In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again. Donglangshan Age: Tang Author: Genre: Seven Wonders Donglangshan stands in the East and looks forward to the sun.
A piece of Dan Xin lasts forever, who sits in a remote place? Poetry for Gu Yanxian: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Luji Susu Susu Susu Autumn Festival. Zhan Zhan is thick and concise.
The sun sets at night. Shaoyin suddenly got up.
1950s: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen spent half his life in China and abroad, turning ugliness into a grandson. In the Tang Dynasty, Lang Feng, who retired from the old department, waved the title of Bapin Sima, and became mixed in autumn. S: Song Author: Fan Chengda is happy in everything, so why bother! Cangjun is like jade, and hometown is like a valley.
Under the west window, pay the sludge. The edge of the worm has diseased leaves, the soil is thin and there are no new branches.
Is the sun off, and the shadows on the eaves cover up the losses? It used to be like a pine and cypress, but now it is a weeping willow.
At dusk, the wind and rain are urgent. Who will return at 20? One of the three topics of the old cold hall: the age of the old cold hall: Song Author: Fan Zhongyan I am in the early Tang Dynasty, and I will travel around the world. Children and grandchildren are everywhere, and their home is in Jiangcheng.
Shuangsongyan is lovely, hence the name of Gaotang. Yazhitang lives in the house, and the mountains are full of feelings.
Eyes have a thousand years of color, ears have a thousand years of sound. June is dull and looks like a jade pot.
To collect poetry books and teach children to be honest and clear. In order to arrange the bells and drums, guests are invited to have fun.
What do you know about green smoke? It's all under the eaves Sunshine is impartial, and life is born in vain.
Why worry about an eventful year if you don't shake the mountain? Well, you will be honored if you are willing to make a baby.
Shi Ping, bachelor Wu Chongqing: Song Author: Mei Wufu, Pei. Riding a Tianma is very strange.
Suddenly, I found a stone with a white circle. There are trees and blackberries, but what can a painter do?
Wu Nai's questioning of Ouyang Gong is particularly suspicious than Gong Yong's questioning. Doubt does not discriminate poetry, which is a poem with bright stars.
Send me back to make peace with you and sit next to the public. Fan Hou did have Yang, but the theory of good fortune is difficult to test.
I thought it over and over again, although I didn't say it. When the moon meets the sun, Wu Yang flies on the laurel branch.
People don't know the weather. God will show the world that his shadow is like a sticky stork.
Wu Can neither walks nor moves the moon. Save it for fun. Be careful not to dump your servant with jade cards.
Happy years: Song Author: The upper world of wandering immortals is pure and empty, so whoever is close to it is sparse. Practice teaches the world knowledge, and it is the sun to return to nature.
It takes three days to get the truth, and it must smell better in one breath. Luck is different from his past. He always comes from watching Kung Fu.
Poems describing the sun: Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. 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 Memories of Jiangnan After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of June 4th. 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 sent Lin Zifang, the mountain covered the day, and the ocean drained the golden river; By going up one flight of stairs saw Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Tower" thousands of miles away. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the north wind blew geese and snow.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? In Gao Shi's Don't Move Big, 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" Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs over 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" hoes at noon, and sweat drips down the soil.
Who knows every grain of Chinese food is hard! Li Shen's "Benevolence for Farmers" has a twilight shadow in my heart, and I have caught up with him in the grave of Leyou; Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. Li Shangyin's "Happy Garden Scenery" is far away in Hanshan, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Respondents: ヤㄣゞゞ | Level 7 | 201-918: 49 | Wang Zhihuan Heron Villa reported that the mountains cover the daytime and the sea drains the golden river.
By going up one flight of stairs sees the tomb of Leyou thousands of miles away. Li Shangyin is driving in the tomb of Leyou with the shadow of dusk in my heart.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. Songs for ministers on the sacred day of peace should make the sun rise in Wang Wei and shine in all directions.
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.
Bai Juyi in Mujiang River is covered by sunset, half river is rustling and half river is red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
1. Sunrise southeast corner, according to my Qin Shilou. ("Han Yuefu? Shang Mo sings) 2. The mountains cover the day, and the Yellow River flows people.
(Wang Zhihuan: In the Lodge of Herons) 3. When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant. (Du Fu: "Jueju") 4. The sunset is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
(Liu Changqing: Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow) 5. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (Wang Wei: Go to the Fortress) 6. On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
(Chang Jian: Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple) 7. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: Recalling Jiangnan) 8. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
(Wang Anshi: January Day) 9. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors. (Yang Wanli: (See Jingci Temple seeing Lin Zifang off) 10. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone.
