When I face this barren Gobi,
I forgot myself.
Although I have been waiting for it for a long time.
But I'm still surprised to see you
How excited, how sigh.
Become more and more meaningless in life.
So I began to trust you.
As mysterious as our ancestors ~
When I face this barren Gobi,
I looked up and saw you.
Your peace passes through my wandering heart
Melted the eternal loneliness
Your existence is not just a myth.
People's legends have been circulated for centuries.
Look, the sandbar is long and green.
You see a man grow old and die.
Sun, where are you?
Sun, where are you?
Sun, where are you?
Sun, where are you? .
When I face this barren Gobi,
I feel my heart is expanding.
Tell me where we come from.
Who are we and what do we do?
Tell me why you are busy.
But I don't know where to go.
Look at the blue sky. You are the only one who owns it.
Tell me if there really is a God.
When the fiery red flame devours the earth
Life rushed out of the body.
The chest of empty soup is full of your flame.
The flowing magma conquered.
Don't try to put darkness in front of me
The sun grows in my heart.
No longer afraid of ending.
Pentium's soul flies to the sky
Sun, I'm here
Sun, I'm here
Sun, I'm here
Sun, I'm here
Sun, I'm here
Sun, I'm here. . ..
The sun and stars are shining brightly.
It symbolizes the eternity of our friendship.
The vast starry sky is dazzling.
Shine forever.
(Music)
Quietly entrust your heart to the sun and stars.
Guide you to find a new direction alone in the dark.
Shine the glory of life, free people come and go.
Break through the dreamless dawn and wait for the sunny day to reappear.
When I woke up, I slept with my fans, but I forgot to go home and be alone at night.
Looking for a distant and ancient legend, dreaming of fugue.
Day and night travel, and time flies like water.
A thousand years will not change, and friendship will always remain in my heart.
Shine on the world from generation to generation
2. Ancient poems about the sun 1. The clouds began to sink into the pavilion, and rain was coming.
_ _ _ _ Xu Hun "Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building Overlooking/West Gate" 2. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see how far your home is. _ _ _ _ Li Gou's Homesickness 3. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
_ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "Fortress" 4. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
_ _ _ _ Yang Wanli's Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple' 5. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Two Poems on Bamboo Branch" 6. At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Remembering Jiangnan Good 7. Win the day and find the waterfront, and there is no limit to the new scenery. _ _ _ _ Zhu's Spring Day 8. A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Ode to Mujiang 9. At dusk, Cangshan overlooking, cold white. _ _ _ _ Liu Changqing's Lord of Hibiscus Mountain in the Snow Room 10. Rizhao incense burner is full of purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of Sichuan.
_ _ _ _ Looking at Lushan Waterfall by Li Bai 1 1. Watch the water flow east and the sun set. _ _ _ _ Qian Fu's Song of Tomorrow 12. At noon that day, sweat dripped into the soil.
_ _ _ _ Li Shen's Two Antiques/Two Farmers 13. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. _ _ _ _ Wang Zhihuan is at Heron Villa 14. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's seeing friends off 15. But I looked home, and the twilight was gathering? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. _ _ _ _ Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower/Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower 16. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, snow and goose feathers are flying in the north wind.
_ _ _ _ Gao Shi's Two Biedongda Poems 17. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. _ _ _ _ Wang Wan's Next Berth on the North Fort Mountain 18. I often think of the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know the way back when I am drunk.
_ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's Dream, Always Remember the Sunset in Xiting 19. A long cloud pool has a long shadow, and things change for a few years. _ _ _ _ Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting 20. The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw is light smoke, and the shadow flies a little.
_ _ _ _ Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn" above, for reference.
3. Poems about the sun 1, poems describing the sun, mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river; By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
-Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Lodge" 2. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. -Tang Bai Juyi 3. On a sunny morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
-Chang Jian's "Zen State after Breaking Mountain Temple" 4. Others are in Bai Yunsheng, far from Hanshan Stone Path. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
-Mutu's Travels in the Mountain. 5 ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. -Wang Wei's Chai Lu 7. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose goes without paying attention.
The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
8. A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart. 9. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
10, sunset in lonely village, light smoke and old trees in western Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
1 1, thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes at dusk. -Song Fan Zhongyan 12, Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs over thousands of rivers.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. —— Wang Lushan Waterfall Li Bai 13 The mountain covers the daytime and the sea drains the golden river, but if you walk three hundred miles and go up a flight of stairs, your vision will be broadened.
