Description of dusk scenery in the mountains

Poetry about dusk in the mountains 1. Sentences describing the scenery in the mountains at dusk

1. At this time, the sun is setting, and the grassland is covered with golden silence. The distant mountains were covered with colorful clothes of sunset glow, and the clouds as white as milk turned into red as fire that day. The grass waves subsided, and grazing cattle and sheep came from distant grasslands; Only those camels who don't come home at night are still wandering around the lake near Liulin.

2. When the sun sets, the school is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, and the students stroll around the campus in twos and threes. The evening breeze slowly brings the fragrance of flowers and plants, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, and can see the sun more brightly.

The night has passed, and the night has already spread out. The tall French phoenix tree is illuminated by dazzling white street lamps. In the dark night sky, it circles around to seize the green, and sometimes the night wind blows, making a gentle rustling sound, and only for an instant, it disappears into infinite silence.

At dusk, I put away the long string of sad words and stared at the earth with black eyes. There are still people singing and dancing, but there are still a group of people looking at the direction of another group of people in the dim light. Flute and erhu sound faintly floated in the air, hoarse and melodious.

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2. What poems describe "the mountain in the evening"?

Muli

Tang Bai Juyi

At dusk, in front of the independent Buddhist temple, the ground was full of Sophora japonica cicadas.

Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.

1. Chuncun

Tang Bai Juyi

In February, the village garden was warm, and Dai Shengfei was among the mulberry trees.

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.

2. Wangjiang Prefecture

Tang Bai Juyi

When Jiang Hui saw the double flower table, he knew it was Xunyang West Gate.

Or go to the lonely boat for three or four miles, hookah sand rain is about to dusk.

3. Osmunda japonica

Tang Bai Juyi

Your papers are quiet and the bells and drums are long.

Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Osmanthus fragrans purple is the opposite of Osmanthus fragrans purple.

4. Sand last month

Tang baorong

At dusk, Nansha ebbs, and the moonlight in autumn is covered with sand and the snow is clear.

Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty.

Sit alone

Don du fu

Sorrow goes to the white stone, and the lonely city is carried on crutches. Rivers gather in continents, and the sky is clear.

Cang Ming's resignation cost Zhu Bi his life. He admired the yellow birds and threw them into the forest feathers.

glitter

Don du fu

It is dusk in the north of Chu Palace, and raindrops are printed in the west of Baidicheng.

Returning to the clouds to help the trees, the mountain village is lost. Lung disease is just a bad old age, so close the door early when you are absolutely in a hurry.

Don't stay in the chaos for a long time, the south has no soul.

7.guiyan

Dondum

The painting hall is full of singing and dancing, and no one who goes to the club watches it.

The captain is Jiang Loushi's companion, and he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk.

8.crow

Dondum

Disturbed and rummaged, cold smoke rose at dusk.

Mao deceives the queen's hair and 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.

9. residual flowers

Tang hanhe

There are more and more residual snow in the afterglow, and the fragrance is still endless. At dusk, the moon is blue and white.

After the Qingming rain, the tip is red, the grass under the tree is clean, and the wind on the wall is empty.

On this day, in the sad place of Xiyuan, a song water flowed eastward.

10.Wuqiqu

Tangli section

The white horse chases the Zhu car and enters the narrow slope at dusk. The willows on the narrow slope are competing for lodging.

You can't fly to the house without fighting for branches. The young woman in the East Room joined the army. Every time she heard a crow, she knew it was dark.

1 1 Leyou Tomb

Don

With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou.

The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.

12. Falling flowers

Tang Lizhong

Residual red evokes the poet's magic, but it is the helplessness of missing the past.

There are many winds floating in the golden valley. It circled around the running water and stuck to the short beach.

Who knows that the door is locked, and it is drizzling at dusk.

13. Blackmail

Tangweizhuang

Autumn wine is easy to wake up when it is shaken, and it looks sad and looks like parting.

At dusk, leaning against the column, the sound of green wind and rain broke my heart.

14. Jiangting vigil

Tangsong wenzhi

Smoke soaks into the roots, and smoke from the kitchen leaves the distant village. Birds return to the sand with traces, while sails cross the waves without traces.

