At dusk, the tide falls in the south and the sand becomes bright. The moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow clears.
The water quality is not good and the smoke is not flowing, and the jade fields are flat, cold and empty. Sitting Alone by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. His head turns white with sadness, and he leans on his stick to carry the lonely city.
The river is coming out of Zhuzhou, and the sky is empty and the scenery is clear. Cangming declined and declined, and Zhu Fu lost his life.
I admire the dusk bird and throw myself into the forest feathers. Back Photo by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty It is dusk in the north of the Chu Palace, and rain marks are passing by in the west of Baidi City.
The reflection enters the river and climbs over the stone wall, returning to the clouds and trees in the lost mountain village. If you suffer from lung disease in old age, you can just sit back and sleep high. When you are exhausted and worried, you will close the door early.
Don’t leave the jackals and tigers in chaos for long, for there are indeed unawakened souls in the south. Guiyan, Du Mu, Tang Dynasty. The painting hall is noisy with singing and dancing, and no one comes and goes when going to the club.
I have been accompanying you in the river tower for a long time, and I am still waiting to lean on the railing at dusk. The crows by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty are turning again and again, and the cold smoke is rising at dusk.
Mao deceives the Queen's hair, and her voice touches Chu Ji's strings. Under the wind, the wind spreads across the ramparts, and the wings sleep in the frost forest.
Just like Journey to the West, head. Standing at Dusk by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty At dusk, in front of the independent Buddhist hall, the ground is covered with locust flowers and the trees are covered with cicadas.
Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and autumn is the time when the heart breaks. Spring Village by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty In February, the village garden is warm, and the hooves fly among the mulberry trees.
Farmers pound old grain, silkworm concubines pray for new clothes. The cattle and horses are far away due to the wind, and the chickens and dolphins are few and far between.
On the road under the forest at dusk, the gods return while playing drums and flutes. Looking at Jiangzhou by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty When Jiang Hui saw Shuanghuabiao, he knew it was Xiguo Gate in Xunyang.
Three or four miles into the boat, water smoke, sand and rain are approaching dusk. Lagerstroemia by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Sir Silun's writing is quiet, and the carvings in the bell and drum towers are long.
Who is my companion when I sit alone at dusk? Ziweihua versus Ziwei Lang. The Moon on the Sand by Tang Bao Rong At dusk, the tide falls in the south and the sand becomes bright. The moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow clears.
The water quality is not good and the smoke is not flowing, and the jade fields are flat, cold and empty. Sitting Alone by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. His head turns white with sadness, and he leans on his stick to carry the lonely city.
The river is coming out of Zhuzhou, and the sky is empty and the scenery is clear. Cangming declined and declined, and Zhu Fu lost his life.
I admire the dusk bird and throw myself into the forest feathers. Back Photo by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty It is dusk in the north of the Chu Palace, and rain marks are passing by in the west of Baidi City.
The reflection enters the river and climbs over the stone wall, returning to the clouds and trees in the lost mountain village. If you suffer from lung disease in old age, you can just sit back and sleep high. When you are exhausted and worried, you will close the door early.
Don’t leave the jackals and tigers in chaos for long, for there are indeed unawakened souls in the south. Guiyan, Du Mu, Tang Dynasty. The painting hall is noisy with singing and dancing, and no one comes and goes when going to the club.
I have been accompanying you in the river tower for a long time, and I am still waiting to lean on the railing at dusk. The crows by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty are turning again and again, and the cold smoke is rising at dusk.
Mao deceives the Queen's hair, and her voice touches Chu Ji's strings. Under the wind, the wind spreads across the ramparts, and the wings sleep in the frost forest.
Just like traveling to the west, there is no chance of having a gray head. Broken Flowers by Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty The lingering clouds and lingering snow are still there, and the withering fragrance is still endless.
The melancholy is white under the moon at dusk, and the branches are red after the Qingming rain. There are thousands of pieces of grass under the trees, and there are several branches on the wall that are empty due to the strong wind.