-Tang Zhihuan 14, southeast corner of sunrise, according to my Qin Shilou. -"Singing by Shang Mo in Han Yuefu" 15, the sunrise river is redder than the fire, and the riverside is as green as blue.
-Bai Juyi's Memory of Jiangnan 16, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls in yen. -Tang 17, scorching sun, wild Tian He rice half burnt.
18, the green hills on both sides are opposite, and the solitary sail comes from the sun. -Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" 19, the five lakes are visited at sunset, and smoke waves are everywhere.
Who wants to ask the East? 20. Don't worry about the distant sunset, look at the river at the end of the year. -Ming Gu Yanwu 2 1, the mountains cover the daytime, and the Yellow River is crowded with people.
-Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Lodge" 22. Late days, beautiful rivers and mountains, spring breeze and flowers. -Du Fu's quatrains 23. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Yang Wanli "Dawn Jingci Temple Send Linzi Square" 24. Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? -Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan" 25. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, where you can't see your home.
-Song Li Gou 26. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei's "Summit" 27. Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs thousands of rivers.
At noon on the day of weeding, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows every grain of Chinese food is hard! -Li Shen's Kindness to Farmers, page 29. Every family always trades new peaches for old ones.
-Wang Anshi's January Day, 30. The lotus leaf in the sky is infinitely blue, and the lotus flower in the sun is not the same red. -Yang Wanli's Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple 3 1. In Huang Yun, thousands of miles away during the day, the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Gao Shi's "Don't be big" 32, Qian Shan mangrove mountain sea of clouds, looking at wine again and again.
-Don Wei Zhuang 33, sunrise in the east, sunset in the west, the road is sunny. -Yuxi, Liu Tang 34, the spring mountain is warm and the wind is soft, and the curtain is on the pavilion.
35. With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of Leyou; Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. -Li Shangyin's Le Garden Scenic Area' 36. At dusk, Cangshan overlooking, cold white.
-Liu Changqing's Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow.
People often say poems describing the ups and downs of the sun, the scenery is old and familiar, and the summer trees are sunny and pleasant: (Yat Sen Qing))
Early summer is still peaceful, and wild Tian He rice is half withered and half burnt. The lotus leaf in the sky is infinitely bright: On a dark day in March
The sun is like fire, and sweat drips down the soil.
The sun will not disappear at noon, and all countries are like in a red stove.
When is the afternoon for weeding?
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.
Night has now given way to the ocean of the sun, Western jackdaw in the west, an old tree and light smoke. A small flying shadow. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")
Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")
The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")
Even the rain doesn't know if spring will go, Tian He is half burnt, and the incense burner in Rizhao gives birth to purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan.
The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.
Chai Lu by Wang Wei
The incense burner in the sunshine emits purple smoke. Flying thousands of feet high, everything in Changxiajiang Village was quiet, and the old year melted into the fresh air. However, I think I heard a voice and walked up a flight of stairs.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Looking at the sun, despite all his glory, the Tao is sunny and sunny (Tang Liu Yuxi)
You don't have to worry about the sunset when you are far away. At sunrise, the river fires, and the scenery is different from that at four o'clock, so it is buried by the coming night.
Sunset in a lonely village.
Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.
The mountains covered the white sun. Can you remember Jiangnan: "Cut the Wheat")
A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is clear. (Li Shangyin, the grass has not stopped on the next floor (Don Wang Zhihuan)
The sunrise in the east and the rain in the west, the ocean drains the golden river, who asks the east?
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
Travel around the five lakes at sunset.
Jiangnan is good. Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan from a distance, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days, and it feels clear before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda, smoke and waves are everywhere, and a fire umbrella is mentioned in the same breath.
The sunset spreads in the water, and the river is as green as the blue of spring. Dare to eat if you can't sit still, and then look at the wine (Don Wei Zhuang)
A thousand miles away, the lonely city is closed (Song Fan Zhongyan)
People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and heaven remains our neighbourhood (Song Ligou)
Make it at sunrise, the river is better than fire.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen (Don Wang Wei)
The mountains cover the day, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun differently: "Jiangcun")
Why don't you like wheatgrass? And the ocean drained the golden river: "happy sunshine")
Qingjiang, but you have broadened your horizons by 300 miles. Sunlight, into the Woods; But you expand your vision by three hundred miles and see Heqing (Ming Gu Yanwu) at the end of the old year.
