10 poem about dusk

1. 10 A poem about the sunset "Homesickness" [Song] Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see the distant home.

The Fisherman's Pride (Fan Zhongyan) is thousands of miles away, and the smoke is long.

"The first song of Zaqu Shuidiao" is the setting sun in Pingsha, and the stars are high and low in Gansu.

Bai Juyi's "Gao Ting, Yu Shengping's new residence in Heyuan, eight waiters and four quatrains" shows that the sunset is good, and a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.

Du Mu's "Two Occasional Topics in Qi 'an County" falls on the Xiaxi Bridge, and there is half a ray of light smoke in the willow shadow.

Li Bai's "Climbing the New Flat Building" is far away from the sun and the water is cool.

Du Fu's Sunset

The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream.

Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat.

Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard.

Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.

"To the Fortress" (Wang) The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

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

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

All the valleys are full of sounds, including the sounds in the evening. Several peaks are silent and the sun sets.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Pilgrims' hats carry the sunset, but the green hills are far away.

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people?

2. Urgently seeking poems about sunset and dusk, to see the sun, for all his glory for ten times, buried by the coming night.

Lonely smoke in the desert, the sun sets in the long river-Wang Wei, heartbroken people scattering water in the end of the world-Ma Zhiyuan, half river rustling and half river red-Bai Juyi drinks a new song and a glass of wine in the sand song "Yan Shu" in Huanxi. Last year, the weather got old. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. How many spring and autumn sounds have been lost when Yang Guan said goodbye to Jun with tears? Looking at Jun Jun all day, I can only see the sunset.

Send Che Ling to Liu Changqing, and from the temple, deep in its tender bamboo, there comes the deep sound of the evening bell. Li He took the sunset, and Qingshan went home alone.

The river beam is worth the rain. In history, there were Yan Yu, Shangguan Shiliang and LAM Raymond, and the sunset was sad. The title of the Green Wave Pavilion is Chen Yuan's eternal hatred of the sunset, and he will pay a short pavilion. The people who boarded Xiasong Ferry in Langshan, Tongzhou, were thin and dark, afraid of the sunset. You will like bamboo new with rain, Qian Qi, a message from my research at the mouth of the valley to review Yang, and the mountains are gentle in the sunset. It was a sunny day, and on the Xu Lake, several boats came back with flutes and drums in the sunset. For the love of the sunset, the land tour in Dongcun wants to return Xiaoli. The sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane and the wild flowers beside Zhuque Bridge by Liu Yuxi are oblique. In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

3. 10 Ancient poems about sunset. Spring resentment screen gradually dusk, no tears in the golden house.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. Starting from the army, you can go to the bonfire building at 0/00 feet west of the city/KLOC-and sit alone in the evening sea breeze.

Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li. On behalf of one of the two songs, I want to rest upstairs at dusk, and the jade ladder seems to hook the moon.

Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze. With the twilight shadow in my heart, I drove forward in the tomb of Leyuan Scenic Area; Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Xiao Mei's fragrance in the mountain garden shook off her own beauty and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.

The operator broke the bridge outside the post and was lonely. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.

There are thousands of flowers hanging outside the Butterfly Love Flower Building. If you want to be young, you should stay in spring and go there. You are floating catkins in front of the wind and follow the spring to see where you go.

Green mountains and green waters smell of Du Yu, so heartless, Mo Ye miserable. Let alone send wine in spring, it rains at dusk.

On the night of January last year, the flower market was 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.

4. 10 Ancient poems about sunset.

The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.

join the army

The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.

Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.

Give one of two songs on behalf of others.

Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.

Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.

Leyouyuan scenic spot

With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of my friends;

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Yamagata Xiaomei

All the fragrant people shook off their brilliance and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.

Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.

Bu operator

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.

Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.

A butterfly in love with flowers

There are weeping willows outside the building,

Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go.

Wandering catkins in the wind,

Follow the spring and see where to go.

Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu,

He is heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable.

Send wine to Chunchun Silence,

It rained at dusk.

Give birth to a son Yuanxi

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.

I am eager for poems about sunset and dusk. At dusk, the crescent moon has given birth to birds, and the sunset is farther west.

(Zhang Songlei's "And Zhou Bangyan") No one lies on the back of an ox at sunset, bringing back western Western jackdaw in pairs. (Song Shunmin's "Village Residence") The old cow plows the land with rough debts, and the grass bites the slope and lies in the sunset.

(Song Kong Zhong Ping's "Sleeping Book") Outside the sunset, the western Western jackdaw counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. (Guan "Man") Birds are singing in the valley trees, and the mountains are shadowing the twilight village.

