Poetry about sunrise in the morning

1. A poem describing watching the sunrise in the morning is 1. Frozen clouds cover the mountains, and the snow is shining. Broken into thousands of pieces, half inclined to the wind. No makeup, no trees, no flowers. I am ashamed of the sunset, and I thank Chen Xia for breaking the color. -"Looking at the Snow" Don: Li Shimin

2. Wanghai Tower sparkles in the twilight, and the berm is covered with white sand. That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun. Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears. Who opens the southwest road of Lake Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist. -"Hangzhou Spring Hope" Tang: Bai Juyi

I have been driving a seven-fragrant car, and I am waiting for Xiao Xia. The wind is light and loud, and the day is thin and not spent. Sweet and tender, fragrant and far away, high jade sends a shadow obliquely. Chengdu has passed Booth and Zeng Xianling tea. -"Ren Shen Qixi" Tang: Li Shangyin

4, spring night, spring hate to cut, spend outside the month. People can't see, dreams are hard to follow, and the red yarn is slightly lighter. Partial hatred, it is Fang Jie, there are thousands of cloves in Qian Qian in the court. The night fog dispersed, the morning glow, Shuang Yan between the beams. -"More Leaky Spring Night" Tang: Mao Wenxi

5, the wind hits the waves, revealing zero autumn sleep, breaking the green and declining Red River. Wear bright makeup and eat ice cream. Don't make waves in the green pool. It rained for several hours at sunset, and the dust marks were cold. Universal. Refers to Tingzhou, Suyun flies, musk deer washes, and Yujing Xiao Xia rings. An inch of lotus root breaks silk, smiling at He Lang, and my heart swings like a spring. It's half cold, listening to cicada and ling's singing. With Yuanyang Qiu Meng, the wine awakens the bright moon and shines obliquely on the registered permanent residence. -Song of "Fa Qu Xian Yin Autumn Night Red and White Lotus": Wu Wenying

More rainy spring nights

Don: Mao Wenxi

Spring is midnight. Spring hates cutting and flowers are spent outside the moon. People can't see, dreams are hard to follow, and the red yarn is slightly lighter.

Partial hatred, it is Fang Jie, there are thousands of cloves in Qian Qian in the court. The night fog dispersed, the morning glow, Shuang Yan between the beams.

Translation:

The spring night is quiet, and the thoughts of spring are endless. The cuckoo's cry outside the flower seems to keep the waning moon in the west. Acacia people disappear, and acacia dreams are hard to come true. My lonely heart is like a remnant lamp with a red veil.

What I hate most is that at this time, in the spring season, the lilacs under the stage are flourishing and seem to be United. The night fog is drifting away, the morning glow is shining on the horizon, and a pair of spring swallows are flying between the beams.

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Original publisher: Chulenovo 2007

This ancient poem describing the sunrise eulogized the first day of the Song Dynasty, when the sun was shining in Zhao Kuangyin and a raging fire broke out in Qian Shan. In an instant, the sky fell, driving away the stars and the waning moon. Recalling the Tang dynasty, Bai Juyi was in the south of the Yangtze River. At sunrise, red flowers win the fire, and the riverside is as green as blue. Why don't you remember Jiangnan? Zhang Tang Bing is a border guard soldier in Taiwan Province. When he came back, he realized that he was alone in Taiwan Province. During the day, the ground comes out and the Yellow River comes from the outside. The sand is like waves, and the wind is suspicious. If you want to pass the Tao to Yin, you won't open Yin. About Mount Tai-Zhang Dai is full of benevolence and dare to view mountains and rivers? Yangming has no holes and no valleys, and it reaches the peaks and valleys. Bull is forty miles, crab is eighteen miles. Sit in danger and shoot bamboo shoots, knowing fear but not knowing happiness. What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. God of Nature Edition Show, what else? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk ... colorful clouds lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ... once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky. At the beginning of Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin was sunny and Qian Shan was on fire. In an instant, the sky fell, driving away the stars and the waning moon. Recalling the Tang Dynasty Jiangnan Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good. The scenery was once familiar with the sunrise, and the river in spring was as green as blue. Why don't you remember Jiangnan? Zhang Tang Bing, the border guard in Taiwan Province, returned to China in the spring, and the only power was in Taiwan Province. During the day, the ground comes out and the Yellow River comes from the outside. The sand is like waves, and the wind is suspicious. If you want to go to Yin Guan, Yin won't open.

