Look up at the sunset, tuck your knees in your hands, or hold your cheeks in one hand.
The whine of a bird brought me back to reality-
At this moment, I found that this evening was not just for me.
By the lake. In the past And the sadness of marks and ripples,
Only my silence can reproduce the tortuous past.
Looking up at this bird, I began to congratulate myself-
Tonight, my eyes that passed by it have merged into its arc of flying high.
But I wonder, did the sunset print this loneliness? In its whining mouth
Does it contain my sadness?
Is it on its way home? My heart has nowhere to go,
Including sincere wishes for it.
Murphy? Is it really lonelier than me?
Just like the dying sunset in this dusk.
Like me, but different,
Wings grow on it, but they are born in my heart; It doesn't know my silence, but I know it.
Why does it mourn?
Wail, flap your wings, like
The story of my crying in my heart has a beginning and no end.
This evening; This little bird; This loneliness!
They and I have known each other for a lifetime. ..
2. The poem "Twilight" about birds and dusk
The afternoon sun fell to the bottom of the pine tree.
One by one. Like cooking cigarettes and dyeing orioles.
It was a quiet evening filled with smoke.
God will kill the world.
The lock associated with this is parallel to the darkness.
Take a deep breath and exhale.
It's all code words. A row of pigeons returning from heaven
Sparrows on a row of wires just rhyme.
Rhythm, action in line with rhythm
I will wait like a temple when I go to the deep mountains.
Shi Ding Zhong Ming, restore the Buddha's life.
Holding the western heaven in his hand, just like this moment.
Dusk is getting darker and farther away.
At dusk, it is a yellow-robed sun.
There are so many human beings around Song Ci.
There is an ambush in the mountain to bypass religion.
When it falls from the sky, it can no longer be called
long live
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3. Seeing the sun, although he is brilliant, a poem describing dusk and sunset is already a dusk and lonely sunset in Qi Fei, and the autumn water is the same as the sky.
"Preface to Wang Tengting" Sunset in Wang Bo, heartbroken at the end of the world. "Day crystal sand. Qiu Si "Ma Zhiyuan desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
Wang Wei, seeing the sun, all his glory was buried in the coming night. Leyou Tomb Group Li Shangyin Mountain covers the daytime, and the ocean drains the golden river.
In the Lodge of Herons, Wang Zhihuan is full of water. The article "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River" is long in Wan Li, and long in smoke.
Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride" is full of autumn water, and the sunset is red in summer. Zhao Yi's "The Light of Taihu Lake" is covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red.
Bai Juyi's Ode to Mujiang lasts forever, the setting sun is far away, and the water is cool. Li Bai's "Deng Xinping Lou" is full of peach blossoms, and the sunset outside Dianshan Lake is red.
Su's "Wumen" is on the sunset creek bridge, and a half ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow. In Du Mu's "Occasionally Writing Two Questions in Qi 'an County", the setting sun in Pingsha is in the west, and the stars in Gansu are high and low.
The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Du Fu's Sunset in front of the Independent Buddhist Temple in the Tang Dynasty At dusk, the ground was covered with Sophora japonica and cicadas.
Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn. Spring village Tang Bai Juyi February village garden warm, mulberry Dai Shengfei.
Farmers plow old valleys, and silkworms pray for new clothes. Cattle and horses are far from the wind, and chickens and dolphins are too rare.
At dusk, on the forest road, drums and flutes play for the gods. Looking back at Baijuyi River in Jiangzhou in the Tang Dynasty, I can see the double flower table and know that it is the west gate of Xunyang.
Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk. Wei Zihua Tang Bai Juyi's four views on paper quietness, bell and drum tower engraved with long gaps.
Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang. Last month, the evening tide of Baorong in Tang Dynasty set in Nansha Ming, and the moonlight in autumn covered with sand and snow.
Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Du Fu's sorrow, returning, and carrying a lonely city on crutches.
Rivers converge, the mainland emerges, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wind is crisp. Cang Ming's service failed, and Zhu Bi lost his life.
Appreciate this yellow bird and throw it at Lin Yu. In the Tang Dynasty, it was dusk in the north of Du Fu Chu Palace, and raindrops were printed in the west of Baidicheng.
