When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The mountain reflects the sunset and the sky meets the water, the grass is ruthless, and the sunset is more outside.
All the valleys are full of sounds, including the sound of dusk. The peaks are silent and the sun sets.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Pilgrims' hats carry the sunset, and green hills are in the distance.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and lonely.
The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people?
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
I like to sing ode to dusk, and the green hills shine everywhere (Ye Jianying)
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
The new moon has given birth to birds, and the setting sun is farther west.
As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road.
Only it-the old cow who worked hard for a year, fallow on the hillside, chewing grass and bathing in the golden sunset.
Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village.
Birds are singing in the trees in the valley, and the shadows of mountains are in the village at sunset.
After the rain, mangroves in remote villages set in the sunset.
A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset.
The waterfall drags a thousand rains, and the sunset will clear a peak first.
2. Poetry praises sunset red 1, bird's magpie bridge with red belt and sunset-Tang Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Gate"
2. Eternal Sunset-Song Zhongshu's Xu Hao
3. Autumn Wind and Sunset Red-Song Huang Zhu's Jiang Shenzi/Jiang Chengzi
4, the sunset slightly leaks one yuan. Shao Hengzhen's Linjiang Fairy Intentionally Living Without Water.
5, people fight for the sunset red-Song Lu tour "Near the Village"
6. Broken sunset red-The Waves by Wang Song Yi
7, Daphne genkwa half sunset red-Bai Songyu toad "Tour Yang Ziyan"
8. Birds sing to startle the sunset —— Bai Song Yu Chan's "Gift to Luan Lu Deputy Palace"
9. Wildflowers, Birds, Sunset Red, Song Jeffery Ji's "Poor Song"
10, the sunset is red all the year round-Ju Jing Garden by Song Dong Sigao
1 1, a thousand miles of sunset red in Lin Ruhai-Song Dongsikun's "The residence of Mengcuo Wuchan people is in Liujiang City, Hukou County, I heard that I went back to the province."
12, the sunset crimps pomegranate flowers-Song Dongsikun's "The Fragrant Wall"
13, several rounds of sunset red dragging outside the ridge-Fan Song Ren Zhong's Meishan
14, cicada singing and sunset red-Song Huang Minqiu "gazebo"
15, the sunset is still half red —— Song Qiukui's "What I saw in the book running late"
For reference.
3. The beautiful poem describing sunset red is: 1. Look at the autumn grass independently, and the savage plows the sunset.
-Chu Sizong's "Looking at Nanpi Roy" 2. The east wind is gradually rushing and the setting sun is slanting, and a tree blooms for several days. -Come to "cherish flowers" 3. Pick mulberry spring and walk in the sunset.
-Li Duan's Spring Tour 4. In Ye Zhou, when the sunset is over. -Cen Can's Return to Dongshan 5. Recalling the sunset in Xin 'an County and Qian Shan.
-Huang Fuzeng "Send to Liu Yuan Foreign Minister Qing" 6. The sunset smoked the grass and the river reflected the curtain. -Du Fu's "Yat Sen Qing" 7. Autumn water, the sunset is raining.
-Du Mu's "Autumn Sending Far Away" 8. The guest seeks the morning light, and the monk returns to the sunset. -Cui Yao's "Deng Jiang Shan Kai Zen Temple" 9. The bank of the Gengkun River is closed to the sunset.
-"Send Hu School Books to the Riverside" 10, mangrove cicadas are full of sunset and hoary heads are injured. -Yuan Zhen's "Send Lu Jian" 1 1, the east wind is steep and the sails are far away, and the leaves are shining in the sunset.
-Lu Guimeng's "Jingkou" 12, there are patches of rain in Jiangcun and sunset in Yesi. -Cen Can's "Late Five Crossing" 13, the sunset is full of water and the edge color is full of autumn sky.
-Gao Shi's "The Capital of Yun Chi" 14, the bosom friend is too lazy to sing, and the curtain locks the sunset. -Jong Li's "Appreciating Xiahou Scholar in Jishui County" 15, Autumn Grass Shop City, Bird Bridge Red Sun.
-Bai Juyi's Wang Changmen 16, sending birds to the extreme and complaining about the sunset. -Li Bai's Songs of the Chu Dynasty 17, not seen outside the wall of ten thousand people, the sunset only lives in Wu.
-Li Shangyin's The Former Residence of Baiyunfu 18, Xiao Lou Ye, Yin Qing, worried about the sunset branch. -Liu Yuxi to Hu Ling's ""xianggong new cicada ".
