The setting sun is sunny and cloudy, and the pillow is under the east window. The cold bosom is gradually like a bundle, and Qiuju does business.
Excuse me, when is this, Cool Huai Shuo Ma? Those who are injured and return to their twilight years and reconsider leaving home.
Love is not too much and there are too few cases. Since there is no bad government, we can rest in Luoyang society.
Looking at the lonely clouds in Ma Dai at sunset, take Wan Li Road. Miss me for a long time and leave home for a long time.
Trees in the sun are hidden in the distant mountains in autumn. I'm afraid to take pictures by the water for fear of being scared.
Tao (a sunset) looks at Meng Haoran's hometown and worries about the sunset, and homesickness urges each other. Outside his mountain, it is very cold and birds come at night.
Lost in the snow, lost in the balcony. Alas, it's so sad to sing who is the media.
Du Fu hangs a curtain hook at sunset, and the river is quiet in spring. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat.
Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
At sunset, Prince Robin is blocked by quicksand in the north and Bashui in Huang Tu in the east. Once I say goodbye to my pea, Wan Li will run after the sand.
Waiting for the full moon, Genji repeatedly hollowed out. The wild is light and the gas is close, and the wind is clear and the smoke is clear.
Weary, poor battlefield. The river controls the accumulation of stones, and the mountain road is far away.
Aim high and be sincere, Bai Hong. If your kindness can be rewarded, the dragon sword is male and female.
The sunset recalls Li Bai in the mountains. After the rain, the smoke is blue, and the sunny days are scattered. The spring breeze comes back and makes the flowers in my yard bloom.
It's embarrassing to see the flowers wither when they fall. I would like to visit the famous mountains and learn to fly Dansha.
The setting sun returned to the empty mountain according to Obsidian's anonymous name, and the sun set. The round shadow crosses the peaks and peaks, and it enters the forest semi-regularly.
Yu Guangche is a group of people, divided into heavy valleys. Shi Jingming, rock light shines with it.
The birds have gone, and the evening smoke is bleak. Who knows this place is coming again, all for fun.
The sunset at night shines on the high platform, and the bells and horns are still ringing. How many times can I sell it? It's half my life.
Leaves flutter in the wind, and colors return to the air. Thinking about ancient personnel has become more dusty.
Clear sand, autumn, nameless lonely village, sunset, light smoke, old trees, western Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Fan Zhongyan, a proud fisherman, has a strange scenery in Qiu Lai, but Hengyang Wild Goose didn't notice it. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. On the autumn lake, snow shadows the setting sun, and smoke waves are everywhere.
Who wants to ask the East? Wang Wei's bicycle is another country that has lived for a long time. Levy Peng, return the geese to Wu.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
The cultural relics of Du Mu Six Dynasties were even empty, and the sky was light and the clouds were idle. Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry.
In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset. Disappointed, I watch Fan Li every day, and there are five lakes in the East.
The roof of Bai Juyi Pavilion in Gaoting is too high to be demolished, and the owner regards it as the Western Hills. Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
At night, Jiangcun overlooks the Dai Fugu River, where the sun is shining, the beach is flat, and fishing boats tilt when the tide ebbs. Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers.
Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.
In the evening of the village, Lei Zhen is full of grass and pond water, and the mountains are soaked by the sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.
Jinling watches high meditation in the evening, accompanied by clouds returning late, accompanied by sunset and autumn sounds; There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. After seeing Wang Nangui and Liu Changqing, I still waved my hand and sobbed in the mist on the water.
Because the flying birds disappeared into space and crossed a desolate green hill. But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset.
Along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication. Chen Xian resented the early setting in Qingchuan Liu Changqing, and was disappointed to be alone.
Birds fly far and near on the flat Ye Yuan, as if they were running with the water. May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water.
The suffering of a friend's relegation is beyond words, like a river with lush spring grass. Night wind Yang Wanli Night wind is not allowed to distinguish the breeze, but it is allowed to hang the heavy curtain to the ground.
The sunset in Ye Ping is not covered by mountains, and the west window is red until the moon comes.
2. The sentences describing birds and sunset are dim, the sunset is like blood, and the yellow river is like a sunset inlaid with gold. At this time, it is full and radiant, and the eye mask is like a dream, so it is not true. Finally, the sunset hit the ground and blended with the yellow desert, and the golden color swallowed up the sky. As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow, people walk in the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze blows slowly. It makes people feel relaxed and see the sun more because of all its glory. A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and large white clouds floated in the blue sky. They are flaming purples in the sunset. If you look carefully, you will see clouds flying in the air, just like in a veiled dream, which will keep you away from troubles.
3. The sentences describing birds and sunset are dim, the sunset is like blood, and the Yellow River is like the sunset with Phnom Penh. At this time, it is full and radiant, and the eye mask is like a dream and unreal. Finally, the sunset hit the ground, merged with the yellow desert, and was golden, engulfing the sky.
As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, people walk in the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows the fragrance of flowers and trees, which makes people relaxed and happy, and makes people see the sun and shine.
A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and large white clouds floated in the blue sky. They are flaming purples in the sunset. If you look carefully, you will see clouds flying in the air, just like in a veiled dream, which will keep you away from troubles.
