Oh, it's sunset. Look, the clouds on the edge of the sunset seem to be rewarded by the sunset and become extremely happy. Sometimes they sit together and pour out their worries. Sometimes I tango at sunset; More narcissistic, far away from others, self-appreciating ... I can see that they are in a good mood and their faces are red and golden.
Poetry 1: Don't let us stand at the origin at sunset, break up back to back and hold a line. Sunset is a spring facing north, looking forward to the attachment to the south, but it is so broken and desolate. Everything left behind has long been forgotten. My eyes are full now, but it's been too long and too far. * * * Poetry 2: Sunset Dusk The sunset time on the old wall flows quietly with the river. Looking back, I can see the lovely appearance of March, and my heart is as refreshing as a flower. I watched the clouds in the sky sailing in the season with my arms in the evening. I believe in the power of fate, because I have my heaven. The sunset sprinkled on the old wall at dusk. I walked quietly on the road when I came, and I saw the red face of the sunset like the sunshine of a drunken girl in March. Against the old wall, I pay attention to the distant place where the sun shines and look at the endless desolation in the fall of England. Poetry 3: Sunset on Tanabata (slightly tipsy, hazy with alcohol). My bitter destination is a balloon-like island and a bubble-like figure. I can't hear the chirping of magpies, and I have never seen a dreamy magpie bridge. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the balloon island castle is blowing over the sea. It is said that the sea and waves are screaming and accusing the world of injustice. Birds never meet in a thousand years, just to see the sea for me. Look at those clouds. I saw the broken roses being hit by clear water. After becoming a favorite thing in the world, it fell freely. This is a testimony of love. If I like the sunset in summer, I will wait for eternity with gentle beauty. Even if there are more dark clouds and more cold rain, he still shines more than the cowherd and the weaver girl. He knows how to spy on water fish. He knows how to repent and make up for summer. Every time I set myself on fire, I kept my summer clothes. It is cool or hot this season. Pinellia ternata is half autumn. I want to make a sunset on Qixi. I want to meet your myth. Other people's sunrise poem 4: Are you in love with the sunset? Why are you so shy? Why is there a blush on his face? I dress up like this every day, waiting for Hai Xia on the horizon. Waiting for her to fall in love with me
Poetry 5: The sun sets. Within a few minutes, our hearts can't stop beating. If life is precious, how can we waste time? Poetry 6: Sunset marries a night she doesn't like in a gorgeous chariot. Finally, when I looked back at the village, I was lost in this affectionate glance and was dizzy by the sunset. I can't keep you. You can only be someone else's bride. I can never afford your dowry. As soon as you left, it was swept away.
It will be full of cool nights. Poetry 7: Sunset, your background turns into a beating flame, burning and boiling. My calm heart, moonlight, falls under the east fence, and the last petal of yearning and acacia are integrated. The distance between the two sides is short. It is just like an ocean, waiting for an abyss, but it is a long picture scroll, but it can't hold my old face. The wind of the years comes like a knife, but the flowers are not seen. A glass of muddy wine will damage the countryside. With the soul drifting away, I love you and meditate in my heart. I love you and meditate in my heart. Psalm 8: In the sunset, the noise invades around like dust. I rode on the edge of the noise to find the light smoke, old trees, small bridges and flowing water in western Western jackdaw. It has long been a myth that people are together with Hong Fei. In the sunset, heartbroken people are just thin horses, thin for nearly a thousand years. The afterglow of the setting sun shines in my eyes. Tears drop on your heart. I saw the gold in Rambo's eyes and he could touch it after sunset. Tears are the ubiquitous desire for gold. Poets —— Hometown Poems of Ye Zhi, Tennyson and Wei Erlun. Death heaven is above hell. Those fragrant poets who pass by in your eyes are roses and shields. They walked on my heart after sunset, farther and farther away. With the death of Haizi and Ye Saining, the sadness and cooling of the bodies are immeasurable.
2. Seek a modern poem describing the sunset, the old wall of sunset dusk.
At dusk, the sunset sprinkled on the old wall.
Time flows quietly with the river.
Looking back, I saw the lovely appearance of March.
It is also a faint floral fragrance.
I lean on my arm at dusk.
Look at the clouds in the sky sailing in the season.
I believe in the power of fate.
Because I have my heaven.
At dusk, the sunset sprinkled on the old wall.
I walked quietly on my way here.
I turned around and saw the red face of the sunset.
Like a drunk, lively little girl.
The sun in March leans against the old wall.
