Author: Wang Zhihuan
The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles.
Leyou tomb.
Author: Li Shangyin
With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou.
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
Mujiangsong
Author: Bai Juyi
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves. Cui Hao.
At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue. -Bai Juyi
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 and close Yutang.
I hung my clothes on my crown.
Jin Jingtian lixi Sanguang.
Tong Shutingyan is in Bruno.
Virtue, harmony, heaven and courtesy are everywhere.
Ganoderma lucidum is alive and happy.
Tang Yao was the last minister.
The universe is full of people from Hua Xu.
All I wear are neighbors.
Gan Jiang Rui Xi Kun Jiang Zhen.
Du Fu
When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.
Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles.
Li Shangyin from Leyou Tombs
With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou.
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
Bai Juyi in Ode to Mujiang
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Wang Wei, ambassador to the fortress
Bike wants to ask questions, and it is a country that has lived for a long time.
When the account is collected, the geese return to the lake field.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
While Xiao Guan was waiting to ride a horse, he was guarded by Ran Yan.
Huaying
Year: Song Author: Su Shi Style: Four Musts
Overlapping on the platform of Yao, I called the child several times, but I couldn't get away.
Just cleaned up by the sun, but taught the moon to send it to the future.
Donglangshan
Year: Tang Author: Style: Four Musts
Donglang stood in the east, looking forward to the sun.
A piece of Dan Xin lasts forever, who sits in a remote place?
Write poems for Gu Yanxian.
Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Lu Ji
Susu Susu Autumn Festival. Zhan Zhan is full of dew.
The sun sets at night. Xiao Yin suddenly rose.
53 sea miscellaneous poems
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen
Half-life fate, Chinese and foreign people belong to the item, ugly to love grandchildren.
Waving the title of retired Lang Feng of the Eighth Sima Lao Department in the Tang Dynasty.
Autumn is mixed.
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda
Even this matter is full of joy, why bother!
Cangyun is like jade, and the countryside is ravine.
Under the west window, you pay for the sludge.
There are diseased leaves beside the insect, and the soil is thin and there are no new branches.
Is the sun off, and the shadows on the eaves cover up the losses?
It used to be like a pine and cypress, but now it is a weeping willow.
At dusk, the wind and rain are urgent. Who will return at 20?
One of the three topics of Suihantang: Suihantang
Year: Song Author: Fan Zhongyan
I was the first to study the Tang Dynasty.
Children and grandchildren are ambitious and have a home in Jiangcheng.
Shuangsongyan is lovely and Gaotang is famous.
Elegant hall living in a house is a feeling in the mountains.
Eyes have a thousand years of color, ears have a thousand years of sound.
There is no light in June, just a jade pot.
To collect poetry books and teach children to be honest and clear.
In order to set the bell and drum, I asked Bingle to make peace.
What do you know about green smoke? On the roof all day.
Sunshine is impartial, and life is born in vain.
If you don't shake the mountain, why worry about the glory of the year?
Well, you will be honored if you are willing to make a baby.
Shi Ping, bachelor of Wu Chongqing.
Year: Song Author: Mei
Five Blessingg, silver turtle.
Riding a horse is strange.
Suddenly, I found a stone with a white circle.
There are trees and blackberries, but what can a painter do?
Wu Nai's questioning of Ouyang Gong is more suspicious than Gong Gong.
Doubt does not discriminate poetry, which is a poem with bright stars.
Send me back to make peace with you, and I will sit next to you.
Fan Hou did have Yang, but the theory of good fortune is difficult to test.
I thought it over and over again, although I didn't say it.
When the moon meets the sun, Wu Yang flies on the laurel branch.
People don't know the weather.
God wants to show the world that his shadow is as sticky as a stork.
Wu Can neither walks nor moves the moon.
Save it for the future, and be careful not to leave your servant on the jade card.
Xiao Yaoyong
Year: Song Author:
The upper world of the immortal is pure and empty, which is his closeness and sparseness.
Does cultivation teach the world knowledge? The fact is that the sun lives in it.
It takes three days to get the truth, and it is even more wonderful to smell it in one breath.
Luck is different from his past. He always comes from watching Kung Fu.
Poems about the sun:
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you forget Jiangnan?
Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.
The mountains cover the day, and the ocean drains the golden river; But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another. Mochow has no confidant in front of her, and everyone knows you.
Gao Shi's Don't Move Big
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice, and the sun shone on me from the green moss.
Chai Lu by Wang Wei
The incense burner in Rizhao produces purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan from a distance, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.
Li Bai sees Lushan Waterfall.
It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of food is hard!
Li Shen's "sympathy for farmers"
With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of my friends; The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
Lishangyinle park scenic spot
Someone is in Bai Yunsheng, far away from Cold Mountain. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. Respondents: ヤㄣゞ | Level 7 | 2011-9 65438.
Stork tower
Wang Zhihuan
The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles.
Leyou tomb
Li shangyin
With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou.
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
Songs dedicated to priests on the sacred day of peace should be made.
Wang Wei
The sun rises and shines everywhere.
Open and close Yutang.
I hung my clothes on my crown.
Jin Jingtian lixi Sanguang.
Tong Shutingyan is in Bruno.
Virtue, harmony, heaven and courtesy are everywhere.
Ganoderma lucidum is alive and happy.
Tang Yao was the last minister.
The universe is full of people from Hua Xu.
All I wear are neighbors.
Gan Jiang Rui Xi Kun Jiang Zhen.