Mangroves in Qianshan Mountain and Mountains and Clouds?
Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan
After all, in the West Lake in mid-June, the river is as green as spring water (Tang Juyi)
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi, shine back on me from the moss, half river rustling and half river red.
Wan Li's works are like refutation. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")
Farmer Fang Xia Yun. (Du Fu. (Qin Guan.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Gao Shi's Don't Move Big
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, with green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
The sun burns like fire.
Modern poems about the sun hurt the swing. There is a kind of autumn coolness in the sad swing wind, and a little loneliness in the humid air.
White clothes spread their wings to filter out the chill of autumn. The roses in Qian Qian are constantly showing off, and there is melancholy everywhere.
Yesterday's tears have passed away in sorrow. Hot sweat beats with the pulse, swaying the curve as much as possible.
The swing that bears the weight of a lifetime has climbed countless times. Maybe there is no scenery. Suddenly look back at the starry sky from dawn: it is still there! Silent writing, this sadness, this sadness has no language, but how can I not express it? I am silent in the barren world, facing boundless vastness and hatred. what can I say? My heart is dripping. I imagine whose appearance is fragile. My soul is crying without tears. I am a lonely wandering soul, and I still can't understand those disturbing stories. What does it say about pure white light? The definition of life drops in the rising warmth. The dirty world dominates everything. I can't face this sadness. Can words be silent? I'm at a loss. I wrote a broken promise of sadness. Sorrow indicates warmth. Who is talking to the winter wind? The lonely and romantic moon is the eternal and romantic moon, Bai Yueguang is our hazy yearning, and the rapid travel through time is the expectation that the white porcelain plates near Bai Yueguang will be shattered everywhere. Sadness that will be scattered in deep silence is like a flock of geese and a dead tree. Ye glimpsed in imagination. Grandpa fished quietly by the lake in the evening. Not fish, but sparkling moonlight. The past is a place where we can't go anyway. Only in the hope of the past can the future be colorful. The promise is never fulfilled, but the wait is empty. I have to say that the autumn coolness in a barren season is better than the sadness behind the lies and promises. The beautiful face of a woman is old, and the sad days of the four seasons are very lasting. She thinks it is not difficult to take away winter, so when winter comes, natural grass is persistent. She thinks it is not difficult to break the ice and snow, so the skilled wind always likes to ride the songs of birds to drive away everything in sleep, to wake up the long-awaited life, and the wind is filled with sweet flowers and fresh air to erase the sadness in her heart. When music flows through my heart, it will be as clear as the blue sky, and it will be carried by a lonely kite in my hand to print geese. Shadows flying in summer have no adjectives. He only has the sound of deep attachment to the blooming epiphyllum. The sound of dandelion dancing only makes the light feel clear, and he walks towards the future against the light with youthful brilliance. The smell of summer is like the smell of disinfectant powder in a swimming pool, as if the yearning of a girl in love has spread back to the sky and lost in the warmth of summer. He is silently telling the invisible heartbeat under the blue sky. There are no poems in autumn. He only symbolizes arrogance and melancholy dusk. The sad violin is full of yearning for parting love. Autumn has no adjectives. He can only describe his outline with flying leaves. In the season, the sweetness and fragrance of children spread in his heart. Qiu Li's cowardice, which still survived, fell with a blank heart. It is unnatural to follow the autumn wind, which occasionally makes him lose his elegance. Snow is synonymous with winter, but there are no sad, unforgettable and elegant memories after winter, as beautiful as the arc of butterfly wings, but fleeting. Gorgeous notes explain the unique charm of winter, and moving music vividly expresses inner loneliness. The moon in winter is desolate, and the snow that naturally falls after the thoughts opened in the folder are rotated will inevitably drown our breath in our hearts, keep them fresh in an instant, silently write the sad past in our hands, and describe the winter thoughts with snowflakes. Painting a pure white world touched the hearts of many girls until the last winter, when the sky was told smoothly. Just wake up slowly ... 1, sunshine, please give me a ray of eternal sunshine to bake my inner gloom so that I won't be sad all the time. 2, the wind, those long winds, give you a task. Please take away my past memories when you pass by me. It would be nice if it rained harder. I looked up and others couldn't tell whether it was tears or water on my face. 4. It's dark at night, so you can't see your loneliness. 5. Can I eat?