(Zi Kai's Hu Shan Jutu) In the shop after the rain, the mangroves in the distant village fell in the sunset. (Green Tea Shen Xing's "Chi He Tie") A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset.

(Qing Duanmu Guohu's "Sailing in Shawan") The waterfall drags thousands of rains, and the sunset puts a peak first. (Lin Qingzexu's "Eyes") Success or failure turns empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.

(Shen Linjiang Xian) The mountains reflect the water in the sunset, the grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sunset. (Song Fan Zhongyan, "Su Curtain Covering") The sound of the mountains is exhausted, and the peaks are speechless. (Wang Song Yucheng's "Country Trip") There is no hate in the sunset, and the talented people and beautiful women are empty and sad.

(Song Chaobuzhi's "Partridge Sky") It rains only when the sky is faint and red, and several soft willows are mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.

(Qing Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha") At dusk, in front of Bai Juyi's independent Buddhist temple in the Tang Dynasty, trees and cicadas were everywhere. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.

Spring village Tang Bai Juyi February village garden warm, mulberry Dai Shengfei. 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.

Looking back at Baijuyi River in Jiangzhou in the Tang Dynasty, I can see the double flower table and know that it is 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.

Wei Zihua Tang Bai Juyi's four views on paper quietness, bell and drum tower engraved with long gaps. Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang.

Last month, the evening tide of Baorong in Tang Dynasty set in Nansha Ming, and the moonlight in autumn covered with sand and snow. Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty.

Sitting alone in Tang Du Fu's sorrow, returning, and 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.

In the Tang Dynasty, it was dusk in the north of Du Fu Chu Palace, and raindrops were printed 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.

There are many song and dance performances in Tang Yan Tumu Painting Gallery, but people who go to the club don't watch them. The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk.

The crow Tang Du Mu disturbed and rummaged, and the cold smoke rose 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.

There are still many remnants of snow in the Han nest of the Tang Dynasty, and the fragrance is still endless. At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and it is clear and rainy, and it is 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 sang to the East.

Wuqiqu Tang Baima chased Zhu Che, 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. Li Shangyin, in the Tang Dynasty of Leyou Mausoleum, had the shadow of twilight in his heart, and I drove forward in Leyou Mausoleum.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

6. Poem about dusk 1, "If the eyes are charming, the apricot blossoms upstairs are cold"-Song: Ruan Yue

The apricot blossoms upstairs are cold at dusk. XieYue xiaozhu quick laugh.

A Shuang Yanzi, two lines of geese, painted with a broken horn.

People by the window are in the east wind, crying at the spring.

It should also be as old as before, full of autumn waters and faint spring mountains.

Interpretation: At dusk, I climbed up the building and took a look. See apricot flowers in the slight cold, and a bright moon reflects the railing of the small building. As soon as Shuang Yanzi came back, two lines of geese flew north, and the horn sounded intermittently in the distance. In front of the gorgeous window, a beautiful woman stood in the spring breeze, silent and carefree. It should be as clear as autumn water and as beautiful as spring mountain.

2, "Like a Dream, Slender Moon and Evening 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.

Interpretation: In the courtyard at dusk, the slender moon hangs in the sky, and their love stories are endless, and their drunkenness is gradually 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?

3. Leyou Scenic Area/Leyou Mausoleum-Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin.

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

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Interpretation: I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.

4. "Young beauty listens to the corner of the city at dusk"-Qing: 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.

At dusk, I heard the sound of horns coming from the city head. I sat up reluctantly, feeling uncomfortable. 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.

5, "Qing Ping Le Yu Qing Yan Ye"-Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi

Rain is fine and smoke is late. The green water and the new pool are full. Shuang Yan went to the weeping willow courtyard, and the small pavilion painted curtains with high volumes.

Zhu Lan alone at dusk. The southwest crescent is arched. Falling flowers blow with the wind, and Luo Yi is particularly cold in spring.

After the rain in Chuqing, light smoke filled the dusk, and green spring water filled the new pool. Shuangyanfei returned to the courtyard where the willows hung low, and the curtains in the attic were rolled up high. At dusk, leaning on bamboo pillars alone, there is a crescent moon in the southwest sky. The fallen flowers on the steps danced with the wind, and Luo Yi was particularly cold.

7. Poems describing dusk, such as Wang Bo's Song of Picking Lotus, are full of thoughts and feelings, such as "I haven't returned my husband beyond the Great Wall, and it's dusk to pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River" and "* * * asks how heavy the objective mountain road is".

Wu Rong, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Golden Bridge Feelings": "The sunset is red in the pavilion, and the sadness is filled with smoke". The pavilion was originally a farewell place. At sunset, the pavilion was really sad to the extreme and was urged. At this time, how can this scene not be touching?

