At sunrise, the forest opens, the clouds return and the caves disappear.
The mighty sorrow stays in the sky, and the whip refers to the horizon.
See the sun, although it is brilliant, only at dusk.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and the river is as green as the blue of spring.
There are many weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.
At sunrise, there is gold everywhere in the east, and at sunset, there is blood everywhere in the western hills.
The new moon has given birth to birds, and the setting sun is farther west. (Ray "With Zhou Bangyan")
No one lies on the back of an ox in the sunset, and takes western Western jackdaw home in pairs. (Song Shunmin's village residence)
The old ox plows the debt, while the grass gnaws at the top of the slope and lies in the sunset. (Song Kong Zhong Ping "Harvest")
Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. (Qin Song Guan Fang)
Birds are singing in the trees in the valley, and the shadows of mountains are in the village at sunset. (Song "Hushanju")
After the rain in the small shop, the mangroves in the remote village fell in the sunset. (Green tea Shen Xing's "Chi He Tie")
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. (Lin Qingzexu, "That's Eyes")
Success or failure is gone, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. (Shen "Linjiang Xian")
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even more outside the setting sun (Song Fan Zhongyan's Su Mu Shade)
All the valleys are full of sounds, including the sounds in the evening, and several peaks are silent and embedded in the sunset. (Wang Song Yucheng's "Journey to the Country")
There is no hate in the setting sun, and talents and beauties are empty and sad. (Song Chaobuzhi's "Partridge Sky")
It rains only when it is light red, and a few soft willows are mixed with smoke. Thousands of souls disappeared before sunset. (Qing Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha")