Poetry about prosperity at night

1. What poems describe "the bustling night scene"? Drive Zheng Shangshu out of the South China Sea?

Year: Tang author:

Wang Cheng was not in a hurry to accept a new life in a distant town. The class is fighting for the road, and the gift comes at the right time.

Teeth are on display from the city, and military symbols are open to the government. It was a noisy night market, a sea-colored tide-soaking platform.

Draw a corner of the sky and the moon, plum blossoms on the cold mountain. * * * Knowing that the public has high expectations, most of them come back every other year.

Send someone to visit Wu.

Year: Tang Author: Du Xunhe

When you go to Suzhou, you will see that all the houses there are built by the river.

Ancient palaces had little idle land and many small bridges in water lanes.

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.

Bo Qinhuai

Year: Tang Author: Du Mu

Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.

Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

Stay in Yangzhou

Year: Tang author:

Crossing the river in the evening, the tide flows over the autumn leaves in Jinling. Hey, Sai Hong passed through Chuze,

See Yangzhou among the pale crimson trees. The night bridge is lit with stars, and the water Qiang is close to the bullfight.

Today, the custom of the street has changed, so there is no need to ask about the lost building.

Look at the night view of Yangzhou

Year: Tang Author: Wang Jian

The night market is full of lights, and there are many people drinking tea in high buildings.

Today's wanderers are different from usual, and their singing skills are perfect.

2. The sentence describing the bustling night scene of the city is bright starry sky. Everyone says that the starry sky at night is beautiful, and the stars twinkle in the universe, just like blinking, so cute.

What a wonderful thing it would be if a big round golden moon hung in the sky. Everything I say will always be understood.

I remember one night, while listening to Jay Chou's "Nocturne" with an MP3 player, I walked out of the balcony and looked at the beautiful night sky. The night was so beautiful that people were full of praise. I look at the beautiful night sky first, and then at the night view of the city. It is so beautiful that no one can stop it! In the universe, there are countless stars and planets shining in the light of the sun. When people see them, they think they are the light of the stars themselves, but they are actually the light of the sun. However, people still think they are beautiful.

I look at the golden moon and the twinkling stars in the universe, and I have a feeling that it is very beautiful. Every time I look at the stars, I want to reach out and pick one, and I want to catch one. I won't let the moon go, put it down and eat it in one bite. I am greedy when I think about it, so I wipe my mouth first.

In my mind, the stars and the moon are like angels, because I often make wishes to the stars and ask them to help me realize my wishes. Although the stars have never helped me realize my wish, I still regard the stars and the moon as angels.

They are so beautiful. The bright starry sky is so beautiful that all people are fascinated by it. Who told them they were so beautiful that others liked them?

Bright stars are always beautiful. Looking at the starry sky, the stars shine and the breeze blows gently.

Taking the sky as a curtain and the ground as a seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the refreshing summer night, listening to a pool of frogs and looking at the starry night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in black, which extends all the way to the distance.

My eyes really want to penetrate this shady layer, and I really want to see what the end of the day is. The sky is too vast, which makes me feel deeply small; The boundless universe makes me sigh that life is short.

"fleeting", I seem to understand the helplessness of the ancients. Look at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs are still singing.

Looking at the stars all over the sky, my heart moved. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and shed their brilliance on the earth, whether they are famous stars or nameless stars. Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Since the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are many people like immortal stars in the sky, and their spirit and great achievements have been passed down to this day, and will even be passed down forever? The star blinked as if to confirm the correctness of my answer.

One after another, frogs, drums and insects seem to congratulate my heart on being suddenly enlightened. Grandparents and dads, like this nominal star, are pursuing, exploring and struggling in hardships, no matter how hot they are, there is how bright.

Indeed, life is limited, and individuals are small, but I want the stream of my life to flow into the long river of history, never stop and shine forever. Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still shining, and frogs and insects in the field are playing beautiful music. On a black swan-like night, the fifteenth moon is like a jade plate full of gold. At dawn, the pale green sky is dotted with several stars. The stars are bright and the wind is gentle.

Taking the sky as a curtain and the ground as a seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the refreshing summer night, listening to a pool of frogs and looking at the starry night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in black, which extends all the way to the distance.

My eyes really want to penetrate this shady layer, and I really want to see what the end of the day is. The sky is too vast, which makes me feel deeply small; The boundless universe makes me sigh that life is short.

"fleeting", I seem to understand the helplessness of the ancients. Look at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs are still singing.

Looking at the stars all over the sky, my heart moved. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and shed their brilliance on the earth, whether they are famous stars or nameless stars. Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Since the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are many people like immortal stars in the sky, and their spirit and great achievements have been passed down to this day, and will even be passed down forever? The star blinked as if to confirm the correctness of my answer.