See the water for flexibility, and see the mountain to kill the soul.

15. Changxi Wang Qiu

Tang Tang Yan Qian

The willow is short and the sand is long, and the rain stands at the head of the stream.

Western jackdaw in the west twinkles in the mountains, and Duqu is alone at dusk.

16. Spring sorrow

Tangweizhuang

My own spring worries are killing my soul, and I can't bear to miss my grandson.

The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone.

17. Qiu Huai

Don

The ancient pagoda tree is thin and sad at night, and it is independent at dusk.

Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.

3. Mountain poems in the evening

Harem Ci (Bai Juyi) tears wet silk scarf dream failed, talking to himself between broken paper windows, homesick for Yangzhou friends.

Birds in the setting sun pass through Hankou. I, a stranger in this inland area, sent a farewell poem (Fan Yun) to Shen Jishi in front of Wan Li, and the atmosphere at night was clear.

I hope my art can bring me fame. I heard a mountain falling: Qu Xia (Lulun) has a dark forest, and the smell should be priceless.

Pingyang song and dance is the new favorite. Don't think about it.

Hua Lian Zhou Mi Shangyuan (Su Shi) lights Qiantang for three or five nights. The wind blew through the leaves on both sides.

BMW carved cars are full of incense. "Listening to Shouxiang Wall and Blowing Flute at Night" (Li Yi) was as sand as snow before returning to Yuefeng. Sneak into the night with the wind and point at the depths of hard rocks.

The dangerous building of Yeshan Temple (Li Bai) is high 100 feet. I heard the lonely notes of the horn resounding through the darkness, Jiang Feng, Yu Mian, and the bright moon hanging high in the front hall of Weiyang.

And suddenly finding you seems like a dream, and Pingsha is broken; When I looked out from the deck, the autumn moon was cold and cold. Thinking about Taiwan all night (Weizhuang) and sighing all night.

Meet by chance, on the south side of the river. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix.

Looking at the moon and thinking about the distance (Zhang Jiuling), the moon is in the sky, listening to the tide at night, the boatman's voice, and the water is a city. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight.

At night, I return to Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran), and the bell of the mountain temple comes at night (1). I spend the night in Yechan Mountain, waiting for my good friend Ding (Meng Haoran). At this time, the sun sets, I leave the cup, travel-stained, and sink back. I suddenly miss my hometown, recline in the smoked cage and sit in the Ming Dynasty. On a cold night, a night berth near Fengqiao (Zhangji).

Go back to the boat at night. The shadow of the Hosta lamp. The adherents shed tears and dust.

Say goodbye to Shen Han at Yunyang Inn, which is separated by the river and the sea. So I left my message to the moon, Chu Xiaoyun, and one valley after another was hazy and hazy.

Beauty died before she died, through the night, facing my motionless tall mast. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival?

Looking for her in the crowd, Jiang Hai sent her for the rest of her life, throwing a small fan at fireflies, and a blue light snow blocked Shandong in the dead of night? The geese return to Luoyang, and people are picturesque. Did you see "Dark Wind and High Fishing Fire in the Moon" in "The Night Book on the Boat" (Cha), and its fame only belonged to the ancients? . Blue burns your candle in its kingfisher feather lantern, and you are on that side, beyond Wanfeng.

There are no more barbarians, nor their horses and cows, and they only look at the heron nest. On the moonlit night of Bridge 24, you took me far away, and you seemed to be awake, but I felt the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn Muir after brushing the car.

The bright moon does not know how to leave hate, and returns like midnight. Wild paths and clouds are black. The light was cold and the frost was exposed.

Now I have poetry; I can read, the sky is as blue as water, and the night is as light as a cloud, but I can hear that thousands of washing hammers moisten everything silently on the stones at night. The boat has left.

Although an inland river businessman should sleep in this calm weather. My white hair has accelerated my aging, but in the vast world, I am just a sandpiper! . Hatred in the autumn wind, what is life without you for me? .

I saw a lonely goose crossing the Milky Way. He heard someone else's, but it wasn't mine. From Xiakou to Wang Xi, Yingzhou, Yueyang originated in Midtown (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple in the river and no mist on the island, which is more moonlight and clear than the balcony at five o'clock.

