Poetry describing the journey from morning to evening

1. Poems about the evening

Poems about the evening 1. Poems describing the evening

Half the river is serene and half the river is red.

The sunset It's infinitely better, but it's almost dusk.

It's late at night, and the sky is still full of clouds.

The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountains.

The wind on the independent bridge fills the sleeves, and the new moon people in the flat forest return.

I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers.

When will the sunset return? ? Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and it seems that the familiar swallows are coming back.

Ancient vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient road, the setting sun, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Pinglin Momo The smoke is like weaving, and the cold mountain area is sad and green.

In the cool evening sky, the pure moonlight blooms, and I think of the shadow of the Jade Tower and Yao Palace, shining in the Qinhuai River.

Leaning alone against the Zhulan at dusk, the southwest is new The crescent moon eyebrows.

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The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop.

There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, At the place of nostalgia, Orchid Boat urges the hair.

Holding hands and looking into the tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked.

The thoughts go away, thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Passionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times.

Even more shameful and neglected Qingqiu Festival.

Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon.

Here The past year should be a time for good times and good scenery.

Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell me.

The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides. .

There is no moonlight on the spring river, thousands of miles away.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet.

The frost is flying in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible.

The river and sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a lone moon in the bright sky.

Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?

Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year.

I don’t know who the river and the moon are waiting for, but I can see the Yangtze River sending flowing water.

The white clouds go slowly. , Qingfengpu is full of sorrow.

Whose family is in trouble tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?

The poor moon lingers upstairs, it should be seen away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain cannot be rolled away, and the brush on the anvil of the clothes still comes back.

At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.

The wild geese fly away, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, It's a pity that spring has not returned home.

The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon sets in the river and ponds and turns to the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang road is endless.

I don’t know how many people are returning by the moon, but the falling moon shakes the trees in the river with love.

2. Poems describing the evening

Verse 1: The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. .

Source: "Deng Le Youyuan" written by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

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Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Guyuan.

The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk.

Definition: In the evening, I felt unhappy and drove up to Guyuan in my car. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s close to dusk.

Verse 2: The sunset is getting dusk through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears.

Source: "Spring Resentment" by Liu Fangping of the Tang Dynasty

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The sun sets through the screen window and no one sees the traces of tears in the golden house.

Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.

Definition: The sunlight outside the screen window fades away, and dusk gradually falls; locking up the beautiful house, no one can see my sad tears. The courtyard is empty and lonely, and the spring scenery is about to pass; pear blossoms are falling all over the ground, and the door is closed tightly without any thought.

Verse 3: On the willow branches above the moon, people meet after dusk.

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Source: "Shengchazi·Yuanxi" written by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty

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On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, The flower market lights are like daylight.

The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk.

On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I can’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.

Explanation: On the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime. The moon rises above the willow trees, and he invites me to chat with him after dusk. During this year’s Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. I can no longer see my lover from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.

Verse 4: Wild grass and flowers beside the Bird Bridge, the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Bird Clothes Alley

Source: "Wu Yi Alley" by Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty

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There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Interpretation: The deserted place beside Zhuque Bridge is overgrown with wild grasses and wild flowers, and the broken walls and ruins at the entrance of Wuyi Alley are just the setting sun. In the Jin Dynasty, the purple swallows that lived in front of the hall of Xie An's family were now nesting and flying into the homes of ordinary people.

Verse 5: The setting sun sets in the west and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world

Source: "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan of the Yuan Dynasty

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Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses,

Westerly wind and thin horses on the ancient road.

The sun sets in the west,

The heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Interpretation: Looking from afar, the crows at dusk are looking for old trees with dead vines to rest on. Looking closer, there are people living beside the small bridge and flowing water. In front of them, there is only a skinny horse carrying a wandering wanderer. , walking slowly on the ancient autumn road. Looking at the sunset, the afterglow has already faded to the west, and the wandering wanderers are still wandering around the world.

3. Poems about describing evening

1. "Deng Le You Yuan"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Xiang Wan Yi Feeling unwell, I drove to Guyuan.

The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk.

Translation: In the evening, I was feeling unhappy and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s close to dusk.

2. "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Xun Xun Mi Mi, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wind comes late and the wind comes in a hurry! 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! There is also a drizzle under the sycamore trees, and at dusk, it drops a little bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!

Translation: Empty and without ideas, deserted and desolate, miserable and sad. How can I rest my body when I feel warm sometimes and cold sometimes? How can you resist the cold wind that comes in the evening by drinking three glasses of light wine? The wild geese heading south to escape the cold have flown over, but sadly it is an old acquaintance. I don’t recognize my old compatriots.

The chrysanthemums are all withered and yellow, and I am so sad and haggard that I have no intention of admiring and cherishing the flowers. Now that the flowers are dying, who can pick them? Waiting in front of the window to pass the time, watching the window to pass the time, I can't wait until it gets dark. The drizzle is dripping on the sycamore leaves, and at dusk, the sound of rain is still dripping. How can one word "sorrow" be enough to describe this situation?

