Are there any poems praising the dusk?

Poems about praising dusk 1. Poems praising the evening.

1, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I have driven ahead in Leyou tombs.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. 2. 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. 3. Xilong instruments are quiet and the bells and drums are long.

Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zi Flower versus Ziweilang. 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. 5. The art gallery is singing and dancing, and the club goes to the club to see it.

The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk. 6. 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. 7, the ancient locust smoke is sparse and sad, independent dusk.

Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou. 8, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, the mind is refreshed, and the golden beast disappears.

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.

At dusk, in front of the Independent Buddhist Temple in the Tang Dynasty, the ground was covered with Sophora japonica and cicadas. Generally speaking, at four o'clock, my heart is always bitter, and it is autumn in my heart. In the spring village, the February village of Tang Dynasty is warm and harmonious, and Dai Shengfei is in the mulberry forest. Farmers plow old valleys, and silkworms pray for new clothes. Cattle and horses are far away because of the wind, and chickens and dolphins pass through the community. At dusk, the road under the forest, drums and flutes are playing for the return of the gods. Looking back at Ziweilang of Tang Dynasty. Sand at the beginning of last month, at dusk in the Tang Dynasty, the moon was covered with sand, and the snow was clear in autumn. The hydrology is not smoked, and the Suyu field is cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Du Fu's sorrow, he returned to the lonely city with a white head and a cane. The rivers converge on the mainland, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the scenery is clear. Cangyan took care of Xie and lost his life. He admired the yellow birds and threw them into the forest. Returning to the cloud to help the tree lose the mountain village. Lung disease is just a high pillow for declining years, so close the door early when you are in a hurry. You can't stay in chaos for long, because there is no soul in the south. Back to Tang Yan Tumu Painting Gallery, the singing and dancing were noisy, and people who went to the club didn't watch it. The dragon is the companion of Jianglou, and he still leans against the railing at dusk. Tang Du Mu, the crow, was upset, and the cold smoke rose at dusk. Mao deceives the queen's hair and feels Chu Ji. There is no possibility of hoary head. In the Tang dynasty, there were a lot of residual flowers lying in the Han dynasty, and the fragrance was still inexhaustible. At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and it is clear and rainy, and it is thin and red. The grass is clean under the tree and the wind is empty on the wall. On this sad day, Xiyuan sings a song to the east. Wuqi Qutang Li Duan White Horse chased Zhu Che and entered the narrow slope at dusk. Narrow slope willows compete for a night. Every time I hear a crow, I know the night. Leyou Tombs Tang Li Shangyin has a twilight shadow in his heart. I have been driving in Leyou Tombs, and to see the sun, for all his glory is buried by the coming night. The residual red in a drowned rat aroused the poet's magic, nostalgic for the past, but helpless. The half-fallen bronze platform is full moon, and the golden valley is windy. Wandering in the water, the debris sticks to the short sand. Who knows that Nagato is locked, and the evening drizzle is harmonious. The autumn wine in Luozhuang is easy to wake up, and it is sad and long to leave. Heartbroken, green and stormy. Jiang Ting watched Song Wenzhi in the late Tang Dynasty, soaking in the clouds, cooking smoke out of the distant village. Birds return to the beach with traces, but sail on the waves with traces. Watching the water is flexible, and watching the mountains is to kill their souls. They are still addicted to it and want to return to the dusk of the horse. Looking at the Tang Dynasty in autumn, the stream is gurgling and the drizzle is slightly smoky. Western Western jackdaw shines in front of the mountain, and Du Qu is alone at dusk. No one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone. In autumn, the Tanggu Pagoda cries sadly at dusk and stands alone at dusk. Looking from the south to Philip Burkart, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou. Lonely Tang Dynasty, people from Jiangjun County, Zhenggu Village, the weather is going to dusk. Spring sorrow is still drunk, and clothes are stained with tears and wine. The fragrance of Xiaomei, Song and Lin Bu in the mountain garden swayed alone, occupying the amorous feelings of the small garden. The shadows are shallow. A butterfly is like a butterfly. Fortunately, there is a whisper, and you don't need a golden urn of sandalwood. Autumn night to send Song Zhu Qing, slender crescent hanging dusk, people want to lose their souls in the secluded boudoir. The stationery was unpacked and changed, but the glass was accidentally lifted. Snuff burns the heart and tears grow on the sleeves. It is better to regret that there is no romance, but it is important to know that love is.