Back to the river, over the cliff, back to the clouds and trees, lost the mountain village. Lung disease in old age is just to sit back and relax, and close the door early when you are worried.
Don't stay in the chaos for a long time, the south has no soul.
4. Poems about sunset, sunset and dusk. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Wang Bo
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. -Li Shangyin
Heartbroken in spring
The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
join the army
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.
Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
Give one of two songs on behalf of others.
Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Leyouyuan scenic spot
With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of my friends;
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Yamagata Xiaomei
All the fragrant people shook off their brilliance and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
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Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
A butterfly in love with flowers
There are weeping willows outside the building,
Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go.
Wandering catkins in the wind,
Follow the spring and see where to go.
Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu,
He is heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable.
Send wine to Chunchun Silence,
It rained at dusk.
Give birth to a son Yuanxi
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen-Wang Wei
"When the sun sets, the grass is bright in autumn, and the partridges are crying far away" (Li Qunyu's "Smelling the partridges on Jiuzipo" in Tang Dynasty)
5. There are more than 200 words describing egrets flying low at dusk, and more than 200 words describing egrets flying low at dusk.
Behind my house is an artificial lake. Beautiful scenery often attracts several beautiful egrets.
Egret wears a "grey hat" on its head.
A pair of sensitive eyes, like shining stars in the sky, are embedded in the egret's face.
It has a long, sharp mouth. This is its weapon! It is covered with white feathers, and its two slender legs are its most distinctive parts.
Egret is graceful, like a beautiful girl.
Egret is a veritable dancer.
Its light pace is intoxicating.
I remember one time, the breeze was blowing gently, and the sunlight reflected on the lake, as if there were countless gems embedded in the lake and shining.
An egret is dancing by the lake. It danced with white feathers, and the lake was rippling, as if to say, "The egret danced really well."
Egret is not only a good dancer, but also a "master fisherman".
I remember once, I saw an egret fishing by the lake.
It bent down and put its sharp mouth into the water.
When the little fish swam over, it quickly opened its mouth and put the little fish in it.
Then, find a warm place to have a nice meal.
Ah! I love you, Egret!
6. Poems at dusk All poems contain ancient poems at dusk.
Burying flowers and singing Cao Xueqin
Before suffocating and burying people; Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door; When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. It hurts twice as much as the slave problem.
Peacock flies southeast to Korea and is anonymous.
Stand up. Turning to the room, I gradually realized that I was worried about speculation. On this day, cows and horses hissed and the bride walked into Lu Qing. Lonely people will settle down after dark dusk. I am destined to die today, and my soul will go to the body and stay forever. Take off your silk shoes and lift yourself to the pool.
Qing gong chun Zhou bang Yan
It is a touching autumn sound. Stop when you are tired and look at the stars in the light smoke. The dust is haggard, I am afraid of dusk, and my thoughts are entangled. Huatang used to be enthusiastic. Flowers bloom and fall, and the fragrance disappears. Chord manager, poor Feng Jiao.
Seven Kings Changling Military Songs
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and it is windy and autumn in Shanghai at dusk. Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li. The new sound of pipa dance is always the old love. I can't hear endless sadness in the chaos, and the moon shines high.
The fisherman is proud of his face.
The duckling flew to a noisy place. Can speak in twos and threes. Drinking poison to quench thirst makes people want to stop. Can't stay. It rained even harder at dusk. Under the leaves? ? Can't sleep well. The wind used to smell sweet. A fairy travels around. Be ashamed of borrowing money
Nalan Xingde in butterfly lovers
There is no fixed distance between rivers and mountains. With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go. Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng. There have been countless grievances. Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. How much love? A remote mountainous area
Ruan Langgui Xin Qiji
The lights in front of the mountain are flashing, and towards dusk, a cloud is floating around the mountain. The partridge heard the voices of several families living in the village. I was on the lonely Xiaoxiang Road, and I seemed to meet an old friend. When the young man also learned that Zhuge Liang was holding a feather fan, holding his head high and commanding thousands of troops to fight the enemy with ease. Nowadays, the withered fu evokes the soul, and the Confucian crown is even more wrong!
Taohuahang Cao Xueqin
Tears. If people's tears are compared to peach blossoms, tears will flow from long to charming; Tears are easy to dry when the eyes look at flowers, and they are haggard when the flowers dry in spring. The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and the flying flowers are tired and easy to dusk; Du Yuchun ended up lonely.