3. About the poem 1 in the morning, in the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. (Tang Changjian, the Buddhist temple after the broken mountain temple)

2. Looking at the clear sky in the morning, the bamboo mountains are bright.

3. Start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. (Shang Shan Zao Xing Tang Wen Ting Jun)

4. In the morning, when you step into Beilin, Xiaosan will open her eyes. Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. (Zhang Jiuling is at the county seat in the morning)

5. Tie up the boat and float on Yushan Mountain, and it will be a must in the morning. The river is wide when the sun breaks water. Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates. Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends. The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but he sang about the autumn moon. When Luo floated, the night did not stop. (Golden Mountain Sunrise and Land Tour)

4. Ancient poems describe the sun at noon in the morning, which looks very clear in the morning and the bamboo mountain is also very clear.

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. (Shang Shan Zao Xing Tang Wen Ting Jun)

Tie up the boat and float to Yushan. It is a wonder in the morning. The river is wide when the sun breaks water. Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates. Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends. The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but he sang about the autumn moon. When Luo floated, the night did not stop. (Golden Mountain Sunrise and Land Tour)

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.

The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.

The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.

The setting sun swims around the five lakes, and smoke and waves are everywhere. Who wants to ask the East?

There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.

When the sun rises, the river flowers will win the fire, and when the spring comes, the river will be blue (Tang Juyi)

5. Are there any poems about sunrise or morning? Good words: sun rises, sun shines, sun shines, sun sets, sun sets, sun burns, sun burns, sun shines, sun sets, sun shines, sun burns. Golden wheel, golden sun, sunset, dazzling sun, blazing sun and cool sun, rising sun, setting sun, blazing light, glowing fireball, golden yellow, red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red ochre, red sun, bright red sun, rising sun, thin red sun, bright red sun. The first sunrise, sunrise, sunrise, sunrise near the window, sunrise will rise in the sky, sunrise will rise at dawn, sunrise will shine brilliantly, sunrise will rise, sunrise will rise, the sky will be full of red clouds, the sea will be full of golden waves, and the red sun will burst into dazzling golden light like a melting pot of boiling molten steel.

In the morning, the sun is like a new wife who just went out, showing half her face shyly. The sun went down, and its exceptionally bright light came out from the treetops, dyeing white clouds and green hills red.

Slowly, the sun shone through the clouds, revealing a face that had already swelled red, like a shy little girl looking at the earth. Brilliant sunshine permeates through the gaps between leaves, through the fog in the morning, and continuously spreads all over the campus.

The sun is lower and red as blood. On the surface of the water, a striking broad light wave extends from the edge of the ocean to the side of the ship. The sky was dyed blood red by the sunset, pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the whole river turned purple, and the horizon seemed to light a fire.

In spring, the sunshine is warm, and a warm hand is extended, which makes people feel comfortable all over. The spring breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance all over the lake.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame when the oil boiled. I dare not look up at the sun, but I feel dazzling everywhere. The air, the roof and the ground are all white and bright, with a little red in white. From top to bottom, it looks like a huge fire mirror, each of which is the focus of the fire mirror, as if everything were going to burn.

It's late autumn, and the sun is lazily hanging in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face taking a nap. The sunshine in late autumn is like the orange lampshade on the quilt, which gives off soft light and shines on the body and face, which is warm.

As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden.

The sun in winter is as pale as the moon. The sun was entangled in thin clouds and gave off a faint dazzling white light.

The sun works hard all year round, and when it is busy in winter, it is exhausted and can hardly release heat. Warm sunshine, through the dense leaves, fell and became golden dots.

The towering mountains in the distance, covered with golden coats in the sun, are particularly beautiful. Sunlight was filtered by layers of leaves and leaked to him, turning into a faint, round and gently swaying halo.