(Li Bai: Looking at Tianmen Mountain in the distance) With the shadow of dusk in his heart, Li Shangyin opened up in the Leyou tomb. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Li Bai's Yuefu Day came in at sunrise and came out at sunset, as if it came from underground. After a long day, I entered the sea again, and the six dragons lived in peace.
Its beginning and end are endless, and people can't get along with it for long. The grass does not thank the spring breeze, and the wood does not complain about the autumn fall.
Whoever drives the four blessings with bone spurs, everything is natural. Xi Hexi mountain covered with white sun, Huang Heren current.
But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles. (Wang Zhihuan: at the Heron Villa) But I looked home, and the twilight was getting darker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. When the sun rises, the Oriental prize wins the fire. "Dreaming can break the sun, and when you come, you can't peek at the sky."
The sunshine incense burner gave birth to purple smoke, rain and snow. When I saw it, I said that the wind was sad at the end of the year and it was snowing across the sun. Inclined ears without hope, eyes clean weeding, it is noon, sweat dripping down the soil.
2. Write a poem praising the sun. Poetry 1: Praise the sun and escape from the dark clouds. Love is like the fire of my life.
Even if you sink slightly in the open sea, you will still give off the afterglow. Poetry 2: solar energy cuts the sun home and puts it on the top! The days away from children's debauchery continue to be an opportunity to leak the sun, and a burning smell spreads from the brow. Poetry 3: The summer sun is like fire, as if the heart is full of anxiety. The golden glow is releasing her charm and spreading the endless hesitation of the earth. I yearn for the sun, and the golden sun drives away the haze in my heart with sacred flame. I am like a sunflower, following the footsteps of the sun and looking at the distance. A big black hand forces me to walk slowly into the darkness. Great sun god, are you bringing light to people? Please bring hope to mankind. We begged your pity in the dark, let death take away my deepest sorrow and hold hands with Apollo. The golden carriage took me to see the sun in my heart-poem 4: The autumn sun is a square made of gold. The autumn sun is a jewel inlaid with love. The autumn sun is a passion piled up with warmth. Although it is not as charming as spring, it is full of the breath of spring. Although it is not as hot as summer, it is full of green hope. Although not as subtle as winter, it is full of warmth and lingering on the tall red maple leaves. I saw a crimson poem on the red maple leaf. On the sorghum stalk, I saw the joy of harvest. On the rippling lake, I heard the fishermen singing. The autumn sunshine dyed the earth yellow with your wisdom. You have covered the walls around the farmer's house. There are music poems written by you everywhere in autumn. Five: My sun. Who stole the sun? The sword laughed at the cold light.
My heart can't help trembling, and my blood is frozen into frost. So, I fell, and the earth shook violently: mountains stood tall, and rivers tore desolation.
The night still lingers, and the moon sheds pale light. Pedestrians have no back and a smile on their faces.
Who is my soul with? The sun disappeared during the day.
3. Poems about the Sun Poems about the Sun Ruan Ji's "Eighty-two Poems about Huaihuai" is no longer prosperous at sunrise, and the sky is quiet in the west.
In its thirty-fifth prime, as time passed, the morning dew brought the sun. I would like to hug him. I won't move the light during the day.
The songs of wage earners are full of distractions every day, and the moon rises in the abyss. Yang essence is invisible, and Yin light is male.
One of the thirteen poems about the bosom, Qing Wan. Tomorrow will reflect the sky and be covered with dew.
There are four sets of clouds in the seventh dynasty, which disperse in the evening. Beautiful scenery, brilliant stars.
Ai Qing's poem: "The sun" comes from the ancient tomb, from the dark ages, from the other side of the stream of human death, like a steam wheel spinning on a sand dune, and the sun rolls towards me. He breathed life with an indescribable light, let the tall trees dance for him, and let the river rush to him with a crazy song. When he came, I heard pupae that were stung in winter hovering around the ground, and people in the square spoke loudly. The city called him from a distance with steel and electricity. My heart was torn apart by the hand of fire, and my stale soul was abandoned by the river. I have confidence in human regeneration. The sun sings (smells great). The sun hurts me! It also drove away the wanderer's dream of returning home, plus his nine songs and twelve hours of ileum. 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 in my hometown! Are the palace willows in Beijing wrapped in autumn? Alas! I am as haggard as late autumn! The sun, the never-ending sun! You look homeless, too Ah! Your life is as unimaginable as mine! Sun, self-improvement sun! The universe is 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 birds here sing a particularly bleak tone. The sun, the sun of life! But who doesn't know that you are passionate in the East and wise in the West? 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 on the ground, but in the sky.
