Poems about the evening 1. Poems describing the evening
Half the river is rustling and half the river is red.
The sunset is infinitely good, and buried by the coming night.
It's still full of summer because it's late in Sang Yu.
The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountains.
The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and the people in Pinglin Crescent Moon. There is nothing to do, but the flowers fall, and I feel familiar with Yan's return.
Gu Teng's old trees are dim crows, bridges are flowing, ancient roads are thin and thin, and the sun is setting, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The flat forest is vast and misty, and the cold mountain area is sad and blue.
In the cool night, the moonlight blooms, and I miss the Jade Tower and Yao Temple, and I miss Qinhuai in the air.
At dusk, I lean against Zhulan alone. The shower has just stopped.
Everyone drinks without emotion, and the nostalgia and the blue boat urge him to make a hair.
Holding hands and looking at his eyes with tears, he has no words to choke.
I miss him, and the dusk is heavy.
Affectionate feelings have hurt my parting since ancient times.
It's even more comparable to the cold autumn festival.
Where can I wake up from drinking tonight? Who should I talk to?
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
It travels thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no bright moon on the spring river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and trees.
The frost flows in the air, but the white sand on Tingshang is invisible. < When did Jiang Yue take photos at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and the moon are only similar every year.
I don't know who the river and the moon are waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are drifting away, and the green maple is full of worries.
Who's going boating tonight? Where do you miss the bright moon building?
Poor people wander upstairs and on the moon, so they should take photos away from people's makeup mirror.
Jade household curtains can't be rolled up, but they can be brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other, and I hope that the flowers will shine on you every month.
The swan geese are flying for a long time, and the fish Long Qian is dancing in the water.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool, but poor spring didn't return home.
Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.
I don't know how many people will return home by the moon, but the moon will shake the trees all over the river.
2. Poems describing dusk
1. As a dream, the courtyard of slender moon in the Qing Dynasty: the courtyard of Nalanxing's slender moon at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow.
do you know that? Old hatred and new love are half. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow is red with tears.
In the courtyard at dusk, the moon is in the sky, and the two people are chatting and the drunkenness is gradually decreasing. Now, lovers have met for a long time in the future. I wonder if that person's heart is true? Still pretending? Old haters and new lovers, old feelings and new grievances are intertwined, which is unclear and confusing.
who can see my sad thoughts, sleepless nights, red tears on my face, soaking the coral pillow letter? 2. Yumeiren listened to Chengtoujiao at dusk in Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde listened to Chengtoujiao at dusk, and he was in a bad mood.
the medicine stove is short and green at the beginning of boiling, and there is no trace of anger and affection without that residual fragrance. Affectionate since ancient times, the original disease, clear mirror pity clear shadow.
A snap of your fingers made you cry like silk, and the Central Committee and Dongfeng Hugh sent someone to know. At dusk, I heard the sound of the horn coming from the city head. I sat up reluctantly and was in a bad mood.
Just after the medicine was boiled, the lamps and candles gave off a blue flame, and the burning incense gave off half a wisp of smoke, which evoked infinite sadness. Affectionate people have always been ill since ancient times. I look in the mirror and lament my gaunt face.
When I read your "Finger-flicking Words", my tears suddenly fell. Please don't tell you that I miss you in my illness. 3, Jiang Shenzi Twilight is still the rain in the Song Dynasty: Su Shigong's old preface cloud: Heavy snow is pregnant with Zhu Kangshu's ambassador, and I also know that I miss you, so I wrote "Jiang Shenzi" to send it.
the evening is still the rain. Open the curtain at dawn and want to level the eaves.
the sky is low and there is nowhere to recognize the green curtain. Who will accompany me when I sit alone and sing frozen songs? Wipe away the diseased eyes and twist the beard.
make your guests drunk and tired. Crystal salt, sweet for whom? Hold the plum blossom in your hand and look east to recall Tao Qian.
Snow is like an old friend. Although it is lovely, some people dislike it. Yesterday at dusk, it was still drizzling in the sky. I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, only to find that the heavy snow was almost flush with the eaves.
The river is vast and the sky is low, and the long white snow covers all the wine flags in the riverside pub. I sit alone in the cold and recite poems. Who is there to accompany me? Wipe your dim eyes and stroke your aging beard. You may be having a feast. Who is this crystal-clear snow for? I looked east with plum blossom in my hand, thinking of Tao Qian.
snow is like an old friend, and an old friend is like snow. Although it is lovely, it is afraid of being "disrespected". 4, Butterfly Love Flowers Courtyard is deep and deep Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu's courtyard is deep and deep, and the willows are piled up with smoke, and the curtain is not heavy.