It was already eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunshine drew circles of gold and silver on the leaves. Sunlight shines on the white earth through weak clouds, reflecting silver light and dazzling.

The golden sunshine poured down and poured into the blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea surface somewhat colorful. When the bright red sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog spreads like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sun.

The sunlight penetrating through the clouds is like a golden thread, criss-crossing, splicing light gray and blue gray clouds into beautiful patterns. The sun has just risen to the top of the mountain, covered by the bright red morning glow, and the sun shines through the cracks in the clouds, like countless dragons spouting golden waterfalls.

Golden sunlight shone through the cracks and sprinkled on the grass growing on the brown land. The sky is as blue as washing, and the bright sunshine shoots down from the dense gaps of pine needles, forming a thick beam of light, which casts a veil-like mist on the tree-lined trees.

The smiling face of the sun is red, which makes the hazy campus suddenly enlightened. The mountains above the clouds float like islands.

The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth. The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.

The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable. The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.

Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night. The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.

The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold. The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square.

At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting. It is strange to stand here for a long time. The mountains have completely changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen from the plains or mid-levels. They become very layered, messy, majestic and strange.

Look up, the mountain is the sky, and the sky is also the mountain. It seems that your nose can touch the mountain at any time. I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks.

A closer look shows that the giant peak is like the Monkey King holding a golden hoop, and those small peaks are like monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is taking his children to kill the worse.

Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron and solemn. The red sun rises and the peaks are deep blue.

Then, the mist appeared, and the milky white yarn separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peaks, which really looked like a refreshing landscape painting. After a while, the fog cleared again, and the bare rock wall and steep rock wall were dyed deep red by the sun's light and gradually turned into bronze, which was particularly magnificent against the background of green trees and fields.

Mountain after mountain, you can't see a village. Look at that.

6. What are the poems about "The sun rises in the morning"? 1. In the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. Chang Jian < Buddhist retreat behind Poshan Temple >

2. lament that the west window is too short and the sun shines at first. Huang Tingjian &; lt； Window period >

The sun shines obliquely on the platform, and the mangroves are in bloom. Zhang Hu < Two Ji Ling tables >

4. At the southeast corner of sunrise, take a look at Qinshi Mansion. & amplt； Han Yuefu Shang Mo Sang >

1. On a warm spring day, the breeze blows gently, and the curtain of the pavilion is covered with poles.

2. The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

4. The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.

5. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

6. The sunset swims around the five lakes, and the smoke waves are everywhere. Who wants to ask the East?

7. A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart.

8 ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

9. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen (Don Wang Wei)

10. The mountains cover the white sun, and the oceans drain the golden rivers, but you can broaden your horizons by walking up a flight of stairs for 300 miles (Don Wang Zhihuan)

1 1. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, and the road is sunny (Tang Yuxi)

12. Far away, don't worry about the sunset, look at the river at the end of the year (Yanwu in Ming Dynasty)

13. Qian Shan mangroves are full of mountains and clouds, and wine looks at the sun again (Tang Wei Zhuang)

14. Within a thousand miles, Chengguan is in a long haze (Song Fan Zhongyan)

15. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home when you look at the end of the world (Song Ligou)

16. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue (Tang Juyi)

7. Beautiful sentences describing sunrise in the morning 1

1, in a short time, the sun finally came out! I saw Grandpa Sun playing hide-and-seek with us. It came out slowly, stopped and began to climb out of the mountain like a semi-red moon cake. Gradually, Grandpa Sun's face looks like a big red apple. It's red and beautiful. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Grandpa Sun no longer hides, revealing a whole smiling face.

Most of the sun's face has changed, and it gradually converges its light, like a red lantern with a soft flame, and like a naughty child, jumping willfully on this huge bed. I was too surprised to blink for fear that the red lantern would be taken away by a giant hand in the blink of an eye. I was admiring it with my eyes wide open when suddenly the sun trembled twice, as if it were stretching, and then like a light.