One after another, frogs, drums and insects seem to congratulate my heart on being suddenly enlightened. Grandparents and dads, like this nominal star, are pursuing, exploring and struggling in hardships, no matter how hot they are, there is how bright.

Indeed, life is limited, and individuals are small, but I want the stream of my life to flow into the long river of history, never stop and shine forever. Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs and insects in the field are playing beautiful music.

There are few stars in the moon, because the brightness of the moon will cover the inconspicuous starlight nearby, so there has been an idiom "there are few stars in the moon" since ancient times. So in this description, the beauty of the stars and the moon is beautiful, but it is not realistic.

The tired moon is resting in the clouds, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty. At night, the evening breeze gently blows the curtains, and the bright moon in the starry sky is dazzling, and seemingly small stars are also embedded beside it. On such a night, you can temporarily forget those sad and troublesome things, and enjoy the night sky quietly while sipping fragrant tea or coffee. The most important thing for a person to live in this world is to be chic, open and happy.

But if a person really wants to do this, it is really not easy. In the face of complex interpersonal relationships in society, sometimes difficult things, and some jealous people plotting against themselves behind their backs, it is really necessary to be cautious at every step. To play online games, we must bravely face those unknown dangers.

There are many good people in the world, but there are also many bad people. Under such circumstances, it is inevitable that family members often tell themselves to be more careful outside.

3. What poems describe the bustling night market?

Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang

Dry kunkong, years go to the church;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;

There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.

Six night poems at the end of Yuan Dynasty, the first part.

Tang Dynasty: Cui Ye

There's no hurry, the iron lock is fully open.

Who can do nothing on the moon? Where can I smell the light?

Light on the fifteenth night of the first month.

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu

Thousands of doors are locked and brightly lit. In the middle of January, it moved to Beijing.

Three hundred wives danced in sleeves and wrote the sky in an instant.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month

Tang Dynasty: Su Weidao

Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens.

The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.

The singer in the moonlight, dressed in makeup, sang Plum Blossom.

The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.

Watch the lights for fifteen nights

Tang Dynasty: Lu

Jin Li Xiang Yan, the early years of Lan.

The color is far, and the light is far.

After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon.

Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.

4. Describe the prosperous poems. Prosperous poetry

1 A bright moon hangs high in the capital, and ten thousand hammers hit the ground.

The incense array pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers.

On March 3rd, the air was fresh, and many beautiful women were walking along the Chang 'an River.

You can tell it's Chang 'an Road when you hear songs and voices.

5,000 families are like a chess game, and 12 Street is like a vegetable garden.

The nine doors of heaven reveal the palace and its courtyard, and the coats of many countries bow to the pearl crown.

7 Weihe River receives yellow rain, and there are new things everywhere. The palace is surrounded by mountains, and the clouds and forests are sky blue.

8 wind dance Sophora japonica falls into the imperial ditch, and Nanshan enters the autumn.

9 Chang 'an Street is more narrow and evil, with seven fragrant cars (Lu's "Chang 'an Ancient Meaning")

10 Chang' an seems to be rejuvenated after the snow, and the accumulation of elements condenses flowers, and even Shu Hui (Cen Can's "Wang Xueshi, the ancestor, will be in the early morning")

1 1 Selling wine is a secret place, which used to be 100 feet high (Wei's Wine Shop).

12 Chang 'an Jiucheng Road, Qili Wuhoujia (Chang 'an Road of Huangfuran)

13 There are piles of embroidery in Chang 'an, and thousands of doors are opened at the top of the mountain (one of Du Mu's Three Poems of Crossing the Qing Palace)

The sentence describing the bustling streets at night is much more beautiful in Shanghai at night, just like a modern beauty with heavy makeup and dazzling fashion.

All kinds of shining neon lights make the whole city colorful and radiant. Those high-end hotels are brightly lit. Someone must push a cup for a change in order not to get drunk.

The glass curtain walls of those office buildings have become huge display screens, switching between different advertising pictures and slogans. The shadow of the light reflected into the Huangpu River is a confusing effect-the river, are you also intoxicated in this colorful city? I don't think so.

You must be just smiling. However, this gorgeous light makes me dizzy.

Looking up, I found that there were no stars in the sky. Yes, it's just dark. There are no stars.

I can't help feeling a little sad. In the future, I must not stay in such a city. If there are no stars in the sky, I will lose those beautiful legends under the starry sky and the mysterious reverie at night.

Perhaps this is the side effect of the city-it shattered people's dreams. A city without dreams is realistic, and a city that is too realistic makes people lonely.

I can't see through this city. Too beautiful, too prosperous, too much camouflage. I don't know if anyone is lonely in the bustling city like me.