Poetry about dusk misses you.

1. Poems about dusk: complaints about 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.

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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 the Qiang flute, 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.

2. Sunset, Xishan, I miss you, but I don't see you. Sad love poems series:

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

Empty and bitter,

It's no use burning when your heart is cold.

Where is Benibe's outer bead,

Berries are cold in spring and autumn.

If time can stay at the moment when we first met.

The gift is a fan abandoned in summer.

How heartlessly you changed your feelings.

Burning the emotion that blames me for fading quickly.

You should be like a stone.

My concubine should be cattail grass.

Pucao is as tough as silk.

Rock-free transfer

You live at the source of the Yangtze River,

I live at the end of the Yangtze River.

I miss you every day,

* * * Drink Yangtze River water.

3. Poems describing dusk In front of Bai Juyi's independent Buddhist temple at dusk in the Tang Dynasty, the ground was full of locust flowers 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, Tang Dynasty and Jiangzhou, I saw Hua Shuang's watch, and I knew it was Xunyang Xiguanmen.

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 Zi Flower 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 Yan Tang 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 jars.

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, and 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.

4. Poems describing dusk: 1, like a dream, thin moon, dusk courtyard.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

In the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is 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.

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In the courtyard at dusk, the bright moon is in the sky, and their love stories are constantly decreasing. Now, future lovers have known each other for a long time. I wonder if that person's heart is true? Still pretending? Old grievances and new love, old feelings and new grievances are intertwined, unclear and confusing. Who can see my sad thoughts, sleepless nights, red tears on my face and letters soaked in coral pillows?

2. At dusk, Yu Mei is listening to Chengtoujiao again.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

At dusk, listening to the corner of the city head again, I was in a bad mood. The initial boiling of the medicine furnace is short and green, and there is no lingering fragrance and half a trace of annoyance.

Affectionate since ancient times, the original disease, clear mirror cherish clear shadow. With a flick of a finger, tears fell like silk, and the Central Committee and Dongfeng Hugh sent jade people to know.

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At dusk, I heard the horn from Chengtou again. I can hardly sit up when I am sick, and I am in a bad mood. As soon as the medicine is boiled, the lamp and candle will emit a blue flame, and the burning incense will emit half a wisp of smoke, which will arouse infinite sadness.

Affectionate people have been sick since ancient times. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard face. Read one of your "words between your fingers" and tears will fall down at once. Please don't tell you that I miss you when I am sick.

3. Jiang Shenzi, it is still raining at dusk.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Ancient preface: Xue Huai, ambassador Zhu Kangshu, and I know what the ambassador thinks of me, so I wrote Jiang Shenzi to send it.

It's still raining at night. Open the curtain at dawn to flatten the eaves. The sky is low in the river, and there is nowhere to recognize the green curtain. Who will accompany me when I sit alone and sing frozen songs? Wipe away the sick eyes and twist off the beard.

Let your guests get drunk and tired. Crystal salt, sweet for whom? Holding plum blossoms, looking east at Tao Qian. Snow is like an old friend and people are like snow. Although cute, some people think it is.

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Yesterday evening, it was raining in Mao Mao. I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, only to find that the heavy snow was almost flush with the eaves. The river is wide and the sky is low, and the long white snow covers the wine flag of the riverside pub. I sat alone in the cold and recited poems. Who's with me? Wipe your dim eyes and stroke your aging beard.

You may be enjoying a feast. Who is this crystal clear snow for? I looked east with plum blossom in my hand, thinking about Tao Qian. Snow is like an old friend, and old friends are like snow. Although cute, I am afraid of being "suspected".

4. How deep are the flowers and the courtyard?

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

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The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers. Luxurious chariots and horses are parked in the place where aristocratic childe plays. She went upstairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the way to Zhangtai.

Spring is dusk, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how you hide the evening scenery, you can't keep spring. I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.

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Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

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. (Tears Wet: A Work: Full)

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Last year, the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month, the lights in the flower market were as bright as during the day.

The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk.

On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I never saw my old friend last year again, and tears soaked her clothes unconsciously.

5. Poems about dusk:

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. Liu Yuxi, Leyuan Scenic Area, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I drove through the graves of Leyuan.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. Qian Qi's visit to Li Qing failed.

