Write ancient poems about dusk

The poem about dusk is 1. Poetry about dusk.

At dusk, in front of Bai Juyi's independent Buddhist temple in Tang Dynasty, 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. There are many song and dance performances in Tang Yan Tumu Painting Gallery, but people who go to the club don't watch them.

The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk. The crow Tang Du Mu disturbed and rummaged, and the cold smoke rose at dusk.

Mao deceives the queen's hair, and her voice feels Chu Ji's string. Under the wind, the frost forest fell asleep with its wings.

Just like traveling to the west, it can't be white. There are still many remnants of snow in the Han nest of the Tang Dynasty, and the fragrance is still endless.

At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and it is clear and rainy, and it is thin and red. The grass under the tree is clean, and the wind on the wall is urgent.

On this day, in the sad place of Xiyuan, a song water flowed eastward. Wuqiqu Tang Baima chased Zhu Che, and entered the narrow slope at dusk.

Narrow willows fight for the night, but branches don't fly to the house. The young woman in the East Room joined the army. Every time she heard a crow, she knew it was dark.

Li Shangyin, in the Tang Dynasty of Leyou Mausoleum, had the shadow of twilight in his heart, and I drove forward in Leyou Mausoleum. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

The residual red in the fallen flowers of Tang and Li provoked the poetic demon, which had nothing to do with homesickness. At dawn, the golden valley is windy.

Rotating around the running water, pieces of light stick to the short sand. Who knows that the door is locked, and it is drizzling at dusk.

Wei Zhuang's autumn wine in the Tang Dynasty is easy to wake up, as long as sorrow. At dusk, leaning against the bar does not return, and the sound of green wind and rain breaks my heart.

Jiang Ting looked at Song Wenzhi in the late Tang Dynasty, soaking in the clouds and leaving the village in the smoke. Birds return to the sand with traces, while sails cross the waves without traces.

Looking at the water to know the softness, looking at the mountain to break the soul. Indulge in it, and the horse will return at dusk.

Autumn looks long, tangliu is short and sand is long, and the rain is slightly smoky. In front of the mountain in western Western jackdaw, Du Qu was alone at dusk.

Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson. The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone.

Autumn, pottery, Gu Huai, thin smoke, sad night cries, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.

General Lonely Tang, the valley is the stronghold, and the weather is dusk. Spring sorrow is still drunk, tears and wine marks on my clothes.

Mountain garden, small beautiful pine forest, countless fragrant buildings shaking to 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 urn.

Autumn night, pine and bamboo Shu Zhen slender crescent hanging dusk, people want to break their souls in the secluded boudoir. The letterhead was opened and changed, but the glass was raised again.

Snuff is heartbreaking and the sleeves are long and tearful. Regret is more than romantic feelings. It should be noted that love is the root of trouble.

Huanxi Shashong, Li Qingzhao indifferent to spring cold food, jade stove hookah, dream back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

The voice is slow, Song Qingzhao is looking for it, cold and clear, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, 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! Drunk flowers, Song Yin, Li Qingzhao, mist, thick clouds and sorrow forever, refreshing the mind and eliminating the golden beast. 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. Ruan Lang Gui Song Su Shi Xiang Piao dusk.

The tree in front of the hall is spring. Why does the east wind enter the west neighbor?

Children often close the door. Snow is cold, jade is true.

The cheek powder is uneven. Fold flowers and send them to Lingtou people.

Sunset in Jiangnan. Yu Meiren Song Sushi's ice muscles are naturally thin.

After that, it was even more divided. The days are long, and the curtains look at dusk.

Evening, turn to ecstasy. You also know that lovesickness is bitter.

How can you have the heart to throw away slaves? I took the trouble to climb the mountain.

I'm afraid it's easier to be a stranger than a stranger. Like a dream, the courtyard of Nalan is clear and sunny, and the language is dense and shallow.

Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.

2. What are the poems praising dusk?

1, Leyou Tomb, by Tang Li Shangyin.

In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

2. Song's anonymous "Huanxisha"

Constant Feiyun drew a diaphragm. At dusk, misty rain flooded the river. Small plums are fragrant and shallow, so they can't help being cold.

The wind is light, there is no shutter upstairs, and the wine red pin is full of makeup. Jade people look sideways.

3. Song Yan Dao Ji's "Huanxisha"

The lights upstairs are in a hurry to close. Mengyun went 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.

4. Shi's "Red Lips and Red Apricot Fragrance"

Apricot fragrance, willow smoke curled up. Zhuhu Lake is by the water. It's all yellow and rainy.

Candle shadows shake the wind, and one pillow hurts Chun Qing. I can't go back. Where is the Phoenix Building? The grass is lost.

5. Song Ouyang Xiu's "Cha Sheng Zi Yuan Xi"

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.

3. What are the poems that express "dusk"

1. The sun can only be seen at dusk, although it is dazzling. -"Leyou Tombs" Li Shangyin

Although the sunset is beautiful, it is near dusk.

2. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. -"Tianjingsha Qiu Si" Ma Zhiyuan

Sunset sets in the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.

The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei's "To the Frontier"

On the vast desert, I saw a wisp of lonely smoke rising from the ground and soaring into the sky; On the horizon, over the Yellow River, which spans thousands of miles, a red sun hangs in the air, which is particularly round.

4. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. -"In the Heron Villa" Wang Zhihuan

Near the mountain, the sun sets, and the Yellow River flows eastward into the sea.

A sunset spread in the water, half of the river rustled and half of the river was red. -Bai Juyi's "Mu Jiang Yin"

A sunset sank into the river, and the river was half green and half brilliant red.

6. As the days go by, the water is cool. -Li Bai's "Deng Xinping Lou"

The sky was crisp and the sun was setting. I went upstairs and looked west, but I saw the sunset as far away as usual. The stream is clear, the waves are ups and downs, and the chill attacks people.

7. On the Erji Sunset Creek Bridge, half a ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow. -Du Mu occasionally wrote two questions in Qi 'an County.

Standing on the bridge overlooking the river, the setting sun is setting, two poles off the ground, and the willows on the other side are curled up and hazy.

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4. Poems describing dusk and sunset

When I saw the sun, although he was radiant, it was already sunset, and the lonely Qi Fei, autumn water and the sky were the same.

"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.