The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
join the army
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.
Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
Give one of two songs on behalf of others.
Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Leyouyuan scenic spot
With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of my friends;
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Yamagata Xiaomei
All the fragrant people shook off their brilliance and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
Bu operator
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
A butterfly in love with flowers
There are weeping willows outside the building,
Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go.
Wandering catkins in the wind,
Follow the spring and see where to go.
Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu,
He is heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable.
Send wine to Chunchun Silence,
It rained at dusk.
Give birth to a son Yuanxi
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
2. The poem "Homesickness" about the sunset [Song] Li Gou
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
The Fisherman's Pride (Fan Zhongyan)
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
"Miscellaneous songs, water tune songs"
The sun sets in Pingsha, and the stars in Gansu are high and low
Bai Juyi's Gao Ting, Yu Shengping's New Residence in Heyuan, Eight Servants and Four quatrains
Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
Two Problems of Du Mu in Qi 'an County
On the bridge of Erji Sunset Creek, half a ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow.
Li Bai's "Climbing the Xinping Building"
As time goes by, the water is cool.
Du Fu's Sunset
The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat. Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
Ambassador to the fortress (Wang)
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
3. The ancient poem "Homesickness" is about the sunset [Song] Li Gou
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
The Fisherman's Pride (Fan Zhongyan)
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
"Miscellaneous songs, water tune songs"
The sun sets in Pingsha, and the stars in Gansu are high and low
Bai Juyi's Gao Ting, Yu Shengping's New Residence in Heyuan, Eight Servants and Four quatrains
Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
Two Problems of Du Mu in Qi 'an County
On the bridge of Erji Sunset Creek, half a ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow.
Li Bai's "Climbing the Xinping Building"
As time goes by, the water is cool.
Du Fu's Sunset
The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat. Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
Ambassador to the fortress (Wang)
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
4. The ancient poem "Homesickness" about the sunset [Song] Li Yi said that the sunset is the end of the world, and my home cannot be seen at the end of the world.
The Fisherman's Pride (Fan Zhongyan) is thousands of miles away, and the smoke is long. "The first song of Zaqu Ci Shui Diao Song" is the setting sun in the west, and the stars are high and low in Gansu. Bai Juyi's "Shi Yusheng Xinpingju Sijue Gaoting" looks at the oblique topic of sunset, and a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
Du Mu's "Two Couples in Qi 'an County" is on the sunset creek bridge. In the half-wisp of smoke and willow shadows, Li Bai's "Deng Xinping Lou" is far away and the water is cool. The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat.
Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
"To the Fortress" (Wang) The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
The poem describing the infinite beauty of the sunset by the sea was buried by the coming night.
Sunset may inspire and be more energetic. Everything around him has become infinite charm.
Rows of yellow roofs turned golden yellow, and the light reflected from the windows of every household gathered together, sprinkling a special layer of light on the community, as if bringing people into a fairyland; The forest in the community seems to be covered with a layer of faint oil, which is even more green and attractive. Along the small river flowing at the end of the community, there is a different feeling at this time, quiet and warm ... the weather is sunny and pleasant, and the sunset flute and drums return home.
Gradually, the sunset gathered his last light. Before he could say goodbye, he hung his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly. Look at the original group of followers, but also timely convergence of interest, changing into a dark cloud, waiting for the sunset to come again, the sunset in the curtain hook, Chun Qing in the stream.
Sunset from shallow to deep, from shallow to deep, make the sky shameful. Want to return Xiaoli, for the love of sunset red.
The sunset has hung in mid-air, just like a disk. It shines on people's faces, and people's faces seem to be plated with gold; It shines on the water, and the river floats like gold, as if it were a magical little star shining; It shines on the green trees, and the green trees seem to be painted with oil, which makes them greener.
Gradually, the sunset disappeared in my sight. Sunset, a touch of Xia Hong style.
Looking at the horizon, you can vaguely see a white cloud. Sunset, my dream.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. Twilight is hazy, the setting sun is like blood, and the Yellow River is like a sunset glow in Phnom Penh. At this time, it is round and radiant, and the eye mask is like a dream, so it is not true.
Finally, a ray of sunset hit the ground, blended with the yellow desert, shining with golden light, devouring the sky and the sun. Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
The setting sun came obliquely from the western hills, and everything on the ground was shrouded in a fuzzy rose color. The sky is vast, the sunset falls in the distance, and the plug river flows quietly.
