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. -Li Gou's homesickness
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc II"
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. -Liu Yuxi's "Two Zhuzhi Ci Poems, the First Part"
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. -Zhu's Spring Day
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. -Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan"
Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. -Qian Fu's Song of Tomorrow
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. -Li Bai's Looking at Lushan Waterfall
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. -Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. -Li Shen's "Two Antiques/Two Farmers"
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. -Bai Juyi's "Mu Jiang Yin"
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. -Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream, Always Remember the Sunset in Xiting"
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. —— Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao/Climbing Yellow Crane Tower
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. -Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Hotel.
2. Poems about the sun:
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.
The mountains cover the day, and the ocean drains the golden river; By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Gao Shi's Don't Move Big
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Chai Lu by Wang Wei
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Li Bai sees Lushan Waterfall.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows every grain of Chinese 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; Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Lishangyinle park scenic spot
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Du Mu's Mountain Walk
3. In the Heron Villa, an ancient poem about the sun.
Author: Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Leyou tomb.
Author: Li Shangyin
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Mujiangsong
Author: Bai Juyi
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. -Wang Wei< made it to the top >
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&; lt； Yellow crane tower >
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. -Bai Juyi &; lt； Jiang Nanyi >
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 the Jade Hall.
I hung my clothes on my crown.
Jin Jingtian lixi Sanguang.
Tong Shutingyan is in Bruno.
Dehe Tianxi Li.
Ganoderma lucidum is alive and happy.
After, after, Chen.
Hua Xu people.
I am a neighbor who wears all the clothes.
Gan Jiang Rui Xi Kun Jiang Zhen.
Du Fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Li Shangyin from Leyou Tombs
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Bai Juyi in Ode to Mujiang
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Wang Wei, ambassador to the fortress
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
4. What poems describe the sun? The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. -Liu Yuxi's "Two Zhuzhi Ci Poems, the First Part"
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. -Du Fu's Two Poems
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. -Bai Juyi's "Three Memories of Jiangnan"
1, Ambassador to Tang: Wang Wei
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
2. Two poems by Zhi Zhu. One is the Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi.
The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river.
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
3, Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
4. Two quatrains in the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
5. Recalling three Tang poems in Jiangnan: Bai Juyi.
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We'll meet again sooner or later!
5. The poem describing the sun is 1, the mountains cover the daytime, and the ocean drains the golden river; Make further progress-Wang Zhihuan's "Heron Tower"
2. Sunrise is better than fire, and the riverside is as green as blue. -Don Bai Juyi
In the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"
4. Hanshan Stone Path is far away, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
5 ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. -Wang Wei's Chai Lu
7. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
8. A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart.
9. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
10, sunset in lonely village, light smoke and old trees in western Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
1 1, thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes at dusk. -Song Fan Zhongyan
12, Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs thousands of rivers. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. -Li Bai's Looking at Lushan Waterfall
High mountains cover the white sun, and the ocean drains the golden rivers, but you can broaden your horizons by walking up a flight of stairs. -Don Wang Zhihuan
14, southeast corner of sunrise, according to my Qin Shilou. -"Singing by Han Yuefu Shang Mo"
15, at sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. -Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"
16, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls in yen. -Tang Wang Wei
17, scorching sun, wild Tian He rice half burnt.
18, the green hills on both sides are opposite, and the solitary sail comes from the sun. -Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain
19, the sunset swims around the five lakes, and the smoke waves are everywhere. Who wants to ask the East?
6. Poems about the sun The sun is everyone's way. The sun rises in Dongshan and will set in Xishan.
The white clouds in the western sky turned into a red sunset glow. She sprinkled golden sunshine on the flowers, she pulled up the young trees, she played with the children in the fields and watched them raise happy waves.
