1. Poems about birds and the sunset
Poems about birds and the sunset 1. Poems about the sunset and birds
Looking at the setting sun Xie Tiao Meidan There is a lot of noise, but the sun is not leaving home.
The setting sun remains clear, and I sit high under the east window. The cold locust trees are growing like bunches, and the autumn chrysanthemums are blooming.
I ask when this happens, the cool breeze embraces the horse. I am a guest who has returned home injured, and thinks again of those who have left home.
Love, pleasure, and happiness are not many, but the documents are rare. Since there is no evil government, Luoyang Society can only rest.
Gazing at the sunset by Ma Dai The solitary clouds and returning birds travel thousands of miles in a short time. Why am I still missing? I haven't returned home for a long time.
Under the slight sun, the trees look like autumn mountains in the distance. I don't dare to look at it when I'm near the water. I'm afraid that my face will look the same as before.
On the way (One is the setting sun) Looking at hometown by Meng Haoran When traveling as a traveler, I am worried about the setting sun, and I am reminded of my hometown. The situation is outside his mountain. It's cold and the birds are coming in the evening.
The snow is deep and the road is lost, and the clouds are dark and the balcony is lost. It's a pity that the panicked son is singing loudly, who will be the matchmaker?
The setting sun by Du Fu The setting sun is on the curtain hook, and the spring scene is quiet by the stream. Fangfei is on the shore of the garden, and the woodcutter leans on the boat on the beach.
Crying birds compete with each other on the branches, and flying insects roam the courtyard. Who created the turbid mash for you? One drink will dispel a thousand worries.
Sunset at the Border Town by King Luo Bin Zi Sai Liusha to the north, Huang Tu Ba Shui to the east. Once I say goodbye to Zudou, I will chase Shapeng thousands of miles away.
The waiting moon is always full, and the source is repeatedly emptied. The wilderness is dark and the air is combined, and the beacons are clear and the smoke is clear.
The physical strength is tired from the dust, and the years on the battlefield are exhausted. The rivers are full of rocks and the mountain roads are far and wide.
Aspirations are high, and sincerity runs through the white rainbow. If your kindness can be repaid, there are male and female dragon swords.
Recalling the Setting Sun in the Mountains by Li Bai After the rain, the misty scenery is green, and the remaining clouds are scattered on a sunny day. The east wind returns with spring and brings flowers to my branches.
It is almost twilight when the flowers fall. It makes people sigh when they see this. I would like to travel to famous mountains and learn the Tao of Flying Dansha.
The setting sun shines on the mountain. Anonymous Pei Huikong was at the foot of the empty mountain, and the setting sun was setting in the late evening. The round shadow passes over the peaks and ridges, and half-circles enter the thin forest.
Yu Guangche’s group of women are divided into many gullies. The stone mirror is extremely clear, and the light from the rock shines brightly.
The birds are gone, and the evening smoke is growing in the desert. Who knows this situation again? I am grateful and happy.
The setting sun, Qi Ji, is shining on the high platform in the evening, with the remaining bells and horns reminding me. It has been half a lifetime to be able to sell and fall several times.
The leaves are blown by the dark wind, and the sky is dim. Because of thinking about ancient people and affairs, they have become dusty.
The sky is clear and the sand is clear. Autumn. Unnamed. The setting sun in the isolated village is covered with light smoke and jackdaws in the old trees. Under the shadow of Feihong, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Fisherman's Ao Fan Zhongyan The scenery is strange when autumn comes, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is setting and the city is closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away. The swallows have no plan to return, and the Qiang pipes are covered with frost.
When people are sleepless, the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. Autumn on the Lake by Xue Ying Traveling around the five lakes at sunset, the mist is full of sorrow.
Who can ask about the ups and downs of the ages? Wang Wei, who was sent to the fortress, wanted to ask about the border when he was riding a bicycle. He belonged to the country and passed by Juyan. Zheng Peng left the Han Dynasty, returned to Yan and entered Wu Tian.
The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river. When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran.
Title: Du Mu The cultural relics of the Six Dynasties are scattered all over the sky, the sky is light and the clouds are clear, the same as today and the past. Birds go and birds come. In the scenery of mountains, people sing and cry in the sound of water.
In late autumn, thousands of houses are covered with rain, and a flute of wind blows on the rooftop as the sun sets. I am melancholy that I will never see Fan Li, and there are scattered smoke and trees in the east of the five lakes.
Gao Pavilion by Bai Juyi. The ridge of the pavilion is too high. Please do not demolish it. The owner will keep it as the west mountain. It's beautiful where the sunset is slanting, half-circle reflected in the mist of spring mist.
Night view of Jiangcun by Dai Fuxu The setting sun shines on the flat sand at the head of the river, and the fishing boats lean on the bank when the tide recedes. A pair of white birds stand near the water. When they see people, they get up and enter the reed flowers.
Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains by Wu Jun I can see the smoke coming from the mountains, and I can see the setting sun in the bamboos. Birds fly to the eaves and clouds come out of the window.