Li Qiao's "Advocating Women's Travel" has "bitter rain every night, frequent levy every year. The sun often sets in Shanxi, and there is no spring in the north for a long time. The wind and frost are biting, the signs are frequent, and there is no spring in the sunset, which sets off the sadness of thinking about women.

Jin Shengtan concluded in the fourth volume of Du Shi Jie that whenever the word "sorrow" is used in Tang poetry, the word "dusk" must be used. Autumn is the dusk of the year, and autumn of the day is used as a sad word.

At dusk, the frontier poets in the Tang Dynasty were wild and uninhibited, and their lofty aspirations for making contributions naturally emerged. At the same time, it is mixed with anxiety and dusk anxiety. Individual life is short, and what is really far away is the process of achieving immortal achievements. For example, in Wang Changling's "Joining the Army": "The desert is dusty, and the red flag is half rolled out of Yuanmen.

The night before, he challenged Taohe River in Hebei, but he was captured alive. "After the victory, I was full of pride and showed my ambition to serve the country and make contributions.

The famous Snow Song to Send Wu Home: "Until dusk, the snow covered our tent, and our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind." There is also the sentence "If the spring breeze comes and the night comes, the petals of ten thousand pear trees will be blown open", and there are many flowers in the bleak cold, which shows the poet's heroic optimism and positive spirit; There is also Wang Wei's "The Great Wall": "Hunting Tianjiao lives outside the court, and white grass burns wild.

At dusk, the clouds ride in the sky, and the autumn plain is good for shooting sculptures. "Every word means that Wailu is arrogant, and it is a crisp sky in the evening and autumn. When it is fleeting, the bow and horse are brisk, showing the pride of killing the enemy.

The twilight poems in the frontier poems of Tang Dynasty also describe the desolation, badness, depression and tragic war of the frontier fortress, and show the suffering of the frontier fortress and the sadness of the army. Gao Shi said in "Breaking Nine Songs" with Li Huiyou and He Ye: "Ghosts cry yellow dust, and the dusk is sad, and the day is faint.

"A sad sad frontier fortress scene; In Xing, compared with the joy of beautiful girls who are still in the camp singing and dancing for them, the depression of "the desert flies in autumn, and the lonely wall sets the sun" is more prominent. Geng Xu's "Song of the Frontier": "The red sun on the frontier has passed, and there is sadness upstairs. "The sad scene of the rainbow at sunset and the horn wrote the sadness of frontier fortress soldiers", which also reflected the brand left by the change of national situation in frontier fortress poetry. "

8. Poems about dusk:

Heartbroken in spring

The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. Liu Yuxi, Leyuan Scenic Area, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I drove through the graves of Leyuan.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. Qian Qi's visit to Li Qing failed.

Draw halberds, Zhu Louying the sunset glow, Gao Wuhan, Liu Du flying crow. There is no return to the porch in front of the door, and the city is worried about watching the sunset.

Chen hui ri Yan Gao restaurant

Son Shen likes to play with friends. People are Pingyang guests, and the land is Shi Chong's home. Hydrology produces old pu, and the wind is full of new flowers. Riding at dusk, the sunset shines on Changchuan.

Liu Yuxi's autumn night is new and sunny. For example, in jathyapple, it is pleasant during the day and rainy at night, and the night scene is very clear. The moon is faint with clouds and thin scales. The voice of Chiba, Lin Qiu. Looking at each other step by step, there are many good feelings.

Bai Juyi received it as a gift from the Seventh Hospital of Xia Zi, and answered it with poetry, so the heart was solemn and one end was fragrant purple. On the opening day, the sunset glow is reflected, and the wind is full of autumn waters. In order to cut pity leaves for the mattress, making fur will cherish flowers. It's better to sew a silk quilt and miss you like a gentleman.

Zhao Yanduan Huanxisha Garden is greener after the rain. The sunset glow is brilliant and the clouds are heavy, and they meet on the east side of the bridge. I didn't add green temples to my sleep, so my sweat melted slightly and my makeup turned red. No amount of worry is true.