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. Poems describing dusk

1) Look at the autumn grass independently, and the savage plows the sunset. -Chu Sizong's Looking South

2) The easterly wind is getting sharper and the sunset is setting, and a peach tree takes several days. -Come and "cherish flowers"

3) Pick mulberry spring and walk in the sunset. -Li Duan's "Spring Tour"

4) On the boat, when the sun is shining. -Cen Can's "Return to Dongshan Luo Shang"

5) Recalling the sunset in Xin 'an County and Qian Shan in the south. -HuangFuZeng "send Mr. Qing"

6) The sunset glow is fragrant with fine grass, and the river color reflects the curtain. -Du Fu's "Yat Sen Qing"

7) In autumn water and sunset. -Du Mu's "Autumn Sending Far Away"

8) When the guest looks for the sun, the monk returns to the sunset. -Cui Yao's "Deng Kai Chan Ji"

9) The autumn bank of Gengkun River is near sunset. -"Send Hu Xiao Shu Man Zhi Jiang"

10) Mangrove cicadas are full of sunset, and the white heads send each other twice, hurting each other. -Yuan Zhen's "Send Lu Jian"

1 1) Floating clouds accompany Xiang Yan, and Xia Wei loves the sunset. Thousands of valleys are green, and Wan Ruifang is in front of the court. -Hu's Night Scene

12) Rain outside Jiangcun, sunset in Ye Si. -Cen Can's "Five Crossing Nights"

4. Poems praising dusk

1, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I have driven ahead in Leyou tombs.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. 2. 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. 3. Xilong instruments are quiet and the bells and drums are long.

Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zi Flower versus Ziweilang. 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. 5. The art gallery is singing and dancing, and the club goes to the club to see it.

The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk. 6. 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. 7, the ancient locust smoke is sparse and sad, independent dusk.

Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou. 8, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, the mind is refreshed, and the golden beast disappears.

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.

At dusk, in front of the Independent Buddhist Temple in the Tang Dynasty, the ground was covered with Sophora japonica and cicadas. Generally speaking, at four o'clock, my heart is always bitter, and it is autumn in my heart. In the spring village, the February village of Tang Dynasty is warm and harmonious, and Dai Shengfei is in the mulberry forest. Farmers plow old valleys, and silkworms pray for new clothes. Cattle and horses are far away because of the wind, and chickens and dolphins pass through the community. At dusk, the road under the forest, drums and flutes are playing for the return of the gods. Looking back at Ziweilang of Tang Dynasty. Sand at the beginning of last month, at dusk in the Tang Dynasty, the moon was covered with sand, and the snow was clear in autumn. The hydrology is not smoked, and the Suyu field is cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Du Fu's sorrow, he returned to the lonely city with a white head and a cane. The rivers converge on the mainland, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the scenery is clear. Cangyan took care of Xie and lost his life. He admired the yellow birds and threw them into the forest. Returning to the cloud to help the tree lose the mountain village. Lung disease is just a high pillow for declining years, so close the door early when you are in a hurry. You can't stay in chaos for long, because there is no soul in the south. Back to Tang Yan Tumu Painting Gallery, the singing and dancing were noisy, and people who went to the club didn't watch it. The dragon is the companion of Jianglou, and he still leans against the railing at dusk. Tang Du Mu, the crow, was upset, and the cold smoke rose at dusk. Mao deceives the queen's hair and feels Chu Ji. There is no possibility of hoary head. In the Tang dynasty, there were a lot of residual flowers lying in the Han dynasty, and the fragrance was still inexhaustible. At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and it is clear and rainy, and it is thin and red. The grass is clean under the tree and the wind is empty on the wall. On this sad day, Xiyuan sings a song to the east. Wuqi Qutang Li Duan White Horse chased Zhu Che and entered the narrow slope at dusk. Narrow slope willows compete for a night. Every time I hear a crow, I know the night. Leyou Tombs Tang Li Shangyin has a twilight shadow in his heart. I have been driving in Leyou Tombs, and to see the sun, for all his glory is buried by the coming night. The residual red in a drowned rat aroused the poet's magic, nostalgic for the past, but helpless. The half-fallen bronze platform is full moon, and the golden valley is windy. Wandering in the water, the debris sticks to the short sand. Who knows that Nagato is locked, and the evening drizzle is harmonious. The autumn wine in Luozhuang is easy to wake up, and it is sad and long to leave. Heartbroken, green and stormy. Jiang Ting watched Song Wenzhi in the late Tang Dynasty, soaking in the clouds, cooking smoke out of the distant village. Birds return to the beach with traces, but sail on the waves with traces. Watching the water is flexible, and watching the mountains is to kill their souls. They are still addicted to it and want to return to the dusk of the horse. Looking at the Tang Dynasty in autumn, the stream is gurgling and the drizzle is slightly smoky. Western Western jackdaw shines in front of the mountain, and Du Qu is alone at dusk. No one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone. In autumn, the Tanggu Pagoda cries sadly at dusk and stands alone at dusk. Looking from the south to Philip Burkart, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou. Lonely Tang Dynasty, people from Jiangjun County, Zhenggu Village, the weather is going to dusk. Spring sorrow is still drunk, and clothes are stained with tears and wine. The fragrance of Xiaomei, Song and Lin Bu in the mountain garden swayed alone, occupying the amorous feelings of the small garden. The shadows are shallow. A butterfly is like a butterfly. Fortunately, there is a whisper, and you don't need a golden urn of sandalwood. Autumn night to send Song Zhu Qing, slender crescent hanging dusk, people want to lose their souls in the secluded boudoir. The stationery was unpacked and changed, but the glass was accidentally lifted. Snuff burns the heart and tears grow on the sleeves. It is better to regret that there is no romance, but it is important to know that love is.