4. Poems about birds and dusk A bird, me and loneliness in the dusk.
Look up at the sunset, tuck your knees in your hands, or hold your cheeks in one hand.
The whine of a bird brought me back to reality-
At this moment, I found that this evening was not just for me.
By the lake. In the past And the sadness of marks and ripples,
Only my silence can reproduce the tortuous past.
Looking up at this bird, I began to congratulate myself-
Tonight, my eyes that passed by it have merged into its arc of flying high.
But I wonder, did the sunset print this loneliness? In its whining mouth
Does it contain my sadness?
Is it on its way home? My heart has nowhere to go,
Including sincere wishes for it.
Murphy? Is it really lonelier than me?
Just like the dying sunset in this dusk.
Like me, but different,
Wings grow on it, but they are born in my heart; It doesn't know my silence, but I know it.
Why does it mourn?
Wail, flap your wings, like
The story of my crying in my heart has a beginning and no end.
This evening; This little bird; This loneliness!
They and I have known each other for a lifetime. ..
5. Poems about Birds and Dusk A bird, together with me, looks up at the loneliness and sunset in the dusk, holding his knees in both hands or holding his cheeks in one hand.
The sound of a bird brought me back to reality-at this moment, I found that this dusk is not just mine. By the lake.
In the past There are traces and ripples, and only my silence can reproduce the tortuous past.
Looking up at the bird's departure, I began to congratulate myself-tonight, my eyes that passed by it have been integrated into the arc of its wings flying into the distance.
But I wonder, did the sunset print this loneliness? Does it hold my sadness in its whining mouth? Is it on its way home? And my heart has nowhere to go, including my sincere blessing to it. Murphy? Is it really lonelier than me? Just like the dying sunset in this dusk.
It's the same as me, but different. Its wings grow on it, but they are born in my heart. It doesn't know my silence, but I know why it is sad and painful.
That wail, that constantly waving wings, is like a story, my heart is crying, with a beginning and no end. This evening; This little bird; This loneliness! They and I have known each other for a lifetime.
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6. Poems about birds in the sunset The new moon has given birth to birds, and the sunset is in the west. (Zhang Songlei's "And Zhou Bangyan") No one lies on the back of an ox at sunset, bringing back western Western jackdaw in pairs. (Song Shunmin's "Village Residence") The old cow plows the land with rough debts, and the grass bites the slope and lies in the sunset. (Song Kong Zhong Ping's "Sleeping Book") Outside the sunset, the western Western jackdaw counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. (Guan "Man") Birds are singing in the valley trees, and the mountains are shadowing the twilight village. (Zi Kai's Hu Shan Jutu) In the shop after the rain, the mangroves in the distant village fell in the sunset. (Green Tea Shen Xing's "Chi He Tie") A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset. (Qing Duanmu Guohu's "Sailing in Shawan") The waterfall drags thousands of rains, and the sunset puts a peak first. (Lin Qingzexu's "The Eyes") Success or failure turns empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. (Shen Linjiang Xian) The mountains reflect the water in the sunset, the grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sunset. (Song Fan Zhongyan, "Su Curtain Covering") The sound of the mountains is exhausted, and the peaks are speechless. (Wang Song Yucheng's "Country Trip") There is no hate in the sunset, and the talented people and beautiful women are empty and sad. (Song Chaobuzhi's "Partridge Sky") It rains only when the sky is faint and red, and several soft willows are mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone. (Qing Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha")
Give it to Wang Wei.
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
Du Fu's Sunset The sunset is on the curtain hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat. Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
Jiangcun overlooks the night view of Dai Fugu.
When the sunlight falls on the river head, the sand will level off, the tide will recede and the fishing boat will tilt. Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers.
Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.
Country night in Lei Zhen
In a pond full of grass, the water is full of water, and the mountains cover the waves. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.
The sunset is clean and tidy.
The night shines on the high platform, and the bells and horns remind you. How many times can I sell it? It's half my life. Leaves flutter in the wind, and colors return to the air. Thinking about ancient personnel has become more dusty.
7. The poem "Twilight" about birds and dusk
The afternoon sun fell to the bottom of the pine tree.
One by one. Like cooking cigarettes and dyeing orioles.
It was a quiet evening filled with smoke.
God will kill the world.
The lock associated with this is parallel to the darkness.
Take a deep breath and exhale.
It's all code words. A row of pigeons returning from heaven
Sparrows on a row of wires just rhyme.
Rhythm, action in line with rhythm
I will wait like a temple when I go to the deep mountains.
Shi Ding Zhong Ming, restore the Buddha's life.
Holding the western heaven in his hand, just like this moment.
Dusk is getting darker and farther away.
At dusk, it is a yellow-robed sun.
There are so many human beings around Song Ci.
There is an ambush in the mountain to bypass religion.
When it falls from the sky, it can no longer be called
long live
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8. The poem about "bird" is 1. When the birds are startled in the moon, when the spring flows. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. (Hao Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu: "Looking at Yue")
6. The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking")
Here, birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. (Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after Breaking Mountain Temple")
8. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")
9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")
10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji: "If you enter"