Sixteen Poems by Linjiang Xian Zhao Changqing
The fishing tube is empty. Jathyapple frost boat, flowers bloom on both sides. Recalling the warmth of spring and the new fire, the evening ended. Shuicun Yupu solitary shed. Single sadness leads to broken dreams, and no dream becomes sadness. Ruineng greenhouse is infinitely good.
Huanxisha 2 1 Yan Dao Ji
Clouds go back without leaving a trace. A few years ago, Cao Fang thought of Wang Sun. The sun is still green, try to lean over at dusk. It's easy to disappear when you think of a place you've been. The green willows are hidden in the dark, and the duck stove incense window is idle. At the beginning of that month, I was disabled
22 butterfly lovers Ouyang Xiu.
At the beginning of the outing, [3] building was high, and Zhangtai Road was not seen. [4] March is stormy, the door is covered with dusk, and I don't plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. [5] The yard is deeply closed.
Zhong Ling's smoking ban was given by his brother Li Zhong.
Scarves are falling, the sun is setting, and I go out for an outing alone, only the grass is dense. I haven't heard the letters sent to relatives and friends, so how dare I listen to this ending at dusk?
Sixteen negative magnolia poems
Butterfly warbler is infatuated. The clouds are green. The neglected Jinping 12. Put the pipa down. The moon leans towards dusk. Dong Jun is waiting. Leave fragrant snow. It's sunny in the evening. I'm afraid it's crispy and warm. Getui
Pterosaur of Tasha
Count the ice lotus and record a gold leaf. Arm marks remember the traces of anger. At dusk in a small building for several months, fragrant lotus leaves are known. The word lamp is deep and the study window is black. Poetry in the skirt leaves residual ink. Thinking is not worth connecting, and dreams are not worth clouds.
Lan Ruo Meng Haoran, Master of Finance.
Monk clothes are hung in the Zen room on the mountain, and there are no birds flying outside the window. At half past dusk, I walked down the mountain road, but I listened to the sound of spring.
7. Recommend some poems about birds 1. Helpless, I had to let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan.
2. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
3. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
There are no flowers on the grass, and birds crow all the way to the spring mountain.
6. The bird stopped in the tree by the pool, and the monk was knocking at the door.
7. The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze crows at midnight.
8. Butterflies dance from time to time, and charming songbirds just crow.
9. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
10. There are no birds in the hundred mountains and no footprints in the thousand paths.
1. There is nothing to do. I seem to have seen Yan before. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
Interpretation: Unfortunately, after a long time, the flowers have withered, which makes people feel melancholy, but it seems that the swallows of deja vu have flown back.
2. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
Commentary: In these places, the early warblers scrambled to land on the branches of the sun, and whose new swallow held the spring mud in the nest.
3. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. -Tang Du Fu's Four-character Poems
Commentary: Two orioles are singing on the willow branches, and a row of egrets are flying in the sky.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
Interpretation: I will cry when I see flowers, because I sigh about current events. When you hear birds chirping, you will feel scared, too.
There are no flowers on the grass, and birds crow all the way to the spring mountain. -Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring
Interpretation: In the spring mountain, the trees are lush and fragrant, but there is no one, flowers are blooming and birds are singing all the way.
6. The bird stopped in the tree by the pool, and the monk was knocking at the door. -Tang Jiadao's Li Ning in Seclusion
Commentary: The bird perched on the branch beside the pool, and the monk tapped on the door in the moonlight.
7. The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze crows at midnight. -Song Xin Qiqi "Xijiang Moon"
Interpretation: The bright moon on the horizon rises to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches.
8. Butterflies dance from time to time, and charming songbirds just crow. -Tang Du Fu's "One-step Riverside Search for Aromatherapy"
Interpretation: frolicking butterflies don't want to fly around, and the free little oriole calls harmoniously and moving.
9. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. -Qiu Si of Zhiyuan, Ma Yuan
Interpretation: Old vines and crows in the evening are a cold and gloomy atmosphere, while people write elegance and leisure under the flowing water of small bridges.
10. There are no birds in the hundred mountains and no footprints in the thousand paths. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
Interpretation: There are no birds on all the mountains, and there are no people on all the paths.