The sun is about to set in the western hills, and she will go to another country when we are asleep, where there are children and flowers. I know the children and flowers there are waiting for her in their sleep, waiting for her to sniff out a lot of poems. The sun sings the sun and hurts my sun! It also drove away the wanderer's dream of returning home, plus his nine songs for twelve hours! The sun, the burning sun! Drying the dew on the grass tip can dry the cold tears of the wanderer? The sun, the sun driven by six dragons! What's the harm of running for five years a day instead of my daily probation? The sun-golden bird-the sun! Let me ride you around the earth every day, and I can see my hometown once a day! The sun, the sun just rising in the corner of the building! Didn't you just come from our east? My hometown is still intact at the moment? The sun, the sun from my hometown! Is the official willow in Beijing wrapped in autumn? Alas! I am as haggard as late autumn! The sun, the never-ending sun! You seem homeless, too.
Ah! Your life is as unimaginable as mine! Sun, self-improvement sun! The universe is probably your hometown. Can you show me the direction of my hometown? The sun, this is not like my mountains and rivers, the sun! The wind and cloud here have a general color, and the sound of birds here is particularly bleak.
The sun, the sun of life! But who doesn't know that you are the passion of the eastern hemisphere and the wisdom of the western hemisphere? The sun is also the sun in my hometown! At the moment, I can't go home, so I think you are my hometown. The sun, shining with kindness! See you later, I should go home once; My hometown is not underground, but in the sky! Ancient warriors stabbed the sun with gloomy swords. He smiled smugly, thinking that he could annihilate the light. But the poem throat is too long and the sword is too short, which suppresses the soldier's eyes. On the other side of the mountain, only the sunset and the mountains are talking intimately. The sun (konoha) Ancient warriors stabbed the sun with gloomy swords. He smiled smugly, thinking that he could annihilate the light. But the poem throat is too long, the sword is too short and gloomy. On the other side of the mountain, only the sunset and the mountains are talking intimately. "Ode to the Sun" Author: Snow Song, the sun is full of flames, the primate admired by all things in the sun has never been depressed after thousands of cycles, and the scarlet hope of the eastern horizon will never decline. I once walked into your dream, in the silent dusk of sunset, in the blue sky with accumulated haze, and in the trembling corners of green leaves. The pain of your sleeping reincarnation and the lonely twilight in the sky, how to stop your desire to explode? The evil wind sneaked into Sirius, which made you crazy. How can an ordinary person like me settle down in the dark and sing the sun? The sun is like a solemn sculpture, overlooking the city under your feet. You will hold your heavy head high and rebuild forests, streams and hills with your golden clothes. Just as you drive out the darkness and call for the morning, the sun is crazy. My heart will burn my eyes, my chest and my shapeless dreams with the flame of your thunder, burn blood to my heart, burn a weak pulse to be strong, and burn the ethereal spirit stirring in my mind into the immortal shape of my mind. Oh, God's touch on the spirit is just a glow in the empty space-time. But I can't find a feeling that makes me more impassioned than your rising posture. Your image as a god decorated by the sky will never be shattered. It is the highest law rising in Zhou Yu's Vientiane heart, hidden behind the poet, pointing out that singing to you is even more surging. Young waves are always filled with new hopes-youth and dreams. The sun, the crux of my problem, hangs on the bones of national poverty, but you crawl on my spine, like an immortal ivy, and your fire spreads the poor soil of the world-it is him, Prometheus is his ever-burning lamp, who praised you with trembling hands, illuminated the truth of the universe, and illuminated the poor people with the marching steps of the world. Sun, I am your breath, your spirit, your rhythm, the light that your silent students have not yet given birth to. The sun will use your golden halberd to break the lingering dream of lonely night, so that all ignorance and decay will stop in your smiling steps. The sun sings the sun, the sun that stings my heart! It also drove away the wanderer's dream of returning home, plus his nine songs for twelve hours! The sun, the burning sun! Drying the dew on the grass tip can dry the cold tears of the wanderer? The sun, the sun driven by six dragons! What's the harm of running for five years a day instead of my daily probation? The sun-golden bird-the sun! Let me ride you around the earth every day, and I can see my hometown once a day! The sun, the sun just rising in the corner of the building! Didn't you just come from our east? My hometown is still intact at the moment? The sun, the sun from my hometown! Is the official willow in Beijing wrapped in autumn? Alas! I am as haggard as late autumn! The sun, the never-ending sun! You seem homeless, too.