9. The poem about dusk, or "A dragonfly flies into dusk", reminds me of the thickness of a pair of transparent wings when an insect crawls to the night. At that time, I was sitting at home thinking about you. Have you ever seen a black sap broken by a dragonfly at dusk and slowly flowing out at dusk, and I came slowly from an empty day? Suddenly, I thought the dragonfly suddenly fell in love with the broken dusk, and suddenly fell in love with the night that still smelled of fresh paint. It seems that the windmill that suddenly appeared was conquered by the beautiful Netherlands. The orange sunset on the back of I saw a man walking at dusk is getting darker and darker. The blue of the sky is becoming less and less like the ocean, and this man, walking on the edge of the ocean, can't see the sea, or even the high water tower by the sea. He couldn't smell the moist atmosphere of the ocean, nor did he have a decent seabird, which swooped down out of control with the ambiguous colors of the evening. Not even an indecent seabird appeared in time. In fact, everything related to the ocean does not appear early or late, but this does not hinder a person. Walking on a dirt road far away from the ocean, there is a blue sea in my heart, and at the same time, I gently send dusk into the long darkness before dawn. Several apple trees are scattered on the lawn at dusk, and more people step on the path. At dusk, I walked up and down on it, looking at my apple tree and the grass on the ground. Dark green and light green looked at me, and the bare black soil looked at me seriously. They looked at me, from fresh dusk to old dusk, and every moment was so suitable for my silence and willfulness. I was silent. I deliberately tore my silent heart to pieces. "I finally wrote it at dusk." I walked into every building, every pedestrian, every car and every river in the dusk. At that time, I just had my own joy. I just want to describe this beautiful evening with my own joy. I fell into the mood of dusk and even appeared yellow. I tried to close the window of dusk, but a naughty dragonfly suddenly attacked this morbid dusk, and its appearance replaced my overture to dusk. Gently bypass a low-lying pond and stop on an inclined residual load. Silent dusk doesn't speak at dusk. It puts the remains of its own language in the color specimens one by one outside the window. Ants try to spit out more mucus and stick the distant blue sky and the earth firmly together. I dare not blame the behavior of ants. I dare not even criticize the acidity of mucus. I watched helplessly as dusk scattered in every kind or unkind corner and finally disappeared into the gap between heaven and earth. Autumn dusk is finally mature, and its full desire is suitable for a lonely woman like me to meet it with tired arms, but it comes a little quickly. Just after drying the canvas during the day, a good rain hit my desire. The sound of the taillights was crisp, and the rest of the pedestrians were intercepted and extinguished in the wreckage of the headlights. It seems that at the appointed time, a pair of lovers, arm in arm, returned to their home with a strong fragrance. Sitting in the dusk thinking of you, you are not in front of me, but this does not prevent me from sitting in the dusk thinking of you. You are swaying like a windmill in front of me, constantly creating a small wind to blow me eastward. Blow me to the west and I won't see you for a while, but that doesn't prevent me from thinking that you are also in the dusk, from a bright day to a funny dusk. Every moment is suitable for you to be remembered by me tenderly, but I can't let it go anymore. It's completely different from a greasy fish that I intercepted, but suddenly broke free. A dusk is lonely. Evening stands alone in the street like a child. People who cry so hard come and go, but they turn a blind eye. They cry more at dusk. However, human hearing and vision are also lost. No one noticed that the child in yellow had cried her eyes out. The child suddenly thought of a prairie, a mountain, a river, a tree, a small grape and a red begonia. They are all his companions. But now his sadness has not attracted the attention of any of them, so he is getting more and more sad. At dusk, his tears woke up his mother. She opened her black cloak and held the child crying in her arms. Dusk is so lonely. She wants a partner, but she can't stand the noise during the day and the practical joke of blackening everything at night. She saw a grasshopper. In autumn, when she was mating in a rice field, she saw a squirrel bringing winter food into a tree hole. She saw a little girl flying a kite that she didn't like. She only likes her own kind. She invited last night and tomorrow night, but she didn't like the yellow dress she wore last night. She wants to wear a red skirt tomorrow night, and herself, with a faint powder on her face, is playing hand in hand with three sisters in plaid shirts in the depths of the evening before nightfall. Twilight is a Silly Child. She fantasizes about rainbows and sends her a card. It hasn't rained for several days, but she still fantasizes that such rainbows appear in the sky in time, and then she is moored in the fantasy rain like a boat, thinking about the past of going to sea and imagining how strong and weak she is. Ruthlessly devoured the shark-like day when it was weak, swept away by the claws of the night, and quietly dropped a drop of yellow tears. I didn't have time to gather up my long hair blown by the wind. Dusk is a balloon. Dusk is like a balloon. After relaxing during the day and night, I put on some dry things and expand them to cover the day and night without any gap, but in general, the imagination of dusk is always obvious. After it was accepted by itself, it first melted and then expanded again. After that, I started the latest joy waiting for "Twilight is a Tree" without even a trace. At dusk, a stout tree was planted on this fertile soil during the day. What a wonderful land! There are even several footprints of earthworms in the sunlight-exposed soil. This big tree sends out delicate new buds and grows strong roots. Then, through the nutrition of this vast land during the day,