Poems of sunset beauty

The poem about the beautiful sunset is as follows:

1. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night. -"the leyou tombs" Li Shangyin

2. The sunset is beyond the mountain, and the spring water is crossing the river. I wonder if that answer is the spring residence? -

3. A westerly wind blows away the rain, and the sunset is still bright at the water's edge. -"On the Stream" Liu Bingzhong

4. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red several times. -"Linjiang Fairy" Yang Shen

5. The sunset hangs high in the trees and enters the Qingfeng-xiangguang fracture at dusk. -"Daowu Mountain" Tan Sitong

6. Zige Peak is clear in the west and east, and the wild smoke is deep in the sunset. -"Autumn Gifts to Horses in the Western Suburb of the County" Bai Juyi

7. The sound of spring waves is urgent, and the setting sun sails. -"Crossing the Huaihe River" Bai Juyi

8. The sunset is on the shore, and the Qing dynasty is separated from the tide. -"Send Monks to Jinshan Temple" Ma Dai

9. The bamboo leaves shine in, and the sunset floats on the pool. -Meng Haoran

1, the drums are full of sails, and waterfowl fly in the sunset. -

Zhao Wei's sentence about describing the beautiful sunset

1. The golden morning sun gradually dyed the eastern sky red, and the high peak of Huangshan Mountain was dyed crimson by brilliant clouds.

2. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

3. Facing the sunset, the clouds in the sky are changeable, and the mood is like an overturned tasteless bottle. The sadness and yearning that can't be suppressed in our hearts evoke our memories a little bit. Looking up and looking up, there is always a touch of residual red in the sunset. The red light enveloped my whole body, reflected my cheeks, and there were sad flowers blooming around me.

4. The morning sun shines its light on the lake, and the breeze rises at first, and the fine waves jump, stirring up the whole lake with broken gold.

5. When the sun sets slowly, when the first sunset illuminates the rice fields, the rice fields suddenly become golden. When the first sunset illuminates the branches, the branches become golden green. When the first sunset illuminates the distant trees, the trees become hazy golden. When the first sunset illuminates the distant sky, I see hope outside the sky.