Evening in the village, Lei Zhen, the grass is full, the pond is full of water, the setting sun on the mountain is soaked in cold ripples. The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.
Jinling Evening View Gao Chan once returned to the evening green with floating clouds, and still accompanied the setting sun with the sound of autumn; There are infinite painting hands in the world, and it is sad that no painting can be completed. Farewell to a Friend Li Bai Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng.
This place is different, and I have traveled thousands of miles alone. The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend.
I waved my hand and went away, the horse roared. Farewell to the King on his eleventh trip to the south by Liu Changqing. I look at you in the vast sea of ??smoke and water, and wave my hands with tears in my handkerchief.
The flying birds are nowhere to be seen, and the green mountains are empty to people. The Yangtze River is sailing far away, and the setting sun is spring across the lakes.
Who can see that on Tingzhou, the white apples are full of lovesickness and sorrow. The Resentment of the Exiled Immortal by Liu Changqing The sun sets over the Qingchuan River, and the melancholy boat is released.
Birds fly far and near to Pingwu, and people follow the flowing water from east to west. The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the bright moon is in front of the stream and behind it.
I hate being banished to Changsha, and the spring grass in the rivers and lakes is luxuriant. Evening Breeze Yang Wanli The evening breeze does not allow you to see clear ripples, but it allows heavy curtains to hang to the ground.
There are no mountains in the plains to cover the setting sun, and the west window turns red when the moon comes.
2. Sentences describing birds and the sunset
The dusk is dim, the setting sun is like blood, and the setting sun on the edge of the Yellow River is like a gold-rimmed sunset. At this time, it is perfectly round, radiant, and dazzling. The film is like a dream, so unreal. The last trace of the setting sun hits the ground and merges with the dim yellow desert. The golden light is bright, swallowing up the fertile sun. As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of the clouds, and people are walking in twos and threes on the street. Strolling, the evening breeze slowly brings waves of fragrance mixed with flowers and trees, making people relaxed and happy, and the sunset is infinitely beautiful. A bright red sunset shines on the Western Mountain, and large white clouds float in the azure sky. They show a flame-like red under the setting sun. If you look carefully, you will see the clouds fluttering in the sky, just like being in a gauze-like dream, which will keep you away from troubles.
3. Sentences describing birds and the sunset
The dusk is dim, the setting sun is like blood, and the setting sun on the edge of the Yellow River is like a gold-rimmed sunset. At this time, it is perfectly round, radiant, and dazzling. The film is like a dream, so unreal. The last trace of the setting sun hits the ground and merges with the dim yellow desert. The golden light is bright, swallowing up the fertile sun.
As the sun sets in the west, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of the clouds. , people strolled on the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly brought waves of fragrance mixed with flowers and trees, which made people relaxed and happy, and even felt that the sunset was infinitely beautiful.
A bright red sunset shines on the Western Mountain, There are large white clouds floating in the clear blue sky. They show a flame-like red under the setting sun. If you look carefully, you will see the clouds fluttering in the sky, as if they are on a veil. Like a beautiful dream, it will keep you away from troubles.
4. Poems about birds and dusk
A little bird, me, and the loneliness in the dusk
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Look at the setting sun levelly, hold your knees with both hands, or hold your chin with one hand.
The cry of a little bird brought me back to reality -
At this moment, I discovered: this dusk does not belong to me alone.
Lakeside. past. There is also the poignancy of the traces and ripples,
Only my silence can reproduce the twists and turns of the past.
Looking up at this little bird flying away, I began to feel lucky for myself -
This evening, the sight of me passing by it has merged into the arc of its flying wings. .
But I wonder if the sunset has marked this loneliness? Is it holding my sad thread in its whining beak?
Is it heading home? And my heart has nowhere to go,
including my sincere blessings to it.
Could it be? Is it really lonelier than me?
Just like the sunset that is about to wither in the dusk.
It is the same as me but different.
The wings are on its body but born in my heart; it does not know my tranquility, but I know it well
Why does it feel sad and painful?
That cry, those wings that keep waving, just like
The story that I am crying in my heart has a beginning but no ending.
This dusk; this little bird; this loneliness!
Did they and I know each other in previous lives? ..
5. Poems about birds and dusk
A little bird, looking at the loneliness and the setting sun in the dusk, holding my knees with both hands, or holding my chin with one hand .
The cry of a little bird brought me back to reality - at this moment, I discovered: This dusk does not belong to me alone. Lakeside.
Past events. There is also the poignancy of the traces and ripples. Only my silence can reproduce the twists and turns of the past.
Looking up at this little bird flying away, I began to feel lucky for myself - at dusk, the sight of me passing by it had merged into the arc of its fluttering wings.
But I wonder if the sunset has marked this loneliness? Is it holding my sad silk in its whining beak? Is it on its way home? And my heart has nowhere to go, including my sincere blessings to it. Could it be? Is it really lonelier than me? Just like the sunset that is about to wither in this dusk.