I stared at the distance where the sun shone.
Watch in the falling days
Watch the endless desolation
3. Look for modern poems, ancient poems and other ancient poems about dusk:
1. The fog is thick, the clouds are sad forever, the spirits are refreshing, and the golden beast disappears. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"
2. With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. -Li Shangyin's "Leyou Tombs"
3. Your writing is quiet, and the bell and drum tower are long. Sitting alone in the dusk, who is the companion, Ziweihua vs Ziweilang. -Bai Juyi's "To Zhongshu Province"
4. Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up in Sri Lanka. She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk. -Du Fu's Five Poems about Historical Sites
The rocks are rough and the roads are very narrow. When I arrive at the temple, bats are at dusk. When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful. -Han Yu's Rock and Roll
6. The east wind blows water and the spring is long. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream. Her voice is silent, and her makeup in the evening is incomplete. Lingering in the scene, cherishing Zhu Yan, leaning alone in the dusk? -Li Yu's Ruan Langgui
7. The shadows are shallow and the dusk is fragrant. -Lin Bu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden
8. Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice
Modern poetry:
At this time, I can't hear the powerful claws of the sun. Walking on the ground, it is dark at this moment, and it is dusk at this moment. The dusk at this time is like a peeled and dried skin. -Munk's dusk
4. Modern Poetry about Sunset The afterglow of the sunset turned into tears in my eyes.
Dropping on your heart
I saw the gold in Rambo's eyes.
He can get there after sunset.
Tears are the ubiquitous desire for gold.
Poet-
Hometown of Ye Zhi, Tennyson and Wei Erlun.
The heaven of death is above hell.
Those eyes that pass through your eyes
It is the rotten smell of roses and shields.
After sunset, the poet walked in my heart.
And the sadness that goes further and further.
Frozen corpse
With the death of Haizi and Ye Saining.
immeasurable
5. Ask experts to give advice to Leyou Tomb.
Li shangyin
I have the shadow of dusk in my heart,
I drove to the Leyou Tomb.
To see the sun, although he is glorious,
Buried by the coming night.
To annotate ...
1 discomfort: I feel uncomfortable.
② Guyuan: Leyuan Scenic Area, a scenic spot near Chang 'an, 800 miles south of Chang 'an, Shaanxi Province.
Brief analysis
? This is a poem that looks high and looks far, lyrical. In the first two sentences, the writing reason why I drove forward in Leyou tombs was "the shadow of twilight in my heart". The last two sentences are written on the ancient plain, touching the scene and getting a kind of enjoyment and satisfaction in spirit. The phrase "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried in the coming night" has always been interpreted as "although the evening scenery is good, it's a pity that it can't stay long." Modern people think that the sentence "gang" is "the poet's passion for life, his persistence in the world and his persistence in his ideals." Although this view is innovative, it does not conform to the poet's life experience and mood at that time.
The wind blew from the jade belt bridge,
The shepherd boy floated across the east side of the bridge,
Sunset returns to Taohuawu,
The red patch comes from Liu.
There are different versions of this poem, but Liu's quatrains are exactly the same. Although this version is not neat, it impressed me the most. Because it is the most delicious and interesting.
There is another version:
Jin Nong, one of the "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou" in Qing Dynasty, was once invited to visit a friend's house. During the dinner, the host got up slightly and said casually: "Liu Laihong." The words sound just fell and the four seats were in an uproar. How can catkins be red? The host was speechless and flushed. At this moment, Jinnong Huo Ran stood up and answered.
He argued: "This is a quip sung by the ancients about the Twenty-four Bridges, exactly!" Then a poem blurted out: "Twenty-four bridges are adjacent to twenty-four winds, and leaning against the railing misses Jiangdong." The setting sun shines on Taohuawu, Liu Hong. " This is not an ancient poem, but it is a clever turning point of Jin Nong, which makes the poetic theory come alive and adds new ideas, and finally solves the embarrassment for the host. After listening to it, all the guests were deeply touched.
6. Modern Poetry Describing Sunset The shepherd boy looks up at the starry sky
I look up at the stars,
It is so vast and profound;
Infinite truth,
Let me pursue hard.
I look up at the stars,
It is so solemn and sacred;
Awesome justice,
Fill me with love and awe.
I look up at the stars,
It is so free and quiet;
That broad mind,
Let my heart perch and snuggle.
I look up at the stars,
It is so magnificent;
That eternal passion,
Let my heart light the flame of hope and spring thunder.