1. Poems about day and night
Poems about day and night 1. Poems with the themes of "day" and "night"
"Black Pain" < /p>
The sharp words pierced my chest
The blade stated the wound
Turning me desolate and empty
All my memories Without mercy
Take away one by one
Even unpack my life
Let me leave myself
I forget myself What is it called?
I have nothing on my body
Only a long wound
A cave that no one visits
I started to enter a dream< /p>
One eye, just one eye
See me lost in one death
- Tonight is enough for me
Me Use a knife
Cut open the chest
The painful dawn flowed out bright red
I think this poem is pretty good, the language is profound, and it is different from the past Poems describing the night
Spring
Spring
The peach blossoms in Longhua bloomed
Bloomed in those nights
< p> In those blood-stained nightsThose nights were starless
Those nights were windy
Those nights listening to the widow's throat Cry
And this ancient land
is like a hungry beast at any time
licking the blood of young people
Tenacious The blood of the son of man
And so we passed through the long winter
After the season of ice and snow
After the infinite sleepy expectation
These bloodstains, stains of blood
In the mythical night
In the deep black night in the east
Countless buds burst open
Spring is everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River
People ask: Where does spring come from?
I said: From the tombs in the suburbs
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"Torch" and "Toward the Sun"
It seems a bit biased, but the artistic conception is similar
2 . A poem with the theme of "Day" and "Night"
"Black Pain" The night is leaving, a black horse - a black horse, covered in black coal, fear, with atrophied muscles - facing the killing, cold sweat breaks out The sharp words pierced my chest, the blade stated the wound, and made me desolate. The emptiness unceremoniously took away all my memories one by one, even peeling away the package of my life, letting me leave myself. I forgot my name. Nothing but a long wound. A deserted cave. I began to dream. One eye, just one eye, saw me lost in a death. Tonight was enough for me. I cut my chest with a knife. The painful dawn. It flowed out bright red. I think this poem is pretty good. The language is profound. It is different from the previous poems describing the dark night. Spring is spring. The peach blossoms of Longhua bloomed in those nights. Those nights are stained with blood. Those nights have no starlight. Those nights were windy, listening to the widow's sobs, and this ancient land was like a hungry beast at any time sucking the blood of the young and the blood of the tenacious sons of men. So after the long winter, it passed through the ice and snow. The season has gone through infinite sleepy expectations. These bloodstains burst out in the mythical night in the deep black night of the East. Countless buds dotted the south of the Yangtze River with spring everywhere. People asked: Where does spring come from? I said: from the tombs in the suburbs------------------------------------------------ "Torch" and "Toward the Sun" seem a bit off, but the artistic conception is similar.
3. Urgently looking for a poem about day and night
Reverie about day and night
Those birds all carry their softest parts< /p>
Plunging into their own dreams
Only I have crossed the emptiness of three thousand years
I am awake by the green sparse fence
Advancing and retreating. The shadow is like a bird in the dusk
Stopping before countless crossroads
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A man playing with the bucket in the moon's well
< p> Sit quietly on the platform of the moonThe light is turned away from the face, revealing the black hair on the back of the head
The dancing moonlight is so far away
Autumn is like a river
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Thousands of threads, sleeping in my fluid
So crowded, I am vulnerable
Wait until I travel all over the world , only to realize that the heart is an infinite sea
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The thread entwined in the heart tells you one by one
Unless the pain of peeling off the skin
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Only then can I continue to get closer to you
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Dear, it is the sea, the salt that can be used
to clarify the meaning in our sufferings Silt
The warmth you sent made me see clearly
I was once a soul sitting with my knees in my arms
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I will break out of my cocoon and soar into the sky
Among the clouds, what is purer and cooler than the clouds
is the entire sky and the blooming flowers
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During the day
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The two gods were strolling on the seaside, carving out the five features in the thick soil
< p> Let the essence of nature shine through the walls
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I walked five thousand years ago
In the new purple-brown skin, In the morning light
Open my sweat shop
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If the day is like a sparrow jumping in the bushes
Then my sobriety, It is a hypothesis
It is a sleep greater than sleep and death
My weak heart has no height
Dear, I will relax with you< /p>
Work together
Let’s feel ashamed for our hard work
Let’s sigh, shed tears, and be satisfied together
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The floor is full of the cold sound of time slipping
No matter which direction you are facing, you can encounter it
Desperate purity
Cocooning, it’s me trapped in the wall Waiting for time to start
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I can't forget, in the middle of the journey
Stopping at a beautiful place
I want to applaud myself and commemorate myself
Write some interpretation music for myself
Send it back
4. Describe "the storm is coming, the day is like the night" What are the poems about "
The dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun.
——Li He's "Yanmen Prefect's Journey" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ——Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" There are many towers in the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties in the mist and rain.
——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. ——Lu You, "Storm and Rain on November 4th" There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and two or three o'clock rain in front of the mountain.
——Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River" After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. ——Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence in Autumn" The cold rain is falling across the river at night, and I see off my guests in Chushan alone during the day.
——Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian in Furong Tower" The clouds are green and green, and it's about to rain, and the water is sluggish and smokey. ——Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Leaves Farewell" There is no wind or rain in the whole life, and there is no sunshine.
——Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo" Angry crown, lean on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain breaks. ——Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong".
5. Sentences describing the dark night
The dark night seemed like endless thick ink smeared heavily on the sky, not even the glimmer of stars.
The street is like a calm river, meandering in the shadow of dense trees. Only the leaves rustling due to wind and rain seem to recall the excitement and busyness of the day.
The mirror-like moon hangs In the sky, the silver brilliance is written on the earth.
Occasionally, a fish leap broke through the silence of the river night, and then fell into boundless silence.
The tired moon hid in The clouds rested, leaving only a few stars standing like sentries.
In the summer night, the heat enveloped the earth, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the sparse stars blinked happily.
The moonlit night at the seaside is beautiful and quiet, and you can only hear the sound of the waves; the breeze blows on your face, making people feel relaxed and happy.
The street lights are on, and the bright snowflakes are shining in the sky. The light and shadow flicker like a group of small white moths.
In the cold night sky, half the moon hangs sideways, and the stars are twinkling.
6. Poems about the night
1. "Autumn Eve" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The sound of leaves falling is like rain, and the moonlight is as white as frost. When I lie alone late at night, who will dust the bed for me?
Translation: The night wind blows, the leaves fall one after another like the sound of rain intruding into the ears, and the bright moonlight covers the earth like frost. Just when I was about to fall asleep alone in the dead of night, I couldn't help but sigh that someone would come and wipe the dust off my bed.
2. "Tired Night" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The tired pillow is tired of the long night, and the small window is not clear at the end. A dog barks in an isolated village, and a few people walk in the waning moon.
The hair on the temples has turned white for a long time, and the journey has cleared up. There are wefts in the deserted garden, how could it be possible to create a false weave?
Translation: I am tired of the long night, and I feel that there is no one on the pillow. I look around, but there is no dawn outside the small window. I heard the barking of dogs in an isolated village; how many people were moving under the waning moon? My temples have become gray and aged, and the thoughts of the journey are empty and quiet in my chest. In front of me, there are many streets in the deserted garden, and crickets are chirping non-stop. It keeps making empty noises like spinning, how can it achieve success if it calls in vain?
3. "Autumn Night" Song Dynasty: Zhu Shuzhen
The autumn air is clear for a long time without sleep, and the candles are frequently cut for the third time.
The bed is filled with the cool moonwood trees, and the moon shines brightly in the gaps in the sycamore trees.
Translation: I toss and turn at night and find it hard to fall asleep. The night air in autumn is cool. After cutting the candlesticks many times, it's almost midnight. The shadow of the moon between the sycamore trees outside the window is mottled on the cold bed mat, but the moon seen from the sycamore trees is still so bright.
4. "The stars are arrayed and the night is bright and deep" Tang Dynasty: Hanshan
The stars are arrayed and the night is bright and deep, and the lone lamp on the rock point is not yet dark.
The brilliance of perfection never fades, and it is my heart that hangs in the blue sky.
Translation: Many stars are arranged like chess pieces, making the night sky appear very deep. The moon that has not set yet lights up the cliff like a solitary lamp. The bright and perfect moon is crystal clear without polishing. That thing hanging in the blue sky is my heart.
5. "Night Mooring in Jinling" Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin
The cold smoke floats next to the declining bushes, and the Qinhuai River is stationed in the broken canopy this evening. The roosting geese are far away in fear of the wine and fire, and the crows are high to avoid the falling sail wind.
The King of Earth's Qi waves sound urgently, and the shadows of autumn trees in the mountainous belt are empty. Six generations of elves have disappeared, and my thoughts should be in the moonlight.
Translation: The cool smoke shrouded the decaying trees, and tonight the drifting ships docked at the bank of the Qinhuai River. Night fires broke out in several hotels, startling the geese roosting by the water; when the sails fell, the dusky crows screamed and flew high to escape. The swaying tree trunks on the mountain seemed to be listening to the sound of the waves that carried the spirit of the King of Jinling for three hundred years, disappearing into the distant night sky. Where are the six generations of people who have been around Qinhuai River for a lifetime now? I think it should be in this cold moonlight.