Poems describing the evening scene

Poetry about the evening scenery 1. What are the poems describing the beauty of dusk?

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 the Qingming rain is too 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. Jiang Mei has crossed the willow, and the rain wet the swing at dusk. The voice is very slow. Song Qingzhao looked for it, cold and desolate. It's the hardest to stop when it's warm and cold at first. Three cups and two glasses of wine can't beat his lateness! The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. 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! The fog of Song Yin Li Qingzhao is thick and the clouds are light, and my mind is always full of sorrow. The solar term is also the Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night. After drinking wine in Dongli at dusk, there is a faint fragrance overflowing the sleeves. Don't let it go. The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang returned to Su Shi in Song Dynasty with a delicate fragrance, floating in the dusk of the month. In front of the hall, there is a tree spring. Why does the east wind enter the west wind? Children often close the door. Snow muscles are cold. Yu Rongzhen. The distribution of fragrant cheeks is uneven. I want to send flowers to Lingtou people. It's dusk in Jiangnan. Song Yumei sushi's ice muscles are naturally thin. After that, long curtains look at dusk. When dusk came, I was fascinated. How can you bear to leave your slave? I'm afraid it's easier to leave Lang than to meet Lang. Let you see the courtyard of Nalanxingde clearly at dusk, just like dreaming. 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 describing the beauty of dusk?

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. Jiang Mei has crossed the willow, and the rain wet the swing at dusk. The voice is very slow. Song Qingzhao looked for it, cold and desolate. It's the hardest to stop when it's warm and cold at first. Three cups and two glasses of wine can't beat his lateness! The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. 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! The fog of Song Yin Li Qingzhao is thick and the clouds are light, and my mind is always full of sorrow. The solar term is also the Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night. After drinking wine in Dongli at dusk, there is a faint fragrance overflowing the sleeves. Don't let it go. The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang returned to Su Shi in Song Dynasty with a delicate fragrance, floating in the dusk of the month. In front of the hall, there is a tree spring. Why does the east wind enter the west wind? Children often close the door. Snow muscles are cold. Yu Rongzhen. The distribution of fragrant cheeks is uneven. I want to send flowers to Lingtou people. It's dusk in Jiangnan. Song Yumei sushi's ice muscles are naturally thin. After that, long curtains look at dusk. When dusk came, I was fascinated. How can you bear to leave your slave? I'm afraid it's easier to leave Lang than to meet Lang. Let you see the courtyard of Nalanxingde clearly at dusk, just like dreaming. Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.

3. What are the ancient poems describing the evening scenery?

Night berth near Fengqiao

Tang zhangji

On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.

Revisit the Temple of Yuzhi in Gusu.

Don Xu Hun

Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse.

Duwujiang

Dondum

When there are few people in the museum, the nights are longer, and the trees in Gusu City are far away.

The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass.

Wuyue Huaigu

Tang Liyuan

Gusu lost, the clouds were colorless, and Fan Li swam freely.

Xia Feng blows the old city, and the moon shines on the trees and misses moths.

Send someone to visit Wu.

Don Du Xunhe

The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk.

Recalling you far away, when the moon is not sleeping, hearing the songs on the river will touch your homesickness.

(Meng Haoran)

The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and the valley in Qian Shan was suddenly dark and quiet.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

(Du Fu)

Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Foreign night

(Du Fu)

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou

(Meng Haoran)

Monkeys whimper on the dark mountain, and the river rushes in the dark.

The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

One autumn night, I was listening to Qin Cheng's poems.

(Han Yi)

When the cold wind crawls under my mat, the exposed city walls turn pale with the autumn moon.

I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.

4. Ancient poems describing the evening scenery

Half the river rustles and half the river is red.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Don't say Sang Yu is late, because it is still full of clouds.

The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.

The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.

Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.

When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

Gu Teng old trees faint crow, small bridges flowing water, ancient roads west wind thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people at the end of the world.

The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate.

On a cool night, the moonlight blooms, and I want to see the shadow of Yudian Yaochi, and the sky shines on Qinhuai.

Zhu Lan alone at dusk, southwest crescent.

Attach two favorite songs.

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.

What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

5. What are the poems describing the beauty of the sunset?

1, Qiu Deng Wu Jiangjun Temple View

Year: Tang Author: Liu Changqing

The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness.

There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water.

The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest.

Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.

The dilapidated vegetation of the ancient terraces has withered, and the autumn colors have aroused my homesickness. In the wilderness, there are few pedestrians in the temple, and it is even deeper to see Yunfeng separated by water. The setting sun slowly sets against the old city, and the empty forest echoes the sound. The Southern Dynasties were full of melancholy, and only the Yangtze River has flowed from ancient times to the present.

2. Leyou Tomb

Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin

In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.

3. Wuyi Lane

Year: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

Some weeds are in full bloom by the Suzaku Bridge, and only the sunset hangs at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Xie 'an in Wang Dao have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

4. Early summer/scenery/sunny day

Year: Song Author: Zhu

Bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds sing at sunset every two days.

Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer.

Bamboo is swaying in the breeze, elegant tree shadows cover the quiet windows, and pairs of migratory birds are flying in the sunset, which is noisy. Begonia flowers have withered and catkins have fallen. The sleepy early summer has arrived, and the days are getting longer and longer.

