Poems describing dusk

1, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I have driven ahead in Leyou tombs. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. -Don Li Shangyin's "Leyou Tombs"

2, my own spring worries are breaking my soul, and I can't bear to look back when I think of Wang Sun. The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone. -Don Wei Zhuang's "Spring Sorrow"

3. The art gallery is singing and dancing, and the club is coming to see it. The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk. -Don Mutu's "Gui Yan"

4, shaking autumn wine is easy to sober up, and it seems to take a long time. At dusk, leaning against the bar does not return, and the sound of green wind and rain breaks my heart. -Don Wei Zhuang "Shake Down"

In front of the independent Buddhist temple at dusk, there are trees and cicadas all over the ground. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn. -Don Bai Juyi's Twilight

6. At dusk, Nansha ebbs, the moonlight is covered with sand, and autumn snow is falling. Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty. -Tang Baorong's Sand of Last Month

7. When Jiang Hui saw the flower watch, he knew it was at 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. -Don Bai Juyi's Wangjiangzhou

8. The willow is short and the sand is long, and the rain is slightly smoky. In the west of Western jackdaw, the mountains are bright, and Duqu is alone in the dusk —— Tang's Long Flowing Looking at Autumn.

9. Your papers are quiet, but the bells and drums are long. Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zi Flower versus Ziweilang. -Tang Bai Juyi's Wei Zihua

10, the white horse chased Zhu's car 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. -Don Li Duan's "Wuqi Qu"

1 1, disturbing people to turn, cold smoke 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. -"The Crow" by Don Mutu

12, sad to return to Bai Shou, 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. -Don Du Fu sitting alone

13, February village garden is warm, and Sang Dai wins the flight. 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. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Village

14, the vast soaking cloud roots, smoke out of the village. 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. -Tang Song Wen Zhi "Jiang Ting Night Patrol"

15, Remnant Red inspires poets, but it has nothing to do with nostalgia. 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. -Tang Lizhong's "Falling Flowers"

16, there are more than a few pieces of snow, and the fragrance is still endless. At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and the Qingming rain is too 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. Don Han? Canhua

17, it's dusk in the north of Chu Palace, and the raindrop marks 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. -Don Du Fu's "Death"