3. "Spring Resentment"

Tang Dynasty: Liu Fangping

The sun sets through the screen window and no one sees the traces of tears in the golden house.

Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.

Translation: The sunlight outside the screen window fades away, and dusk gradually falls; Locking the beautiful house, no one can see my sad tears. The courtyard is empty and lonely, and the spring scenery is about to end; pear blossoms are falling all over the ground, and the door is closed tightly without any thought.

4. "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty and Thick Clouds, Worrying About the Day"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Rui Nao disappears 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 that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Translation: The mist is thick, the clouds are thick, the days are sad, and ambergris is lingering in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a gauze tent with jade pillows, and the cool air in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body. I drank by the east fence until dusk, and the faint fragrance of yellow chrysanthemum filled my sleeves. Don't say that Qingqiu is not depressing. The west wind rolls up the bead curtain, and the people inside the curtain are even thinner than the yellow flowers.

5. "Sheng Cha Zi·Yuan Xiu"

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.

The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk.

On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I can’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.

Translation: On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime. The moon rises above the willow trees, and he invites me to chat with him after dusk. During this year’s Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. I can no longer see my lover from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.

4. Poems describing dusk

1. Ru Meng Ling · Fiber Moon Dusk Courtyard Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde Fiber Moon Dusk Courtyard, the language is dense, the teaching is 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.

Translation In the courtyard at dusk, with the moon shining 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.

Who can see me sad and longing, unable to sleep for a long time, my face red and full of tears, soaking my coral pillow? 2. Poppy: Listening to Chengtoujiao again at dusk. Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde Listening to Chengtoujiao again at dusk, I feel ill and feel 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. 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 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.

I read a sentence of your "Flicking Fingers" and tears suddenly fell down. Please don't tell Dongfeng how much I missed you when I was ill. 3. Jiang Shenzi·It is still raining at dusk. Song Dynasty: Su Shi. The old preface of the Duke says: It is snowing heavily, and Uncle Zhu Kang is pregnant with the envoy. He also knows that the envoy misses me, so I wrote "Jiang Shenzi" to send it.

It is still raining at dusk. Open the curtain at dawn and want to flatten the eaves.

Jiang Yue saw that the sky was low and there was nowhere to see the green curtain. Who can accompany me when I sit alone and groan in the cold? Wipe the sick eyes and twist the weak beard.

Make your guest drunk and tired. Crystal salt, sweet for whom? Holding plum blossoms in hand, looking eastward to recall Tao Qian.

Snow is like old people and everyone is like snow. Although it is cute, some people dislike it. Translation: At dusk yesterday, there was still a thin drizzle in the sky. When I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, I found that the heavy snow was almost even with the eaves.

The river is wide and the sky is low, and the white snow has covered the wine flags in the riverside taverns. I sit alone in the cold and recite poetry. Who is there to accompany me? Wipe the dim eyes and stroke the aging beard. You may be hosting a banquet for guests. To whom is this snow as transparent as crystal salt a delicacy? Holding the plum blossoms in my hand, I looked eastward and thought of Tao Qian.

The snow is like an old friend, and the old friend is like snow. Although he is cute, he is afraid that "someone will dislike him". 4. Die Lian Hua·The courtyard is as deep as it is. Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu. The courtyard is as deep as it is, with willows piled up in smoke and countless curtains.

The jade-carved saddle is in the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road. The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing wildly at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.

With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. Translation: The courtyard is deep, I don’t know how deep it is? Willows are falling, pieces of smoke are flying, and there are countless layers of curtains.

The luxurious carriages and horses were parked at the place where the noble princes had fun. She climbed up the stairs and looked into the distance, but she could not see the road leading to Zhangtai. Spring has come to an end, and the March rain is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how heavy the gate blocks the dusk scenery, it cannot retain the spring spirit.

With tears in his eyes, he asked Luo Hua if he knew my thoughts. Luo Hua remained silent and flew out of the swing bit by bit in a mess. 5. Shengchazi·Yuan Xiu Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu Last year on Yuan Night, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.

The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still there.

I can’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears. (Wet Tears: One Work: Full) Translation: During the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime.

The moon rises above the willow trees, and he invites me to chat with him after dusk. During this year’s Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I can no longer see my old friends from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.

5. Poems describing the evening

Verse 1: The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk.

The full text of "Deng Le Yu Yuan" written by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Gu Yuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.

Definition: In the evening, I felt unhappy and drove up to Guyuan in my car. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s close to dusk.

Verse 2: The sunset is getting dusk through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears. Source: The full text of "Spring Resentment" by Liu Fangping of the Tang Dynasty: The sun sets through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears.

Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. Definition: The sunlight outside the screen window fades away, and dusk gradually falls; I lock the beautiful house, and no one can see my sad tears.