Draw halberds, Zhu Louying the sunset glow, Gao Wuhan, Liu Du flying crow. There is no return to the porch in front of the door, and the city is worried about watching the sunset.

Chen hui ri Yan Gao restaurant

Son Shen likes to play with friends. People are Pingyang guests, and the land is Shi Chong's home. Hydrology produces old pu, and the wind is full of new flowers. Riding at dusk, the sunset shines on Changchuan.

Liu Yuxi's autumn night is new and sunny. For example, in jathyapple, it is pleasant during the day and rainy at night, and the night scene is very clear. The moon is faint with clouds and thin scales. The voice of Chiba, Lin Qiu. Looking at each other step by step, there are many good feelings.

Bai Juyi received it as a gift from the Seventh Hospital of Xia Zi, and answered it with poetry, so the heart was solemn and one end was fragrant purple. On the opening day, the sunset glow is reflected, and the wind is full of autumn waters. In order to cut pity leaves for the mattress, making fur will cherish flowers. It's better to sew a silk quilt and miss you like a gentleman.

Zhao Yanduan Huanxisha Garden is greener after the rain. The sunset glow is brilliant and the clouds are heavy, and they meet on the east side of the bridge. I didn't add green temples to my sleep, so my sweat melted slightly and my makeup turned red. No amount of worry is true.

6. What are the poems of Sijun? 1. I don't see Song Jun and Li Chi Ngai every day.

Bufu, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.

2. Always think of you in Song and Huang Gongdu.

Jade case: neighboring chickens don't care about suffering

3. You think of me and look back at Song Xin Qiqi.

Magnolia Slow Show Zhong Zhang Gu Shuai Xing Yuan

4. I miss you, I miss you, Song Sushi.

Farewell to Li Gongze in late spring.

I miss Cui Dunli in Song Jun.

Jiangwu Wangtai Rain and Chuqing

6. Broadband is the Song Department of the Fourth Army.

Linjiangxian listened to the magpie and immediately became anxious.

7. Look at the sun. Despite his glory, a poem describes dusk and sunset. It is already dusk and loneliness. In Qi Fei, autumn waters are 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, Tang Dynasty and Jiangzhou, I saw Hua Shuang's watch, and I knew it was Xunyang Xiguanmen.

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 Zi Flower 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.

8. Ancient poems about dusk: the moonlight shadows fall at dusk, and the autumn wind is blue.

Sunset on the lake is late, and it gets dark in early autumn.

The moon cries at dusk, and the flowers in late spring are fading away.

In the afterglow, Lingxiao's Xiang Yan warbler vomited fragrance.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

The evening is fine and the frost is light.

The old road is dusk, and the spring is infinitely good.

Sunset in the shade, dusk in Xia Ran, just sad.

It's getting late in LAM Raymond, and it's still early at dusk.

9. I am eager for poems about sunsets and dusk. * * * Ten to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.

Lonely smoke in the desert, the sun sets in the long river-Wang Wei, heartbroken people scattering water in the end of the world-Ma Zhiyuan, half river rustling and half river red-Bai Juyi drinks a new song and a glass of wine in the sand song "Yan Shu" in Huanxi. Last year, the weather got old. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. How many spring and autumn sounds have been lost when Yang Guan said goodbye to Jun with tears? Looking at Jun Jun all day, I can only see the sunset.

Send Che Ling to Liu Changqing, and from the temple, deep in its tender bamboo, there comes the deep sound of the evening bell. Li He took the sunset, and Qingshan went home alone.

The river beam is worth the rain. In history, there were Yan Yu, Shangguan Shiliang and LAM Raymond, and the sunset was sad. The title of the Green Wave Pavilion is Chen Yuan's eternal hatred of the sunset, and he will pay a short pavilion. The people who boarded Xiasong Ferry in Langshan, Tongzhou, were thin and dark, afraid of the sunset. You will like bamboo new with rain, Qian Qi, a message from my research at the mouth of the valley to review Yang, and the mountains are gentle in the sunset. It was a sunny day, and on the Xu Lake, several boats came back with flutes and drums in the sunset. For the love of the sunset, the land tour in Dongcun wants to return Xiaoli. The sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane and the wild flowers beside Zhuque Bridge by Liu Yuxi are oblique. In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.