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

Year: Ming Author: Yang Shen

The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.

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

Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.

The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.

I met an old friend and had a drink.

How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.

The Yangtze River flows eastward and never looks back. Many heroes disappear like flying waves. What is right and wrong, success and failure, are short-lived and not long-lasting. Only the green hills still exist and the sun still rises and sets. White-haired fishermen on the river have long been used to the changes of the four seasons.

It's rare to meet friends and have a good drink. Disturbances throughout the ages have become the material for drinking and chatting.

6. Poems about the beautiful sunset

1, send master Che Ling.

Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing

Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night.

The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.

In the green Chikurinji, profound bells ring in the evening. With my hat on my back, I went back to Qingshan alone and drifted away.

2. On the lake

Song: Xu

In the tree full of red flowers and the jubilant crowd, orioles are singing, the shore of the West Lake is covered with grass, and egrets are flying on the calm lake.

In warm and warm weather, people are in a good mood. Taking advantage of the afterglow of the sunset and accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, people paddle boats to enjoy themselves.

On the trees full of red flowers, the sound of jubilant warblers is constant, the green grass is lush on the shore of the West Lake, and flocks of egrets fly on the calm lake. The weather is warm and sunny, and people are in a good mood. Taking advantage of the afterglow of the sunset, people paddle boats and have fun with drums and flutes.

3. Rural residence

Song Dynasty: Zhang Shunmin

Running water surrounds the paddy field, and the fence is full of green bamboo; All the elm seeds have been lost, and the hibiscus flowers have become sparse.

As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road.

In the distance of the village, flowing water gurgles around the fields on the hillside. The small garden outside the house, surrounded by green bamboo and green water, is idyllic. Lotus is sparse, and a tree is rich in money. In the twilight, the old cow slowly returned. Niubei is not a cowherd playing piccolo, but a standing western Western jackdaw.

4. Homesickness outside the river

Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang

I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness.

Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.

I have been away for many years. Every spring, I feel sad alone in a foreign land, sitting under a tree and drinking. The oriole in that tree should also understand my homesickness. Seeing the sunset on the river bank is like tearing your heart into pieces of willow leaves.

5. Will Ding fight or not/Stay at the foot of Zen Master Ye for the night, waiting for my friend Ding, who is a homestay teacher.

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and the valley in Qian Shan was suddenly dark and quiet.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.

There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.

Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.

The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and all the valleys in Qian Shan suddenly became dark and silent. According to the moon, the pine forest feels cooler at night, and the sound of wind and spring is particularly clear. The woodcutter in the mountain has almost left, and the birds in the mist have just returned to their nests to rest. Ding Da promised to stay in the temple tonight and stand alone on the mountain road waiting for you.

6. Shuhe Pavilion Wall

Song Dynasty: Kou Zhun

The shore is wide and sparse, and the waves are slender. You can't just rely on the threshold of danger to think about how long it is.

The rustling trees are far from the forest, and the autumn mountains are half sunset.

There are only a few boats sailing on the wide Yellow River, and the waves are rolling before our eyes. I climbed the pavilion by the river alone, leaning against the railing, and my sadness flowed like a river. By the river, in the distance, in the bleak autumn wind, there is a sparse forest, with towering mountains behind it and half bathed in sunshine.

7. Mature grains

Song: Kong

The west wind, blowing across the plain, brings the fragrance of millet; In spring, splashing into the ditch, the threshing floor is a busy one.

Only it-the old cow who worked hard for a year, fallow on the hillside, chewing grass and bathing in the golden sunset.

The west wind blows across the plain, bringing the fragrance of corn; Sprinkle springs and fill ditches, and the threshing floor is busy Only it-after a hard year, the old cow lay leisurely on the hillside, chewing grass and bathing in the golden sunset.

8. inscriptions

Ming Dynasty: Shen Zhou

Clear water and red mountains reflect quinoa, and the sunset is still in the west of Xiaoqiao.

I can't tell the birds that started the stream, but they flew to the depths of the clouds to sing.

Green water, crimson mountains, leaning on old crutches, sunset, on the west side of the bridge. The old lady hummed and inadvertently woke up the brook bird, which flew into the depths of the clouds and sang.

9. Climb Taibai Peak

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Mount Taibai Peak in the west and climb the peak at sunset.

Venus greeted me and opened the customs for me.

I want to fly among the clouds in the breeze.

You can get close to the moon by raising your hand, and there seems to be no mountain obstacle to fly forward.

Once the martial arts of separation are gone, when can we return?

Climb Taibai Peak to the west and reach the peak at sunset. Taibai Star greeted me and wanted to open the sky for me. I want to fly away in the breeze and fly among the clouds. Raise your hand to get close to the moon, and there seems to be no obstacle to flying forward. Once I leave the martial arts, when can I return it?

10, early summer

Song: Zhu

Bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds sing at sunset every two days.

Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer.

Bamboo covered the quiet windows with elegant shadows in the breeze, and birds in pairs sang noisily in the sunset. In this early summer, when the begonia flowers withered and Liu was exhausted, I felt that the hot weather made people feel tired and the days began to get longer.