It is the same as me but different. Its wings are on its body but born in my heart; it does not know my tranquility, but I know why it is sad and painful.
That scream, those wings that keep waving, are like the story that is crying in my heart, which has a beginning but no ending. This dusk; this little bird; this loneliness! Did they and I know each other in previous lives?
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6. Poems about the setting sun gn bird
Outside the new moon and the flying bird, the setting sun is even more in the west. ("He Zhou Bangyan" by Zhang Lei of the Song Dynasty) No one is lying on the cow's back at sunset, bringing the jackdaws back in twos and twos. ("Village Residence" by Shun Min of the Song Dynasty) The old cow was owed a lot of money from farming, and lay on the slope gnawing grass at the sunset. ("He Shu" by Kong Pingzhong of the Song Dynasty) Outside the setting sun, jackdaws are counting, and running water surrounds the isolated village. (Song Dynasty and Qin Dynasty, "Man Ting Fang") The sound of birds is heard in the deep valley and the trees are shadowed by the mountains and the sunset is reflected in the village. (Liu Zihui of the Song Dynasty, "Hu Houxian's Mountain Residence") After the rain, the green curtains of the small shop are scattered, and the sun sets among the red trees in the remote village. (Qing Dynasty, Zha Shenxing's "Chiheyi") A stream of green water is covered with spring rain, half of the bank is clear of mountains and half of it is sunset.
(Qing Dynasty Duanmu Guohu's "Sailboats in the Sand Bay") The waterfall is dragging down thousands of rain, but the setting sun first clears up the peak. (Qing Dynasty Lin Zexu's "Ji Mu") Right or wrong, success or failure has turned around, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. (Ming Dynasty Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal") The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless. Even outside the setting sun, (Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu Zhe") thousands of valleys have the sound of late music, and several peaks stand silently in the setting sun. (Song Dynasty Wang Yucheng's "Village Journey") The fragrant grass in the setting sun has no regrets, but the talented and beautiful have no regrets. (Chao Buzhi's "Partridge Sky" of the Song Dynasty) It was a blushing place just before the rain, with a few soft willows and smoke. The beautiful soul disappears before the sunset. ("Huanxi Sha" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty)
Wang Wei, the envoy to the fortress,
The bicycle wants to ask about the side, but the country he belongs to has passed by Juyan. Zheng Peng left the Han Dynasty, and the returning geese entered Hu Tian. The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river. When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran.
Du Fu's "Sunset" The setting sun is on the curtain hook, and the spring scene is quiet by the stream. Fangfei is on the shore of the garden, and the woodcutter leans on the boat on the beach. Crying birds compete with each other on the branches, and flying insects roam the courtyard. Who created the turbid mash for you? One drink will dispel a thousand worries.
Evening view of Jiangcun Dai Fushi
The setting sun shines on the flat sand at the head of the river, and the fishing boats are leaning on the bank when the tide recedes. A pair of white birds stand near the water. When they see people, they get up and enter the reed flowers.
Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains by Wu Jun I can see the smoke coming from the mountains, and I can see the setting sun in the bamboos. Birds fly to the eaves and clouds come out of the window.
Evening in the village, thunder and lightning
The pond is full of grass and water, and the setting sun on the mountain is soaked in cold ripples. The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.
The setting sun Qi Ji
The evening light shines on the high platform, and the remaining bells and horns remind me. It has been half a lifetime to be able to sell and fall several times. The leaves are blown by the dark wind, and the sky is filled with darkness. Because of thinking about ancient people, everything has changed into dust
7. Poems about birds and dusk
"Dusk"
The afternoon sun fell to the bottom of the valley, the pine trees
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It is a kind of smoke, a quiet dusk
God is going to extinguish the world
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Breathing deeply into the air, what comes out
are code words. A row of pigeons returning from heaven and
a row of sparrows on the wires rhyme with
rhythmic poetry, and the movements are in rhythm
When I go to the mountains, I will be like Waiting like the temple
Bells ringing, cauldrons of food, restoring the days when the Lord Buddha was alive
Holding the Western Heaven in his hand, like now
The dusk is getting darker and darker, and the sky is getting darker and darker. Coming further and further
Dusk is a yellow robe of the sun
There are as many people around as there are Song poems
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When it hangs down from the sky, it can no longer be called
Long live
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8. About " Verses of "Flying Birds"
1. The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring streams. (Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream")
2. Thousands of mountains have lost their birds, and thousands of people have disappeared. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
3. I feel the flowers splashing with tears when I feel the time, and I hate the other birds and startle them. (Du Fu: "Looking at Spring")
4. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
5. There are clouds in the chest, and the birds are returning from the canthus. (Du Fu: "Looking at the Mountains")
6. The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking")
7. The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people. (Chang Jian: "Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple")
8. All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain")
9. The bird stayed in the tree by the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao: "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion")
10. The noisy cicada forest is more quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.
(Wang Ji: "Entering Ruoye River