In the sad place of Xiyuan today, I sing a song about water facing the east. Wuqiqu by Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty White horses chase red chariots, entering a narrow slope at dusk.
In the narrow and slanting willow tree, the crows are fighting for a place, and the branches are not able to fly up to the house. The young wife and son-in-law of the east house are in the army, and they know the night every time they hear the crow of the blackbird.
Deng Le Youyuan Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty felt unwell in the evening and drove to the ancient plain. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
Falling Flowers by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty The remaining red color attracts the poetry demon, but nostalgia for the past leads to feelings. The moon has half fallen on the copper platform, and the wind is blowing in the golden valley.
The flowing water swirls leisurely, and the pieces lightly stick to the short grass. Unexpectedly, the long door is locked and the drizzle is gentle at dusk.
Shake Down Tang Weizhuang Shake Down In autumn, it is easy to wake up from wine, and the sadness is like parting. At dusk, I lean on the pillar and don't go home, the sound of wind and rain breaks through the green lotus.
Looking out at the Jiangting Pavilion at night. Questions about the Tang and Song Dynasties. The vastness is soaked in the roots of clouds, and the haze leaves the distant village. There are traces of birds returning to the sand, and no traces of sails crossing the waves.
Looking at the water will reveal its softness, looking at the mountains will make you lose your soul. The indulgence has not ended yet, and it is already dusk when I return to my horse.
Autumn Look at the Long Stream by Tang Yanqian of the Tang Dynasty Liu Duansha flows in the long stream, and the mist of rain and mist stands at the head of the stream. The jackdaw flashes away towards the mountain, and Du Qu is sad alone at dusk.
Spring Sorrow Weizhuang Tang Dynasty Spring Sorrow is about to break the soul, and I can’t bear the fragrant grass to miss my king and grandson. The fallen flowers are silent and it rains at dusk. No one is leaning against the door in the deep courtyard.
Qiu Huai by Yong Tao of the Tang Dynasty The ancient locust trees are filled with thin smoke and the crows are sad at night, standing alone in the ditch at dusk. Looking at the southern country, I thought about it far away, and a new group of geese went to Tingzhou.
Loneliness Tang Zhenggu Jiangjun is a sparsely populated village, and the weather for outings is almost dusk. Spring sorrow can turn into drunkenness, with tears and wine stains on clothes.
Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden by Song Linbu The flowers are swaying and the beauty is alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul. Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need to use the sandalwood board to seal the gold bottle.
Love in the Autumn Night by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty The slender new moon hangs at dusk, and people want to die in the secluded boudoir. The paper is unpacked and revised again, and the wine glass is hesitantly raised but revisited.
The lights and flowers take away the burning thoughts, and the long sleeves are used to wipe away the traces of tears. It is regrettable that there are too many romantic affairs and not enough, but you must know that love is the root of sorrow.
Huanxisha Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The spring light is cold and the weather is cold, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet.
Slow-voiced Song Li Qingzhao Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.
Three glasses of wine and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him in the evening? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit.
This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! Drunk Flower Yin by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The mist is thick and the clouds are sorrowful forever, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul.
The west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang Returns Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The faint fragrance floats on the moon at dusk.
There is a spring tree in front of the hall. Why does the east wind blow into the west?
My son’s house is often closed. Snow skin is cold, jade face is true.
The cheek powder is not evenly applied. I broke off the flowers and wanted to send them to the people in Lingtou.
Sunset clouds in the south of the Yangtze River. Poppy Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Bing Ji was born thin.
That’s after the flight. The sun is long and the curtains are long, looking at the dusk.
At dusk, I am in ecstasy. You also know that lovesickness is painful.
How can I bear to abandon my slave? Pass the mountain without hesitation.
I'm afraid it's easier to say goodbye to a man than to meet him. Like a dream, Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty. In the courtyard at dusk in the slender moon, the words are dense, the teachings are drunk and shallow.
Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears. 7. Poems describing dusk and sunset
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, it is almost dusk, the setting clouds and lonely birds are flying together, the autumn water is the same color as the long sky.
"Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" by Wang Bo The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. "Tian Jing Sha. Autumn Thoughts" Ma Zhiyuan The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river.
"Envoy to the Fortress" Wang Wei The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. "Deng Le Yu Yuan" by Li Shangyin The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.
"Climbing the Stork Tower" by Wang Zhihuan The slanting light pulses with flowing water. Wen Tingyun's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River" Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, leaving the city closed.
"The Proud Fisherman" by Fan Zhongyan The sky is blue and the autumn water is green, and the clouds are red with the setting sun. Zhao Yi's "Twilight Return from Taihu Lake" A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Dusk River" The sky is long and the sun is setting far away, the water is clear and cold waves flow. Li Bai's "Climbing the New Pinglou" Mo Daobi's peach blossoms are so beautiful, and the sunset outside Dianshan Lake is red.
Su Manshu's "Wumen" Two poles are on the Sunset Creek Bridge, half a wisp of light smoke is reflected in the willow shadow. Du Mu's "Two Occasional Poems in Qi'an County" The sun sets on the flat sand in the wild west, and the stars on Longshan rise high and then fall low.
"Miscellaneous Songs·No. 1 Water Melody Song" The setting sun is on the curtain hook, and the spring scenery is quiet by the stream. Du Fu's "Sunset" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is covered with locust flowers and the trees are covered with cicadas.
Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and autumn is the time when the heart breaks. Spring Village by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty In February, the village garden is warm, and the hooves fly among the mulberry trees.
Farmers pound old grain, silkworm concubines pray for new clothes. The cattle and horses are far away due to the wind, and the chickens and dolphins are few and far between.
On the road under the forest at dusk, the gods return while playing drums and flutes. Looking at Jiangzhou by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty When Jiang Hui saw Shuanghuabiao, he knew it was Xiguo Gate in Xunyang.
Three or four miles into the boat, water smoke, sand and rain are approaching dusk. Lagerstroemia by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Sir Silun's writing is quiet, and the carvings in the bell and drum towers are long.
Who is my companion when I sit alone at dusk? Ziweihua versus Ziwei Lang. The Moon on the Sand by Tang Bao Rong At dusk, the tide falls in the south and the sand becomes bright. The moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow clears.
The water quality is not good and the smoke is not flowing, and the jade fields are flat, cold and empty. Sitting Alone by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. His head turns white with sadness, and he leans on his stick to carry the lonely city.
The river is coming out of Zhuzhou, and the sky is empty and the scenery is clear. Cangming declined and declined, and Zhu Fu lost his life.
I admire the dusk bird and throw myself into the forest feathers. Back Photo by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty It is dusk in the north of the Chu Palace, and rain marks are passing by in the west of Baidi City.
The reflection enters the river and climbs over the stone wall, returning to the clouds and trees in the lost mountain village. If you suffer from lung disease in old age, you can just sit back and sleep high. When you are exhausted and worried, you will close the door early.
Don’t leave the jackals and tigers in chaos for long, for there are indeed unawakened souls in the south. 8. Sentences to describe dusk
The dusk overlooking the town is like a golden moon falling in the sky, kissing the countryside of my hometown, and from the village with smoke curling up, a few dog barks can be heard from time to time. The cock crows, as if it were a distant, hazy dream.
At dusk, the light of the setting sun shining on the river is like many gold needles and silver threads, swaying with the water waves.
The dusk has become blurry, and the sky filled with sunset glow has gradually become dull and colorless.
The sky in the evening is not dark, but has a bright blue color. The mountains are stained with a thin layer of red under the sunlight.
At dusk, a crescent moon rose quietly, and around it, there were a few stars that gave off a faint light.
The setting sun slowly fell down the mountain, and the sky was filled with red clouds, like a goddess dropping a red dress.
The sky in the evening is not dark, but has a bright blue color. The mountains are stained with a thin layer of red under the sunlight.