At night, the wind leaves are singing in the gallery, the moon is running on the river, the stars are raining, bats are dancing with lanterns, and there is no wind to stir my lonely sails. Now the cold of the moon and night passes through the pine trees.

A message for Han Chuo Yangzhou magistrate (Du Mu) Castle Peak is full of water, and the twelfth floor is self-evident. Qingpingle stayed alone in the Wangshi Temple in Boshan (Xin Qiji), so hungry that rats were all around the bed, and went there. The jade people there taught me to play the flute, and before Shu, the moon crossed me alone.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian), Bai Shu crows in the atrium, jade pots turn bright. He knew that the dew tonight would be frost.

Fight, the moon is falling outside the balcony. Under the tent, blowing sheng spits musk deer, and the sound of insects is fresh through the sand in the green window. It belongs to the wild goose, and then sits and watches Yun Qi, and the midnight bell arrives at the passenger ship.

Thousands of miles in a lonely grave, half a river rustling and half a river red, picking up red flames to save moths, made me forget to return to my nest, and the moon was in the sky, but no one was with me. Tomorrow I will raise my sail, and the Tatar chiefs are fleeing from the darkness.

Lin Jiang Xian returns to Lin Gao at night (Su Shi) and wakes up drunk after drinking Dongpo at night, with a star in his hand. And the river rushed for the night, drunk, and didn't know the way back? In the dead of night, the wind is calm and the valley is flat. I lie and watch the morning glory Vega. The breeze chirps at midnight, and no one can save me. Fish and salt are everywhere in the market, although I put on my coat, the weather is not warm.

I cry for your leaving forever. I can't wake up yet. I hear people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry. I find your poems beautiful.

The stars tilted down from the empty place. I heard a woman crying after the battle in the distance.

My thin hair grows in winter, just like three streams of Hunan water. We chase them and go into battle lightly. Is there already frost? . When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

The day and night are as cool as water, which reminds me of an abandoned fortress parked at an altitude of 5000 meters, and the moonlight in the shadow of pine trees is sprinkled on my empty window. I can finally send my messenger, misty and lonely. Autumn (Du Mu) Silver Candle Qiu Guang Cold Painting Screen.

The mountain is high and the water is long. You can't fool others in anything you do. But forget the sadness that will come tomorrow. Dare not speak loudly, thinking of you, the phoenix flute moves.

Xie Yan's parting poem (Fan Yun): The fog on the balcony, we roll the dice in groups under the crimson lamp, and the snow shines, and the sky in Wan Li is moonlit. People came to my bed along the sand road leading to Gu Jiang, looking forward to their dreams and crushing their homesickness! Xijiang Moon Night Tour Huangsha Road (Xin Qiji) Mingyue Surprise Magpie.

Preside as wisely as Wen Weng. So I lay awake and meditated, and the lights were dim.

Bo Qinhuai (Du Mu) smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, a fragrance is stolen from your lotus embroidered curtain, my ears feel pure with the sound of Feng Shui, and he is forbidden to go to Changsha to be an exile. Yu Jiefen (Li Bai) Her white stairs are cold with dew. Chai Men heard dogs barking, the general tried archery at night, and stopped near Qinhuai Restaurant at night, and their heroic husband last night. In a short time, the dim moonlight cut through the misty treetops, and Jia was even more incoherent. I want to be a bluebird.

The cold sound of the horn came from the desolate mountain wall! It is easy to go by wind. Liang Zhu (Yan Shu) is worried about smoke and blue tears. Like a dream (Li Qingzhao) I often think of the sunset in Xiting.

"Jiande River Sleeping at Night" (Meng Haoran) My boat was moving forward in the fog, and I entered the Nongsang Society for the first time. Now the geese have gone south, but people are there, and the river boat is full of fire. You shouldn't even knock.

Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) did not petition at Beigongmen. I was shocked, but I turned around.

Think of the past time from a night stop under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai) on the west side of the river tonight. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years. The child is short of breath.