Yule Carved Saddle swims and smelt, and Zhangtai Road can't be seen at the height of the building. The rain and the wind are crazy in March, and the door is closed at dusk, so there is no plan to stay in spring.
I asked the flowers with tears in my eyes and flew over the swing. The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow yiyi, flying patches of smoke, a heavy curtain I do not know how many layers.
The luxurious chariots and horses stopped at the place where the noble childe was having fun. She went upstairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the road leading to Zhangtai. It's dusk in spring, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how hard it is to cover up the dusk scenery, it can't keep the spring.
tearfully, I asked the fallen flower if she knew my mind. The fallen flower was silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit. 5, Shengchazi Yuanxi Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market lights like a day.
the willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk. The lantern festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and the lights are still the same as last year.
I didn't see anyone last year, and my tears wet my sleeves. Last year, on the fifteenth day of the first month of the first month, the lights of the flower market were as bright as during the day.
The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to have a heart-to-heart talk after dusk. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I'll never see my old friend again last year, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears.
3. Poems describing the evening
Poem 1: The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
The full text of the leyou tombs written by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty: with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs. Sunset, infinite beauty, only close to the dusk.
Interpretation: I was unhappy in the evening and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, just near dusk.
verse 2: the sunset on the screen window is getting dusk, and no one in the golden house sees tears. Origin: The full text of Liu Fangping's "Spring Complaint" in the Tang Dynasty: Sunset on the screen window is getting dusk, and no one sees tears in the Golden House.
Lonely and empty, spring is late, and pear blossoms are everywhere. Interpretation: the sunshine outside the screen window fades and dusk gradually falls; Locked up the mansion, no one saw my sad tears.
The courtyard is empty and lonely, and the spring scenery will soon be gone; Pear blossoms are falling all over the floor, and the door is closed mercilessly. Verse 3: On the moon, the willows shoot at the top, and people meet after dusk.
full text: Source: Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu's "Sheng Cha Zi Yuan Xi" full text: Last year, at the Lantern Festival, the flower market lights were like day. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me.
On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same. No longer saw last year's old friend, tears of tears were wet to the clothes.
Interpretation: On the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first month last year, the lights at the flower market were as bright as during the day. The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk with him after dusk.
On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. Never see last year's lover again, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears.
Poem 4: Wild grass flowers at Queqiao, sunset at Wuyi Lane. Source: Wuyixiang written by Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty: Wild grass flowers at Zhuque Bridge, sunset at Wuyi Lane. The swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie an have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
Interpretation: The Suzaku Bridge is desolate and covered with weeds and wild flowers, and the broken walls at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is just the setting sun. In the Jin Dynasty, Ziyan lived in front of the two houses in Xie 'an, Wang Dao, but now it nests and flies into the homes of ordinary people.
verse 5: the heartbroken man is at the end of the world when the sun sets. The full text of Tianjingsha Qiu Si written by Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty: a dead vine and an old tree crow, a small bridge and a flowing family, an ancient road and a thin horse. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Interpretation: From afar, the crows are looking for old vines to inhabit. From a closer look, there are people living next to bridges and running water. In front of them, there is only a thin horse carrying a wandering wanderer and slowly walking along the ancient autumn wind road. Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, the wandering wanderer is still wandering around the world.
4. Never write a poem about the evening.
1. Camel Xiangzi
Evening: Summer evening is warm and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; Wearing colorful skirts, gathering your temples and holding them lightly; Elegant and elegant.
the sky is a faint blue, and sometimes clouds are floating, like white cotton wool. The breeze blows their soft bodies, singing softly and leisurely all the way. When you look down at the roadside, the green grass and flowers are whispering. When you look up again, the cotton-like white clouds all turn into "ponytails" and disperse to the sky ...
The setting sun is like blood, and the sunshine is all over the sky.
