Ancient poems about the sun, 3! !

Lipper

Yuefu Ri Chu Hang

The sunrise in the east seems to come from the ground. After a long day, I entered the sea again, and the six dragons lived in peace.

Its beginning and end are endless, and people can't get along with it for long. Grass doesn't thank the spring breeze,

Wood doesn't complain about autumn. Whoever drives the four blessings with bone spurs, everything is natural.

The wind didn't force out the heat in midsummer, and the Naxi sun seemed to have wings, hovering over the hills and refusing to set.

People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and they will do whatever it takes.

The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool.

If you can't travel around the world with your hands, why not swim in it?

At the heron hotel. "

Author: Wang Zhihuan

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Leyou tomb.

Author: Li Shangyin

In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Mujiangsong

Author: Bai Juyi

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Wang Wei should be ruled by the song of the minister given by the holy day and the sun

The sun rises and shines everywhere.

Open the Jade Hall.

I hung my clothes on my crown.

Jin Jingtian lixi Sanguang.

Tong Shutingyan is in Bruno.

Dehe Tianxi Li.

Ganoderma lucidum is alive and happy.

After, after, Chen.

Hua Xu people.

I am a neighbor who wears all the clothes.

Gan Jiang Rui Xi Kun Jiang Zhen.

Du Fu

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

Wang Wei, ambassador to the fortress

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.