Complete collection of poems describing sunset

1, withered vine and old tree faint crow, small bridge flowing water. The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. -Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

Dead vines entwine old trees, and crows return to their nests in the branches at dusk. Under the small bridge, there are several families by the running water. On the ancient and desolate road, the autumn wind is bleak, and a tired thin horse is carrying a wanderer. The sun is setting slowly, and the extremely sad traveler is still wandering at the end of the world.

2, the bicycle wants to ask, and it is national. 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. -Tang Wang Wei's "Let it go to the fortress"

I want to go to the border crossing by bike, and the country I pass by has passed my residence. Thousands of miles of cornices also floated out of Sai Han, and the geese heading north soared in the sky. Solitary smoke goes straight to the vast desert, and the sunset on the endless Yellow River is round. When you meet detective knight in Xiaoguan, tell me that Duhu is already in Yanran.

3. Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, waves, cold smoke and green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. -Song Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtain Covering

Blue sky, white clouds and yellow leaves, autumn scenery is connected with water waves in the river, which are filled with green and cold smoke. The mountains set off the sunset, the blue sky and the river. The grass is unfriendly and extends to the horizon beyond the sunset.

4, a new word, a glass of wine, the weather was old last year, when will the sunset return? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha, a new word and a glass of wine"

Fill in the new words and taste a glass of wine. The weather is still the same. When will the sunset turn around? There is nothing to do, but the flowers will fall again, and the deja vu Chun Yan will come back and wander alone on the fragrant path.

5. The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. I met an old friend and had a drink. How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation. -Yang Mingshen's "Linjiang Fairy, Rolling the Yangtze River and Crossing Water East"

The Yangtze River flows eastward and never looks back. How many heroes disappear like flying waves, what is right and wrong, success and failure are short-lived and not long-lasting. Only the green hills still exist and the sun still rises and sets.

The white-haired fisherman on the river has long been used to the change at four o'clock. He seldom meets his friends and likes to drink a glass of wine. Disturbances throughout the ages have become the material for drinking and chatting.