The geese are far louder than Xiaoxiang, and the city gate is closed, so pedestrians are not allowed to enter; The mountains are obstacles on my way forward, and I dare not cross the boundary of the river. Autumn (Wei) When I was walking in the cool autumn night, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River had not withered in autumn. People had recruited all night to look forward to their hometown, and every family had grown up with children and grandchildren.

One day I met an old woodcutter. After a night in Shan Yu.

It is a waste to say that athletes are in their hands. A Night Outside (Du Fu) The breeze is rippling on the grass bank. The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) lingers in the dusk snow and suddenly looks back.

I want to send colored stationery and rulers. Yuan Zhi (Gong Zizhen) is a vulture with nine faces.

One autumn night, with Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han), the cold wind crawled under my mat and the fallen leaves were behind me. I work tirelessly for Sue. 1000 lights in the middle of the night, but it rains late.

Silent night thinking (Li Bai) Such a bright line is at the foot of my bed. The west wind dried up the green trees in the bamboo forest last night.

Care for each other without words. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) at night, Hanyang City Wall is far away.

Send a letter to the people. I have lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River.

In the old days, there were only a thousand tears on the edge of Maodian Community. However, if there is something wrong with peacetime letters, South China University of Technology Jin Guancheng, with one in his throat, asks us how old we are.

I was exiled by a wise ruler because of my mistakes, or farmers quarreled over taro. My heart walked three thousand miles and I missed the moon. Tonight, the moon is full of hope.

There are seven or eight stars in the sky. Unconsciously, I came to an ancient seclusion. Businessmen and women don't know how to hate their country. They look up at this shabby hut on Zhongnanshan Mountain. I find it is moonlight and recall the old general Xie in vain.

The grass has changed and withered. I can't send him any more messengers. Cold branches prefer * * * picking, and spring cold outside the curtain gives brocade robes. Besides my comrades, Mingyue and the army we sent many years ago are all humane.

From a berth in Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey whimpered in the shadow mountain and strayed into the lotus.

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, I also know what the ambassador thinks of me, so I wrote Jiang Shenzi to send it.

It is 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.

5, raw tea Yuan Xi

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, on the fifteenth day of the first month of the Lantern Festival, 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 sunrise and sunset

1, Tianjingsha Qiu Si-Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty.

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

The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.

2. In the Heron House-Wang Zhihuan in the Tang Dynasty

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

The sunset slowly sinks beside the western hills, and the Yellow River rushes to the East China Sea.

3. Climb a new flat building-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

The sky is vast, the sunset falls in the distance, and the plug river flows quietly.

The sky is vast, the sun sets in the distance, the cold waves are slight, and the river flows quietly.

4. My book-Liu Tea in Tang Dynasty

When the sun rises, everything in the world is as fine as wool.

Every day when the sun rises in the east, many complicated things in the world begin to happen one by one.

5. Bitter rain-Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty

Things rise to the sun and the moon, and day and night are like beads.

The sun and the moon rise and set in the west, and day and night are like pearls.

6. Zuiweng Pavilion-Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty

If the husband is in the forest at sunrise, the clouds will return to the cave, and the changes will be bright, and sooner or later in the mountains.

As for the rising of the sun, the fog in the mountains dispersed and the smoke clouds gathered, so the valley looked dark, the morning light was dark, and the evening was self-evident. It's morning and evening in the mountains.

6. Poems about Sunset

The sunset is infinitely beautiful.

It's just that it's close to night now.

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road, the west wind and the thin horse,

The sun went down,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

There is a sunset in the autumn mountain. "

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

The sky is red, the clouds are west and the ground is flat, at the foot of the sun —— Three Poems of Qiang Village by Tang Du Fu

The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, and it is buried by the coming night —— A Journey to Paradise by Tang Shangyin.

Deep trees grow in the dusk, while small buildings grow in the sunset —— On Tang Tara's Yangzhou Zen Temple

A setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half the river is rustling and half the river is red —— Ode to Mujiang by Tang Juyi

4. Old age

It's dusk,

Look at the end of the world by the fence.

Tianya Road:

When the sun goes down,

River of no return.

Moving like running water, still like jade,

God suggested that I live in the sky.

Living in the sky:

A dream in Yaotai,

Very insightful.