4. Poems about the sun (online, etc. ) Huaying Age: Song Author: Su Shi Style: Seven wonders overlap on the Yao stage, but the children can't be called back after several times.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again. Donglangshan Age: Tang Author: Genre: Seven Wonders Donglangshan stands in the East and looks forward to the sun.
A piece of Dan Xin lasts forever, who sits in a remote place? Poetry for Gu Yanxian: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Luji Susu Susu Susu Autumn Festival. Zhan Zhan is thick and concise.
The sun sets at night. Shaoyin suddenly got up.
1950s: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen spent half his life in China and abroad, turning ugliness into a grandson. In the Tang Dynasty, Lang Feng, who retired from the old department, waved the title of Bapin Sima, and became mixed in autumn. S: Song Author: Fan Chengda is happy in everything, so why bother! Cangjun is like jade, and hometown is like a valley.
Under the west window, pay the sludge. The edge of the worm has diseased leaves, the soil is thin and there are no new branches.
Is the sun off, and the shadows on the eaves cover up the losses? It used to be like a pine and cypress, but now it is a weeping willow.
At dusk, the wind and rain are urgent. Who will return at 20? One of the three topics of the old cold hall: the age of the old cold hall: Song Author: Fan Zhongyan I am in the early Tang Dynasty, and I will travel around the world. Children and grandchildren are everywhere, and their home is in Jiangcheng.
Shuangsongyan is lovely, hence the name of Gaotang. Yazhitang lives in the house, and the mountains are full of feelings.
Eyes have a thousand years of color, ears have a thousand years of sound. June is dull and looks like a jade pot.
To collect poetry books and teach children to be honest and clear. In order to arrange the bells and drums, guests are invited to have fun.
What do you know about green smoke? It's all under the eaves Sunshine is impartial, and life is born in vain.
Why worry about an eventful year if you don't shake the mountain? Well, you will be honored if you are willing to make a baby.
Shi Ping, bachelor Wu Chongqing: Song Author: Mei Wufu, Pei. Riding a Tianma is very strange.
Suddenly, I found a stone with a white circle. There are trees and blackberries, but what can a painter do?
Wu Nai's questioning of Ouyang Gong is particularly suspicious than Gong Yong's questioning. Doubt does not discriminate poetry, which is a poem with bright stars.
Send me back to make peace with you and sit next to the public. Fan Hou did have Yang, but the theory of good fortune is difficult to test.
I thought it over and over again, although I didn't say it. When the moon meets the sun, Wu Yang flies on the laurel branch.
People don't know the weather. God will show the world that his shadow is like a sticky stork.
Wu Can neither walks nor moves the moon. Save it for fun. Be careful not to dump your servant with jade cards.
Happy years: Song Author: The upper world of wandering immortals is pure and empty, so whoever is close to it is sparse. Practice teaches the world knowledge, and it is the sun to return to nature.
It takes three days to get the truth, and it must smell better in one breath. Luck is different from his past. He always comes from watching Kung Fu.
5. 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?
6. 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.
Lonely smoke from the desert went straight into the river and the yen fell.
The old year melts in the freshness, ... The night now gives way to the ocean of the sun.
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
Wanli dry Kun, such as retort, fire umbrella round that day.
7. Who knows that little poem about the sun? The sun is like that big red flower, hanging on the horizon in the east, with a round face as shy as Xia Hong, but unable to speak. The sun is like a big pumpkin, hanging high in the sky, shining happily all over the mountain, and the grass is sprouting. Open your mouth, smile, get up after falling, respect it, love it, and I will give my heart to it. I'll go home when the sun is tired, at one o'clock in the evening. Still climbing. The sun is like that big red flower, hanging on the horizon in the east, with a round face like Xia Hong, just smiling and not talking. The sun is like a big pumpkin, hanging high in the sky, shining happily all over the mountain, and the grass is sprouting. Open your mouth and smile. I will get up after falling, respect it and love it. I will give my heart to it. I am tired of the sun, so I will go home. At night, I am a little scared.