At this time, the face of the sun is bright red, and its light seems to be swept away by someone. It is no longer dazzling, but very soft and bright. It slowly retreated to the west, as gentle and quiet as a beautiful girl.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. I stood at the window and stared at the flawless white clouds, perhaps against the blue sky. She looks uniquely pure and noble, just like a lady walking in the sky.
Suddenly, she blushed and became so shy and charming. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Sunset may inspire and be more energetic. Everything around him has become infinite charm.
Rows of yellow roofs turned golden yellow, and the light reflected from the windows of every household gathered together, sprinkling a special layer of light on the community, as if bringing people into a fairyland; The forest in the community seems to be covered with a layer of faint oil, which is even more green and attractive. Along the small river flowing at the end of the community, there is a different feeling at this time, quiet and warm ... the weather is sunny and pleasant, and the sunset flute and drums return home.
Gradually, the sunset gathered his last light. Before he could say goodbye, he hung his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly. Look at the original group of followers, but also timely convergence of interest, changing into a dark cloud, waiting for the sunset to come again, the sunset in the curtain hook, Chun Qing in the stream.
Sunset from shallow to deep, from shallow to deep, make the sky shameful. Want to return Xiaoli, for the love of sunset red.
The sunset has hung in mid-air, just like a disk. It shines on people's faces, and people's faces seem to be plated with gold; It shines on the water, and the river floats like gold, as if it were a magical little star shining; It shines on the green trees, and the green trees seem to be painted with oil, which makes them greener.
Gradually, the sunset disappeared in my sight. Sunset, a touch of Xia Hong style.
Looking at the horizon, you can vaguely see a white cloud. Sunset, my dream.
The sea "Hula-Hula" rushed to the shore and rushed to our feet, cool and itchy, like a bug scratching my feet. There are countless shells and kelp washed up by the sea, so I picked up a small bucket full. Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place. Red is Zhen Hong, but there is no light.
The sun seems to be struggling to rise slowly step by step. Finally, it finally broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely, with a lovely red color. In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly shone brightly, making people's eyes ache, and the clouds beside it suddenly became dazzling.
There is also a beautiful landscape on the beach, where a group of people of all colors are playing by the sea. Some people are digging shells, some are fishing for small fish, and some are playing in the water. Look, there are two people taking wedding photos in wedding dresses. They are laughing happily. Fishing boats are like stamens on the waves, accompanied by the sunset, with the expectations of their families, and return with full loads.
In the distant sky, returning birds hover over the sea, and their wings seem to brush past the sunset glow. At this time, it is the beautiful scenery of "the sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, the autumn waters are * * * and the sky is one color". Ah! The dusk by the sea is really lingering.
I saw the sea for the first time. It is many times bigger than the sea I imagined. The blue sea is surging and the waves are beating against the rocks on the shore. Looking into the distance, the sky is connected with the sea, and the air is fresh and refreshing. We stepped barefoot on the soft beach, and the waves came and hit my calf, as if my mother were stroking me gently, and my heart suddenly warmed up.
6. Ancient poems about the sunset describe the spring grievances of the sunset. The screen window is fading, and no one sees the tears hidden in the golden house. Lonely and empty, spring comes late, and pear blossoms are not full. I joined the army and went to the west of the city hundreds of feet to put out the fire. I sat alone in the sea breeze and autumn wind at dusk. I even played Qiangdi Guan Shanyue, and I didn't have the sorrow of Mrs. Jin Wanli. I take one of the two songs as a gift, and I want to rest upstairs at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook. Banana didn't show its to see the sun, for all his glory, and was buried in the coming night. Xiaomei's fragrant flowers sway alone in the garden in the mountains, occupying all the amorous feelings of the small garden. Light and shadow are shallow, and faint fragrance comes at dusk. The frost bird wants to see it first, but the butterfly dies if it knows it. Fortunately, there is a whisper to each other, and there is no need for sandalwood golden urn. The operator broke the bridge outside the post and it was lonely. It already is. Only the fragrance remains the same. There are thousands of flowers hanging outside the Butterfly Love Flower Building. If you want to be young, you should stay in spring and go there less. You should let the catkins drift with the wind and see where you go with spring. Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu, so it is heartless, and Mo Ye is sad. Wine sends spring without words, and it rains at dusk. Last January, the flower market was brightly lit. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me. This year.