Ah! Your life is as unimaginable as mine! Sun, self-improvement sun! The universe is probably your hometown. Can you show me the direction of my hometown? The sun, this is not like my mountains and rivers, the sun! The wind and cloud here have a general color, and the sound of birds here is particularly bleak.
The sun, the sun of life! But who doesn't know that you are the passion of the eastern hemisphere and the wisdom of the western hemisphere? The sun is also the sun in my hometown! At the moment, I can't go home, so I think you are my hometown. The sun, shining with kindness! See you later, I should go home once; My hometown is not underground, but in the sky! The sun is everyone's way. The sun rises in Dongshan and will set in Xishan.
The white clouds in the western sky turned into a red sunset glow. She sprinkled golden sunshine on the flowers, she pulled up the young trees, and she played with the children in the fields.
7. The poem "Leyou Tomb" about the sun
Author: Li Shangyin
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Mujiangsong
Author: Bai Juyi
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. -Wang Wei< made it to the top >
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&; lt； Yellow crane tower >
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. -Bai Juyi &; lt； Jiang Nanyi >
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 the Jade Hall.
I hung my clothes on my crown.
Jin Jingtian lixi Sanguang.
Tong Shutingyan is in Bruno.
Dehe Tianxi Li.
Ganoderma lucidum is alive and happy.
After, after, Chen.
Hua Xu people.
I am a neighbor who wears all the clothes.
Gan Jiang Rui Xi Kun Jiang Zhen.
Du Fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Li Shangyin from Leyou Tombs
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Bai Juyi in Ode to Mujiang
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Wang Wei, ambassador to the fortress
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
8. Poems about "the sun" The incense burner in Rizhao gives birth to purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.
The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.
The lonely village is in the setting sun, and the old tree is in the west of Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
The setting sun swims around the five lakes, and smoke and waves are everywhere. Who wants to ask the East?
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen (Don Wang Wei)
High mountains hide the white sun, and the sea drains the golden rivers, but you can broaden your horizons by walking up a flight of stairs for 300 miles (Don Wang Zhihuan)
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny (Tang Yuxi)
Don't worry about the setting sun when you are far away, you can look at the river at the end of the year (Ming ancient Yanwu)
Qianshan Mangroves are full of mountains and clouds, and wine looks at the sun again (Tang Wei Zhuang)
A thousand miles away, the lonely city is closed (Song Fan Zhongyan)
People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and heaven remains our neighbourhood (Song Ligou)
When the sun rises, the river flowers will win the fire, and when the spring comes, the river will be blue (Tang Juyi)
9. What are the shadows in the poems about the sun?
Author: Su Shi Dynasty: Song Style: Four Musts
On the platform of Yao, I made several phone calls but couldn't get through. In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
On the lake
Author: Xu Dynasty: Song Style: Four Musts
In the tree full of red flowers and the jubilant crowd, orioles are singing, the shore of the West Lake is covered with grass, and egrets are flying on the calm lake. In warm and warm weather, people are in a good mood. Taking advantage of the afterglow of the sunset and accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, people paddle boats to enjoy themselves.
Early spring is the most important thing.
Author: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang Style: Five Laws
Sleeping feet and eyes are heavy, and the head is light and awake. Sunny front door, snow-covered half atrium. Things change with the weather, and spring comes with the terrain. Plum in the north eaves is white in the evening, and Liu Xianqing in the east coast. Draw horns in the green ridge, and drop crane feathers in the pine nest. Old poems are clumsy and few people listen to them.
Donglangshan
Author: Dynasty: Tang School: Four Wonders
Donglang stood in the east, looking forward to the sun. A piece of Dan Xin lasts forever, who sits in a remote place?