5. Poems praising dusk

Looking at the sun, despite its brilliance, it is dusk and lonely Qi Fei, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. Preface to Wang Tengting shows the sunset in Wang Bo, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. Qiu Si in Tianjingsha shows the solitary smoke in Ma Zhiyuan desert, and the long river sets the yen. At the border, Wang Wei saw the sun, and for all his glory, he was buried by the coming night. Leyou's tomb, Li Shangyin, the mountains covered the white sun, the sea drained the golden river, and he looked at the heron lodge and Wang Zhihuan. It was already a long twilight. The article "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River" is long in Wan Li and lonely in the sunset. Fan Zhongyan's fisherman is proud of the sky and borrows sunset red in summer. Zhao Yi returned to Taihu Lake late, covered with sunset, half-river rustling and half-river red. Bai Juyi's Mujiang Song is far away and the water is long. Sunset red outside Dianshan Lake. Su's Wumeng is on the bridge of the two-pole sunset, and half a ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow. Du Mu's two occasional questions in Qi 'an County make the sunset in Pingsha wild and the stars in Gansu high and low. The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Du Fu's sunset.

6. What poems praise the sunset?

1. "Minus word magnolia, sent by Changting late"

Year: Song Author: Yan

The pavilion was delivered late, like a dream in front of the green window.

The fine print came home just in time for the red light last night.

Good times are fleeting, and half a mirror is about to break in spring.

Unforgettable memories, a pillow of tall buildings facing the sunset.

2. "Partridge days, drunk shooting spring shirts cherish old fragrance."

Year: Song Author: Yan

Drunk to shoot the spring shirt and cherish the old fragrance,

The separation and hatred of heaven tormented my sparse distribution.

Autumn grass grows on strangers every year,

From one day to sunset in the building.

Clouds are boundless, water is boundless,

Where are the people who want to get back on the road?

Acacia is speechless,

Don't waste tears on stationery.

3. Huanxisha

Year: Song Author: Lu You

Lazy enough to get drunk with two bottles of sand,

Tell you to enjoy the small window.

The most important thing is that the setting sun blows the horn.

Busy days are bitter, and idle days are few.

New worries often perpetuate old ones.

None of the guests is afraid to join the group.

4. "Linjiang Fairy Rolling East of the Yangtze River"

Year: Ming Author: Yang Shen

Rolling the Yangtze River eastward,

The waves washed away the hero.

Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time.

Castle peak is still there,

A touch of sunset red.

White-haired fishing fires in Zhu Jiang,

I am used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze.

I met an old friend and had a drink.

How many things have happened since ancient times,

This is all a joke.

5. Huanxisha

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

Painting wheel by the Li Tao River.

The partridge's voice is clear and respectful.

Although the sunset is near dusk.

Wearing sweet clothes and makeup on your arms,

Water is connected with grass and the moon.

When will you go home?

7. Poems praising the sunset

Today is like a dream, and the sunset only sees water flowing eastward. -(Shang Xi Wei Zhuang)

The setting sun is thousands of miles away, and even the grass is fragrant, which makes people sad. -(Lin Jiangxian Feng Yansi)

When the sun sets, embroidered curtains hang upstairs, wake up and sleep alone, leaning against the fence. -(Lin Jiangxian Feng Yansi)

A person watching the sunset dreams and feels infinite harm. -(He Manzi Mao Xizhen)

The rustling trees are far from the forest, and the autumn mountains are half sunset. -"Kou Zhun Shuhe Pavilion Wall"

The sunset is idle, Qiu Guang is old, and his thoughts are full of happiness. —— (Youth Travel liuyong)

When the sun sets, the water flows east and nothing is done. -(Anonymous water sprite)

Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. -(Lin Jiangxian Yang Shen)

If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite. -(Nalan Xingde Bodhisattva)

The sunset is idle, Qiu Guang is old, and his thoughts are full of happiness. —— (Youth Travel liuyong)

Put a song in a cup and you won't feel the sunset. -(Listening to Zheng Wu's Heart Sound and Playing the Piano Meng Haoran)

From the sun to the sunset, the clouds are lingering and the water is boundless. -(partridge Yan Dao Ji)

8. Praise the Evening Poem

1, "Drunken Flower Shade, Fog and Thick Clouds, Worry Will Live Forever" Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. 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.