4. Is there any poem about sunset red that needs to be filled for you urgently? Future questions should be comprehensive.
Don't tie my hands and feet
Through the clouds, I am a free bird.
Let me fly.
Give me a little pride as a bird.
I'm tired of it.
This cage, this water, this endless food.
This warm nest
I'm really useless.
Seeing this, the grass withered and the flowers faded.
Spring has gone, and autumn has come again.
I can only sing unnecessarily.
I should indulge.
On the branches, among the flowers, by the stream.
Show the pride of flying
Grow old. Grow old.
Buried in grass, buried in flowers, buried in rivers.
This dream, this wish
Into my heart
It makes me uneasy and anxious.
There is no flower in life, and self-harm is the way to get rid of it.
My name is Bleeding. I pecked off my feathers.
If you are destined to live in a cage all your life
Death is better than life.
Linjiangxian
Year: Ming Author: Yang Shen Style: Word Category:
Rolling the Yangtze River eastward,
The waves washed away the hero.
Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time.
Castle peak is still there,
A touch of sunset red.
White-haired fishing fires in Zhu Jiang,
I am used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze.
I met an old friend and had a drink.
How many things have happened since ancient times,
This is all a joke.
Youyang Ziyan
Year: Song Author: Style: Seven Ancient Categories:
Autumn wind is full of pine, and Daphne genkwa is half sunset red.
Liao Yan steals the ancient fairy altar, and the wild meaning hides the Dan stove.
Where can people find Ganoderma lucidum? I won't meet during the day.
A flute laughs and autumn is full of poetry.
Ninety Miscellaneous Poems by Mountain People
Year: Song Author: Cao Xun Style: Category:
I've been drinking words for a long time.
If you get drunk during the warm-up, you can't wait for the wine.
If you lose your head, you will be eager to step into the Wulin. If you are quick, you will be near the balance.
The water is rich and the sunset is red, and the rain is beautiful.
5. Poems about Sunset Seeing the sun, all his glory
It's just that it's close to night now.
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road, the west wind and the thin horse,
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
There is a sunset in the autumn mountain. "
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
The sky is red, the clouds are west and the ground is flat, at the foot of the sun —— Three Poems of Qiang Village by Tang Du Fu
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, and it is buried by the coming night —— A Journey to Paradise by Tang Shangyin.
Deep trees grow in the dusk, while small buildings grow in the sunset —— On Tang Tara's Yangzhou Zen Temple
A setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half the river is rustling and half the river is red —— Ode to Mujiang by Tang Juyi
4. Old age
It's dusk,
Look at the end of the world by the fence.
Tianya Road:
When the sun goes down,
River of no return.
Moving like running water, still like jade,
God suggested that I live in the sky.
Living in the sky:
A dream in Yaotai,
Very insightful.
6. I want to find a poem about sunset. I want a poem with a beautiful title. I hope it helps you, O(∩_∩)O~
Sunset dream
The clouds in the sky were dyed in various colors by the sunset: crimson, light red, orange, light yellow ... The sunset decorated the blue sky during the day. As the sun goes down, the color of the sky becomes darker and darker: lavender, deep purple and dark blue. ...
I stood at the window and stared at the flawless white clouds, perhaps against the blue sky.
Come on, she looks unique purity and dignity, just like a lady walking in the sky. neglect
However, she suddenly blushed and became so shy and charming because of her ignorance.
Who disturbed her? Looking back, I saw a red sun slipping slowly and sinking in the west.
The sky on the edge was dyed red. Oh, it's sunset. Look, the clouds near the sunset seem to have been acquired.
The reward of sunset, become very happy, sometimes sit together and pour out their worries; Sometimes at night.
Yang danced the tango; Narcissistic, far away from others, self-admiring ... I can see him.
The children are in a good mood, and their faces are all red and golden.
Sunset may inspire and be more energetic. Everything around him has also changed.
Show infinite charm. Rows of yellow roofs turned into gold, and the windows of every household
The light reflected by the house gathers together and sprinkles a special layer of light on the community, as if people were there.
Brought into wonderland; The forest in the community seems to be covered with a faint oil, and the more
Adding green is very attractive. The river that flows along the end of the community has a different feeling at this time.
Sleep, quiet and warm ...
Gradually, the sunset gathered his last light, and he hung down before he could say goodbye.
I lowered my head, closed my eyes and fell asleep quietly. Look at the original group of followers, which is also appropriate.
When the interest converges and turns into a dark cloud, wait for the sunset to come again.