Dusk:
Spring Resentment
As the sun sets through the screen window, no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears.
Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. Liu Yuxi Le Youyuan Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk. Qian Qi visited Li Qing but did not meet him.
The painted halberd and the red tower reflect the sunset, and the tall and cold willows watch the flying crows. Guixuan is nowhere to be seen in front of the gate, and I am worried about watching the setting sun on the city.
Chen Jiayan's banquet at Gao's Linting Pavilion in the dark day
The young master Shen Jingai took his friends to play with the flowers. The person is a guest from Pingyang, and the place is Shi Chong's home. The old water is full of water, and the scenery is full of new flowers. Evening rides back at dusk, the Changchuan River is illuminated by the sunset.
Liu Yuxi In the new clear night of autumn, the moon is like a practiced and cheerful sky. The clouds are bright at night after the rain has stopped, and the wind and night scenery are clear. The high moon is slightly haloed, and the clouds are thin and thin. There are hundreds of insects on the dew grass, and the sound of thousands of leaves in the autumn forest. Looking at each other step by step, there is a lot of love.
Bai Juyi Yu Shunzhi gave a gift of purple clouds from afar, and responded with a poem: The heart of an old friend thousands of miles away is solemn, and the end of one end is fragrant and purple. When the seal is opened, the sunset reflects the color, and the wind and autumn water patterns are all over the painting. I feel pity for the broken leaves when I want to cut the mattress, and I cherish the flowers when I am making the fur. It is better to sew acacia quilt and miss you as much as I sleep.
Zhao Yanduan Huanxisha After the rain, the green of the garden becomes thicker. The sunset is bright and the dusk clouds are heavy. We meet again on the east bank of the bridge. When I woke up, my hair was still green on my temples, and the redness of my makeup faded slightly from the sweat. How many thoughts are unspoken.