The hymn of Twilight River
Bai Juyi
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
1. At the southeast corner of sunrise, look at my Qinshi Building. Shang Mo sang ")
2. The mountains cover the day, and the Yellow River flows people (Wang Zhihuan: at the Lusu))
It is beautiful when the sun sets, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant. (Du Fu: "Jueju")
4. The sunset is far away, the weather is freezing and the house is poor. (Liu Changqing: "Every Snow Lotus Mountain Master")
5. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
6. In the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. (Chang Jian: the Buddhist temple behind the broken mountain temple)
7. At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")
8. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. (Wang Anshi: Yuan Ri)
9. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun. (Yang Wanli: (See Jingci Temple seeing Lin Zifang off)
10. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the solitary sails are coming. (Li Bai: Wangtianmen Mountain)
Li shangyin
I have the shadow of dusk in my heart,
I drove to the Leyou Tomb.
To see the sun, although he is glorious,
Buried by the coming night.
Lipper
Yuefu Ri Chu Hang
When the sun rises, it seems to come from the ground. After a long day, it entered the sea where six dragons lived.
Its beginning and end are endless, and people have to coexist with it for a long time. The grass does not thank the spring breeze.
Wood doesn't blame autumn. Whoever drives the four blessings with bone spurs will naturally rest. Xi and Xi
The mountains cover the day, and the Yellow River flows people.
But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles.
(Wang Zhihuan: At the Heron Hotel))
But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the river waves were filled with sad mist.
Sunrise is better than fire. "
Dreams and battles can break the sun,
Don't peek at the sky if you feel in charge.
The sun shone on the incense stone and lit a wisp of smoke.
Rain and snow disappear in January.
At the end of the year, it snowed in the sun in hentai. There is no hope in the ears, but clean in the eyes.
It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Ah, the sun, you are like a gentle mother;
In the morning, you open your eyes and your affectionate eyes shine on the earth;
The flowers puffed out their chests;
Everything began to recover and began to welcome a beautiful day.
Ah, you are like a philanthropist, selflessly releasing light and heat;
With you, with convenient solar energy;
With you, the earth is lush; Only with the fragrance of flowers;
With you, the earth has everything.
Ah, the sun,
You're great.
You are the only one;
We are proud to have you!
Sun (modern poetry)
In the morning, you can enjoy yourself.
Look at my red face.
I am a shy and masked bride.
At dusk, you can enjoy yourself.
Look at my red face.
I am a free and easy drunk girl.
Just at noon.
I refuse to look straight.
I will burn my eyes.
Not all good things.
Everyone appreciates it.
March on the sun (modern poetry)
Flying Hou bird
Not afraid of the barrier of mountain pass
Migrating Tibetan antelope
Why are you afraid of the desert wind?
And the thief's shotgun
The storm in the journey
Can't stop moving forward
There are thorns everywhere
More inspired the fighting spirit.
Pioneers go forward bravely.
Full of confidence and strength
Shake off the dust of the years
Wash away the haze in my heart
New starting point in 2007
We take a bath.
Another ray of colorful sunshine
Hold a handful of holy snow
Pick a Ivylinna Lee window flower.
We are heading for the sun.
The spring tide is eroding the glacier.
Happy exercise
Has been singing with the rhythm of winter.
Sun (Mu Ye)
Ancient warrior
Holding a gloomy sword
Punch hard
sun
He smiled smugly.
Thought it would annihilate the light.
But the throat of the poem is too long.
This sword is too short.
Suppressed the soldier's eyes
Shannaobian
There are only sunsets and mountains.
Intimate conversation
Ah, the sun
A blazing sun
Primates admired by all things.
Thousands of cycles without repressed thoughts.
Crimson hopes that the horizon of the East will never fall.
I once walked into your dream.
In the silent dusk of the sunset
In the blue sky with a backlog of haze
On the trembling mouth of the green leaves
You fell asleep.
The pain of reincarnation
A Lonely Sky
dusk
How can I stop your endless desire?
The stars and the moon are gone, and the evil wind is smuggling.
Sirius opened his crazy eyes.
You are safe.
How to also like me as an ordinary person.
Sink into the darkness, sink into singing.
The sun, the sun
Like a solemn sculpture overlooking the city below.
You hold your heavy head high and start to shine again.
Forests, streams, hills
Will put on your golden dress again
Indulge in singing
Just like you banish darkness.
Summon a new dawn light
Go crazy, Sun.
Crazy, my heart.
With the flame of your thunder
Burn my eyes, my chest
And my unformed dreams
Burn the blood vessels of the heart.
Burn a weak pulse into a powerful pulse
Burn the ethereal spirit in your mind into the immortal shape of your mind.
Oh, God touched the soul.
It only permeates the empty space-time.
Faint sunshine, but I can't find what kind of feelings.
What kind of feelings are better than your rising posture?
It makes me more passionate.
You are the image of a god who adorns the flying sky.
Never be disillusioned.
Above the barriers of historical Cang Sang
It is the highest rise in Vientiane's heart.
The law hidden behind the poet
Show you the way and sing for you.
It is also a young wave of grief and indignation.
There's always new hope-
Youth and dreams
Ah, the sun
My crux lies in the bones of national poverty.
You are climbing my spine.
Autumn winding, like an immortal ivy.
Enter the center of the wall
Your fire broadcast
The poor soil on earth-
It's him, Prometheus
Yes, he once praised you.
Illuminate the universe with trembling hands
The ever-burning lamp of truth
The footsteps of illuminating the world.
Poor thing, weak poet
How can you sit down safely in front of him?
Ah, Sun, I am.
Your breath, your spirit, your rhythm.
Your silent pupil has not yet produced light.