2, "Huanxisha" Year: Song Author: Su Shi

Painting wheel by the Li Tao River. The partridge's voice is clear and respectful. Although the sunset is near dusk. The fragrance is in the clothes, the makeup is on the arms, and the water is even the grass and the moon. When will you go home?

3, "Drunken Flower Shade, Fog Thick Clouds, Sorrow Forever" Time: Song Author: Li Qingzhao

The fog is thick and the clouds are always sad. Renao Xiao Jin Animal Festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. After the east hedge handle is sprinkled at dusk, there are dark fragrant sleeves. Undead, the curtain rolls west wind, people are as thin as yellow flowers.

4. Year of "butterfly lovers's Return at dusk": Song Author:

I returned to Tai Su at dusk. The cool balcony is ethereal and does not smoke. This river divides into Xinghan Road. The fairy mansion is glittering with gold and silver. Dance with me when the shadows are clear. I just want to get together for a long time when I meet three people. This month, pavilions and pavilions have been antique. Where did you ask for the moon today in ancient times?

5, "Ghost of Ruan Lang" Year: Song Author: Yan

Powder marks print jade tips. Red crow in the evening. Old cold and new warm are still combined. Shu Mei is waiting for the increase of snow. In spring in Ran Ran, I hate tired and weary through illness. The platform faces the shutters. Personal whip shadow cool toad. The front edge of the building.

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[Interpretation] 1. The period from sunset to day is not completely dark 2. evening

Dusk, the artistic conception of dusk in ancient poetry: For thousands of years, people have remembered and described dusk, and integrated their own observation and understanding of nature, society and life into various scenes of dusk. Weeds, sunset, autumn wind, clear water, dangerous houses, frost and cold, returning birds, flute, funeral music ... The dusk image in junior high school textbooks has its own unique image group. They are full of some feelings of poets. However, these individual images do not exist in isolation, but are formed according to the needs of poets to express their emotions and feelings. To some extent, they enrich and deepen the aesthetic connotation of the dusk prototype, and show the unique artistic interest and infinite charm of the dusk image in China's classical poems.

9. Poems describing the beauty of dusk

Yamagata Xiaomei

Songlinbu

The fragrant people all shook off their brilliance and occupied the small garden with a variety of customs.

The shadows are shallow and the dusk is fragrant.

The frost bird wants to steal its eyes before going down, but the pink butterfly knows how to break its soul.

Fortunately, there is a rhyme, and there is no need for sandalwood boards and golden jars.

Love in autumn night

Song Zhu Shu Zhen

The slender crescent moon hangs at dusk, and people are dying in the secluded boudoir.

The stationery was taken apart and changed, but the cup was lifted again.

Snuff's heart is burning, and his sleeves are long enough to cover his tears.

Regret is more than romantic feelings, and love is the root of trouble.

Huanxisha

Song Qingzhao

The spring is chilly, the jade stove sinks and the smoke lingers, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.

Haiyan will mow the grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has covered the catkin cotton. At dusk, the rain wet the swing.

Slow voice

Song Qingzhao

Looking around, cold and desolate. It is the hardest to stop when it is warm and cold at first. Three glasses and two glasses of wine are better than his coming late and in a hurry! 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! The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

Zui Hua Yin

Song Qingzhao

The fog is thick, the clouds are sad forever, the spirit is refreshing, and the golden beast disappears.

After dusk, the wine in Dongli Bar has a faint fragrance and sleeves. You can't forget it. The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Ruan Langgui

Song sushi

Hazy fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon. There is a tree in front of the hall. Why does the east wind enter the west neighbor? Children often close the door.

The snow is cold and jade is true, and the cheeks are not evenly powdered. Fold flowers and send them to Lingtou people.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Song sushi

Ice muscles are naturally thin. After that, the long curtain looks at dusk. At dusk, it becomes charming.

You also know the bitterness of lovesickness. How can you have the heart to throw away your slave? I don't care about going all the way through this mountain. I'm afraid it's easy to be apart from you, but it's hard to see you.

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Qingnalanxingde

In the courtyard of slender moon dusk, secret language teaches you to get drunk. Do you know that?/You know what? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.