Sunglow gradually spread to this side, and the sky overhead was faded by soft red. It's getting brighter and brighter. The profusion of the horizon is decorated with a layer of brilliant golden yellow, which lights up from the reddest and thickest place of the original morning glow, and several places are particularly bright. In a short moment, the original red and blue main colors were pushed aside. The sky in the distance, a little bit, a touch, a layer, is full of golden clouds, sparsely covered with half of the blue-no, it's still gray-blue sky.

I saw a pink cloud where the East China Sea is connected with the sky. Then, a small bright spot appeared. Gradually, gradually, the light spot became brighter and brighter, and it became a small red balloon, half floating on the horizon and half soaking in the sea. After a while, I had breakfast and came out to have a look. Ah, the sun hangs in the sky like a burning fireball. The fiery red sun also dyed the sea red. The sea is shining with dazzling golden light, which is very spectacular.

Slowly, the sun that hasn't woken up finally yawned, revealing half of his face, and the sky was suddenly dyed as a fish-belly white. Gradually, the yawning Sun finally showed the whole smiling face, like a salted egg yolk. At this time, the surrounding fog also dispersed, and the white clouds were dyed golden by the colorful morning sun. The glory of the sunrise is reflected on the sea, and the breeze blows and shines. In an instant, the rising sun broke through the clouds and dew like a big fireball, giving off brilliant light, which was very spectacular.

6, the home of the sun-the horizon is bright. The light is soft, like taking care of your "ocean" baby. There is no movement on the sea, even the fierce sea is lying quietly, enjoying the unusually soft sunshine. There is no sound in the city. Dogs bark from time to time in the distant village, and the "golden ocean" enjoys the gentle wind. The mountain lay quietly like a deep old man, letting the wind doll play with its long green beard. The cloud finally broke away from the ink and became a delicate little girl, blushing as if waiting for her "Prince Charming". The crimson clouds are bold in the soft light, and their faces change from bursting red to deep red to crimson and then to light red. In this long process, it changed clothes and turned white, just like the bride who walked into the church.

8. What are the poems describing the sunrise? 1, remembering Jiangnan is good.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.

At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.

This river is as green as blue in spring.

How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Translation:

How beautiful the scenery in Jiangnan is, the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river.

The flowers by the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.

How can one not miss Jiangnan?

2. Playing local songs

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

The sun goes out to farm and goes home to rest after sunset.

A well can have water to drink, and crops will not be hungry.

This kind of life is uncomfortable, and no one envies the power of the emperor.

Translation:

Go to farm when the sun comes out, and go home to rest when the sun goes down.

Dig a well, you can have water to drink, and you won't go hungry when you grow crops.

What's wrong with such a day? No one can envy the emperor's power.

3. Fisherman

Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan

The fisherman rests on the western hills at night, learns the clear water in the morning, and cooks for firewood.

The sun disappears like a cloud, and there is a noise from the green mountains and green waters.

Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.

Translation:

Fishermen rest in Xishan at night, draw clear Hunan water in the morning and cook with bamboo and bamboo as firewood.

The sun came out, the clouds disappeared, and the sound of sculling came from the green landscape.

Looking back, the fishing boat has floated down in the horizon, and the white clouds on the mountain are floating at will, chasing each other.

Step 4 look at papaya mountain

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Get up in the morning to watch the sunrise and watch the bird's nest at night.

Being in a foreign country has long been sour, not to mention facing the papaya mountain.

Translation:

Get up in the morning to watch the sun rise, and watch the homing birds return home at night.

Being in a foreign land is already very sour, let alone facing the papaya mountain.

5. Nanchi

Tang Dynasty: Li Ying

Little men provide bait, women rub silk, and fragrant mashed potatoes overflow.

At sunrise, two fish are eating, and the family is laughing and laughing in Nanchi.

Translation:

The little boy prepared bait, and his wife twisted silk to make fishing line.

The husband was wrapped in a headscarf, and a pot of turbid wine floated around him, with a strong aroma.

The sun rose to two poles, and it was just when the fish were looking for food that one fish after another bit the hook.

The family happily continued to fish in Nanchi.