I like summer evenings best. The beauty is intoxicating and gorgeous! That flaming cloud covered the western sky, like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow base and a faint orange red; Add a light blue ribbon to the orange red; One end of the ribbon is fully unfolded, and a wide bloody silk scarf is gradually drifting away to the horizon ... thus setting off the sunset more bright red and gorgeous.
in the twilight, the distant mountains are gloomy and magnificent. In the vastness, I saw the two poplars and pines standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze is swaying their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, they look more vigorous and tall. The swaying branches and leaves have a touch of the afterglow of the setting sun. I saw the mottled setting sun hanging on the treetops and falling bit by bit. Quickly pick up the digital camera and freeze it at that moment; Bang! Beautiful silhouette-Tree: Like a man with indomitable spirit, he entered my "shutter" ...
The mountains in the sunset are dignified and majestic, which makes me intoxicated and fascinated!
as the night darkens, the sunset finally can't stand the tempering of time and falls into the valley. The top of the mountain swallowed up the last ray of light. Looking at the setting sun, I sighed, "The sunset is infinitely good, buried by the coming night". The beautiful setting sun is so spectacular, but it is a flash in the pan. Day replaces the sun and the moon. What about life? Everyone is from childhood, youth, prime of life to old age. What about everyone's sunset? Will it be so brilliant? Time flies, flowers fall and bloom, and youth will never come again!
2. The river flows away from the east, and the warm color of the sunset is scattered on the water, dancing and sparkling. Iraqi people stand on the shore, and the autumn wind blows her long hair wildly, watching the sunset quietly. The sunset is blushed and slowly hides in the water. In an instant, the water and the sky seem to be caged with a layer of gold. At this moment, that day, that person, that water, and everything in the world. .
4. As evening came, the sky turned dark and the earth began to fall asleep.
5. Unconsciously, the moon, like a shy Mulan, quietly hid behind a dark cloud, revealing a small crescent moon, and the whole world became dim. -Dai Xu Da
6. Against the faint light coming, the branches cast a sparse cold shadow, and occasionally a breeze struck, and the leaves made a steady and daze noise. -Jin Zhicheng
7. The earth is waking up, but I still think it is so exquisite. Its beauty can't be expressed in my own words, but I can only appreciate it with my heart. Today, I saw the beautiful scenery in this dark night, and only such a beautiful scenery can make me seem to be walking in clouds.
8. In the evening, the sky is already gray. At this time, the lights on the high building. It's like several stars have fallen and winked at me! Then, the street lights and car lights on the road also rushed to light up, and the whole road was suddenly brightly lit, and the lights were like fireflies flying in the air. When the sky was completely dark, the neon lights lit up. This time, Shanghai seems to have put on a shiny new dress: neon lights are ever-changing, red, green, purple and yellow, which are really colorful; And the ever-changing shapes, like rainbows and flowers, are beautiful patterns on the clothes. Roads, a piece of golden light, like ribbons. The lights on the top of the tall building seem to be twinkling gems, decorated with clothes.
5. Poems about dusk
Spring resentment
Sunset on the screen window is getting dusk, and no one in the Golden House sees tears.
Lonely and empty, spring is late, and pear blossoms are everywhere.
join the army
the bonfire is 1 feet west of the city, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.
He plays the Qiang flute and Guan Shanyue, so he has no worries about Wan Li, the golden lady.
one of the two songs
upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook across the moon.
Bananas don't show lilac knots, but they are sad in the same spring breeze.
Leyouyuan Scenic Resort
with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs;
the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
Xiaomei in the mountain garden
All the fragrant flowers shake off their own splendor, occupying all the amorous feelings to the small garden.
The shadows are horizontal and oblique, the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.
The frost birds steal their eyes before they want to go down, but the pink butterfly dies when they know it.
fortunately, there is a little rhyme to talk about, and there is no need for a sandalwood * * * gold bottle.
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the bridge is broken outside the post, and there is no owner in loneliness.
it's already dusk, and it's even more windy and rainy.
I don't mean to struggle for spring, but everyone is jealous.
bits and pieces are turned into mud and rolled into dust, and only the fragrance remains the same.
Butterfly Lovers
There are thousands of strands of weeping willows outside the building.
If you want to be young, stay less in spring and go.
You drift catkins before the wind,
Follow the spring and see where you go.
When green mountains and rivers hear about Du Yu,
they are heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable.
Send wine to Chunchun without saying anything,
It is raining at dusk.
the birth inspector Yuan Xi
Last year, the flower market was full of lights. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me.
On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same. No longer saw last year's old friend, tears of tears were wet to the clothes.