The courtyard is empty and lonely, and the spring scenery is about to pass; pear blossoms are falling all over the ground, and the door is closed tightly without any thought. Verse 3: On the willow branches above the moon, people meet after dusk.

Full text: Source: "Shengchazi·Yuanxi" written by Ouyang Xiu in the Song Dynasty Full text: 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.

On the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. I can no longer see my lover from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.

Verse 4: There are wild flowers and wild flowers beside the Bird Bridge, and the sunset is slanting at the entrance of Bird Clothes Lane. Source: The full text of "Wu Yi Lane" written by Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty: There are wild grass and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, and the sunset is slanting at the entrance of Bird Clothes Lane. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Interpretation: The deserted place beside Zhuque Bridge is overgrown with wild grasses and wild flowers, and the broken walls and ruins at the entrance of Wuyi Alley are just the setting sun. In the Jin Dynasty, the purple swallows that were in front of the hall of Xie An's family were now nesting and flying into the homes of ordinary people.

Verse 5: The sunset sets in the west, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. Source: The full text of "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan of the Yuan Dynasty: Withered vines and old trees have dim crows, small bridges and flowing water people's houses, ancient roads with westerly winds and thin horses. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Looking at the sunset, the afterglow has already faded to the west, and the wandering wanderers are still wandering around the world.

6. Poems about dusk

Spring resentment

The sunset is fading through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears.

Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.

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In the Baichi Building in the west of Fenghuo City, I sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.

I even play the Qiang flute to close the mountains and the moon, without the worries of thousands of miles in the golden boudoir.

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Upstairs, desire rests at dusk, and the moon is like a hook across the jade staircase.

The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they are facing the same spring breeze and are each worried.

Leyouyuan

Feeling unwell in the evening, I drove to Guyuan;

The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk.

Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden

All 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 seal the gold bottle with a sandalwood board.

Bu Shuanzi

Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless.

It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.

There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous.

It fell into pieces and turned into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.

Butterfly Love Flower

There are thousands of weeping willows outside the building,

If you want to stay young, spring will come back if you don't live long.

Like willow catkins floating in front of the wind,

Follow the spring and see where it goes.

When I hear Du Yu in the green mountains and rivers,

I will be ruthless and don’t worry about others’ suffering.

Sending wine to spring without saying a word,

It rains lightly at dusk.

Shengchazi Lantern Festival

On the Lantern Festival 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.

7. What are the poems describing "evening"

1. 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. ——Song Dynasty: Ruan Yue's "Eye Mei·The Apricot Blossoms Are Cold at Dusk Upstairs"

Vernacular interpretation: When I climbed up the stairs at dusk, I saw the apricot blossoms blooming in the slight cold, and the slanting moon reflected the small sky. Building railing. A pair of swallows returned, two rows of wild geese flew north, and intermittent horn sounds came from the distance.

2. There is a sound of painting on the corner of the door, half of the courtyard is under the new moon at dusk, and the waterside is in front of the snowy mountain. There are bamboo fences and thatched cottages, an isolated village with faint smoke and decaying grass. ——Yuan Dynasty: Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha·Winter"

Vernacular interpretation: On a winter evening, the city gate rang softly, a new moon hung in the sky, and there was snow in front of the mountain. The water flows slowly. The bamboo fence and the hut inside the fence create a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere in the isolated village.

3. Feeling unwell in the evening, I drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk. ——Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Deng Le You Yuan"

Vernacular interpretation: In the evening, when I was feeling unhappy, I drove my car to the ancient plain. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s close to dusk.

4. The grass spreads across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds in the evening breeze. After returning home and having a good meal at dusk, I lie down under the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat. ——Tang Dynasty: "Shepherd Boy" by Lu Yan

Vernacular interpretation: The vast grassland is like being spread on the ground, with grassland everywhere. In the evening breeze, the intermittent and melodious flute sound of the shepherd boy could be faintly heard. The shepherd boy returns from grazing herds at dusk after a full dinner. He didn't even take off his raincoat, just lying on the grass and looking at the full moon in the sky.

5. The sunset is getting dusk through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears. It's late in spring in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. ——Tang Dynasty: Liu Fangping's "Spring Resentment"

Vernacular interpretation: The sunlight outside the screen window fades away, and dusk gradually falls; the beautiful house is locked, and no one can see my sad tears. The courtyard is empty and lonely, and the spring scenery is about to end; pear blossoms are falling all over the ground, and the door is closed tightly without any thought.

8. Poems about the evening

Half the river is rustling and half the river is red.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk.

Mo It's late at night, and the sky is still full of clouds.

The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountains.

The independent bridge is full of wind, and the new moon people in the plain forest return home. .

Holding wine for you to welcome the setting sun, and leaving the evening photos among the flowers.

When will the sunset return? Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and it seems that the familiar swallows are coming back.