6. Picture idiom, the sun, the moon and the stars chop and change.
zhāo sān müsì
To explain the original meaning is to play tricks and deceive people. Later, the metaphor often changed his mind and was capricious.
The source of Zhuangzi's Theory of Everything: "I was given by the public, saying' Three transgressions and four times'." All the snipers are angry. Said,' but it's four times and three times. Everyone is very happy. It is also because the name is not worthy of the name and it is used angrily. "
Structural combination.
Usage is used as a derogatory term. Metaphor is a capricious person. Generally used as predicate, attribute and adverbial.
A positive tone; You can't pronounce "cháo".
Distinguish the shape of dusk; Can't write "tomb"
Synonyms are fickle and capricious.
Antonyms are rigid and unchangeable.
Discrimination and "sex" can both be described as willfulness. But "sex" emphasizes the capriciousness of getting along with people; No moral integrity; The derogatory degree is heavier. ~ refers to frequent changes in rules and regulations; It's confusing. And it can not only refer to getting along with people; It can also refer to people's attitude towards work and study.
Example: He is always ~; Spineless.
7. The poem that often describes the sun is that the sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.
The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered. The lonely village is in the setting sun, and the old tree is in the west of Western jackdaw.
Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. The sun is like fire, and the wild rice in Tian He is half withered.
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. The setting sun swims around the five lakes, and smoke and waves are everywhere.
Who wants to ask the East? There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen (Tang). The mountains cover the daytime, and the sea exhausts the golden river, which broadens the field of vision for 300 miles, and goes up to the next floor (the ring of the king's hall). It is sunny in the east and rainy in the west. It's sunny on the road (Tang Yuxi). You don't have to worry about the sunset when you are far away. At the end of the year, you look at Heqing (Ming Dynasty), the mangroves and mountains and clouds in Qianshan, and then you look at wine (Tang (Bai Juyi: Watching Wheat Harvest), living in the city, and it is still clear in spring and summer.
(Li Shangyin: (Yixian)) The first summer was still peaceful, and the grass did not rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea) The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the porch is cool.
(Du Fu: Summer Night Sigh) Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: It's hot) Everyone is bitter and hot. I like long summer days.
(Li Ang: Xia Lian) Remnant clouds reap the summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sends Huayin Wang Shaofu back to the county") Even if it rains, I don't know if I will go in spring, but it will clear up before I feel deep in summer.
(Fan Chengda: Happy Sunny Day) The Qingjiang River surrounds the village, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: Jiangcun) Why do you hate that Fang Fei is gone? Xia Muyang is cute.
(Qin Guan: "March is dark, the sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He rice is half burnt." . Wanli dry Kun, such as retort, fire umbrella round that day.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. The sun will not disappear at noon, and all countries are like in a red stove.
It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Bai Juyi's Memories of Jiangnan After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of June 4th. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Yang Wanli's Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang, the mountain covered the day, and the ocean drained the golden river; By going up one flight of stairs saw Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Tower" thousands of miles away. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the north wind blew geese and snow.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? In Gao Shi's Don't Move Big, there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Wang Wei's "Chai Lu" Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs over thousands of rivers.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. Li Bai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" hoes at noon, and sweat drips down the soil.
Who knows every grain of Chinese food is hard! Li Shen's "Benevolence for Farmers" has a twilight shadow in my heart, and I have caught up with him in the grave of Leyou; Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. Li Shangyin's "Happy Garden Scenery" is far away in Hanshan, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Du Mu's mountain road.
The sun jumped out of the gray sea, and a small purple flame immediately lit up the dark sky. Behind the bright morning glow, there seems to be endless blue satin.
Warm sunshine shuttles through the breath of micro-cracks. Comfortable, it will grow. The fragrance of rosewood permeates the spring and fills all the emptiness between heaven and earth. Under the sun, it is a wonderful dust stranger, whispering innocence, filled with the once unfathomable loneliness and elegant shadow.
The sky is red, the sea is full of golden waves, the red sun is like a boiling molten steel melting pot, and generate shines with dazzling golden light.
The golden sunshine poured down and poured into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea surface somewhat colorful.
It's late autumn, and the sun is lazily hanging in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face taking a nap.