A poem that went black before you knew it.

About black verse 1. Poetry describing black characters

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

From the observation deck, we can see dust and black smoke, and the China army is encamped north of the Lunta. Farewell to Song of the Wheel Tower by Feng, the General of the Western Expedition.

Looking out the window, how can you be alone? Li Qingzhao's slow whisper

Chi He's Eight Poems: Wu

-Bai Juyi

Obviously, I am white and black, and I am not blind.

Say goodbye to you every night, and there is a chorus in the jade emblem.

The water in the black pool is as black as ink, and it is said that the dragon people don't know. -Bai Juyi's Black Dragon

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Cen Can

The man in black is dressed in mink and dancing with drunken brocade.

Kansai veterans are used to tough wars, and the boss has been fighting for a year!

suffer from insomnia

-Du Fu

It's dark at night in Qutang, and the city will change more.

When the moon is sinking and the fog is sinking, the shining stars are near the building.

Qi failure, lack of sleep, guilty conscience, hate and worry.

There are many bases in the valley, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.

Late autumn on the edge

-Du Mu

There is no state in southern Montenegro, and horses are not collected at night.

The wind sent the lonely city into the corner of the night, one after another into the hearts of guests.

Batavia on Yanmenguan Line

-Li He

Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.

In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.

The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.

I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.

Han Yu

-Dragon's action

It's dark, the black dragon moves, and Lei Zhen is male and female.

The clear spring turns to the earth, and the fish and turtle die of grief.

Hanhe

-Summer night

Strong winds floated with electricity, dark clouds were born, and it rained in the high forest.

After a long night, the rain stopped and the wind subsided, but the broken clouds in Ryutsuki were oblique.

Border songs

-Lulun

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

Bai Juyi

-Ask yourself.

Black flowers are full of silk, and premature aging is a disease.

I am familiar with the taste of official career, so when will I rest after 50 years?

Black on one side and purple on the other, the Yellow River freezes and ichthyosaurs die. -Lee, he's cold in the north.

2. Black poetry

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. Su Shi (Song), Drunken Books Looking at the Lake Building, June 27th.

The tide of the lonely river joined the dark sky and the ferryman boarded his boat. It's getting late and we can't sail. A Farewell to My Friend Chen (Tang)

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Du Fu (Tang)

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. Song of autumn wind breaking hut Du Fu

From the observation deck, we can see dust and black smoke, and the China army is encamped north of the Lunta. Tang's "Going to the Hospital by Wheel".

In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro. Liu (Tang) in Complaining about People

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. Lu Lun in Xia Sai Qu San (Tang Dynasty)

His face is covered with dust and smoke, his temples are gray and his fingers are black. Bai Juyi (Tang), Charcoal Man

3. Who knows the poem about "black"

Tang-Caotang-Xu Jian

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Cao Tang

Title: Xu Jian

Content:

Antiquities are ashamed to see snow, but they can't hold back the fear of spring flow.

In the dark, I cry, and I lean on the ghost of an empty mountain.

Fear of thunder at the bottom of the ravine, smell of wind and rain at the bedside.

Bullfighting doesn't have to be idle and upset.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Bai Juyi

Title: Selling Charcoal Weng

Content:

An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.

His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.

Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.

At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.

Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.

The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.

It's a pity that a car full of charcoal, more than a thousand Jin, is driven by an official to a general.

Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.

4. What poems describe "black"?

1, black people must be as black as paint, as if there were no other colors.

From: the black youth of Song Family Fourth Road.

Black should be like black paint, and no other colors can be seen.

2, the moon is dark and windy, and the fishing lamp is high, and a little firefly is lonely.

From: What I saw in a boat and a night book by Shen Xing in Qing Dynasty.

There is no moon in the night, only the lights on the fishing boat. Lonely lights glow like fireflies in the boundless darkness.

3. Dark clouds cover the mountains, while white rain jumps over the boat.

From: Book of Looking at the Lake on June 27th by Su Shi in Song Dynasty.

Dark clouds roll, like overturned inkstones, winding the distant mountains. After a while, some pearls suddenly appeared on my boat, which were oppressive raindrops.

Appreciation: The poet wrote a changeable situation very vividly. He is sitting on a boat. The boat had just rowed downstairs to Wanghu Lake, when suddenly I saw a dark cloud rising in the distance, just like spilling a pot of ink, and half of the sky was suddenly dark.

4, the wild path is black, and the river boat is bright.

Said by: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, Du Fu in Tang Dynasty.

Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths; Small lights, flashing fishing boats on the river

Appreciation: These two sentences describe the beautiful scene on a rainy night. "Black" and "bright" set each other off into interest, which not only points out the thick clouds and rain, but also gives people a strong sense of beauty.

It suddenly turned into a red dragon flying, and the thunderstorm was black.

From: Lu You in the Song Dynasty, "It's a good thing to dawn near autumn on the Lotus Peak".

The staff is like a dragonfly, and the mountains are dark and thunderstorm.

Sogou Encyclopedia-Good Things Near Autumn Dawn of Lotus Peak

Sogou Encyclopedia-Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Sogou Encyclopedia-The Book of Wang Hu Building on June 27th.

Sogou encyclopedia-ship night book what you see

5. What are the poems describing darkness?

1, take a song with Zhang Fu, the third watch.

Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

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In the dead of night, dark clouds covered the moon, and the geese on the horizon flew in surprise. Khan's army tried to sneak away at night.

Just as I wanted to lead the light cavalry to chase all the way, the heavy snow fell on the bow and knife.

2, the boat night book can be read.

Qing Dynasty: Cha Shen Xing

When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.

Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.

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In the dark night, there is no moon, only the lights on the fishing boat. Lonely lights glow a bit like fireflies in the boundless darkness.

Breeze bursts, the river ripples, fishing lights are scattered on the water, and the river seems to have moved countless stars.

3. Take the next song with Zhang Fu, the second song.

Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun

In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow.

Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.

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In the dark forest, the grass suddenly swayed and rustled with the wind. The general thought the beast was coming, so he quickly drew his bow and shot an arrow.

Looking for an arrow at dawn, it has fallen deeply into the stone edge.

4. He Xinlang 9.

Song Dynasty: Liu Kezhuang

It's dark, with oblique wind and rain inclusions. Unbearable, my heart is full of chaos, like a thousand strands of melancholy, like weaving. I like to climb high and look around the world in my life, thanks to the high-rise buildings now. Looking around, thousands of valleys are full of autumn, and my heart is full of affection. Although he is just an ordinary white-haired scholar, he shed tears, but he will always cry for the land of China, unlike those who once boarded the ancients in ancient times, because his life is short and sad. Memories of the past, the rise and fall of honor, everything disappeared.

I was in my prime when I was young. I thought there was a pen on it. Nowadays, talents wither like flowers in spring, leaving only a depressed and lonely heart. I often resent that people's new ideas are too few, and only like to talk about the sparse distribution of scholars in the Southern Dynasties. Whenever poetry is sung on the Double Ninth Festival, it is a bit boring to mention the fun of the hat. If you don't give chrysanthemum a drink, I'm afraid chrysanthemum will laugh at people too lonely. I only saw Hongyan flying north, and a yellow sunset gradually sank.

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The dark sky is dark, mixed with oblique wind and drizzle. Really unbearable, utterly confused, countless worries intertwined. I have always liked to climb high and look far, but fortunately there are hundreds of feet of tall buildings now. Looking around, all the valleys in Qian Shan are dotted with autumn colors. I am broad-minded and affectionate.

Although he is just an ordinary white-haired scholar, his tears will always be for the sake of China, and he will never cry for his short life like the ancients who visited Niu Shan. Recalling the ups and downs of the past, everything vanished.

When I was a teenager, I was in my prime and was very angry with bullfighting. I thought I had a lingyun pen on me. Today, talents wither like spring flowers, leaving only a depressed and lonely mood. I often resent the lack of new ideas in the world, and only like to talk about the past of the literati in the Southern Dynasties. Whenever Chongyang recites poetry, he always brings up an interesting story about Meng Jia's hat falling off.

If you don't drink in front of chrysanthemum, I'm afraid chrysanthemum will laugh at people too lonely. I saw Hongyan flying north, and a yellow sunset gradually sank.

5. Bodhisattva Huang Man Yunzi Race for 3,000 Li.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Huang Yunzi raced three thousand miles, and the female wall was raven. The sunset is cold, and the horses are still hunting.

There is no sound, and it is dark at night. Qiu Meng didn't come home, and the residual lamp was smashed to pieces.

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A thousand miles away, the female wall stretches all the way. At dusk, countless crows cry on the west bank of the city wall. The sunset gathered the last ray of light and heat and fell into the western hills. The mountains in the distance were shrouded in the cold twilight, and the sky darkened. At this time, I can see that the hunting party is back, and the rustling of A?vagho?a rings in my ears.

Someone blows Hu Jia at night. Autumn night rustling, sound sad. Unbearable, still sad. He is a stranger in a foreign land. Sadness will bring a sense of emptiness for no reason, and after escaping into endless darkness, it will wrap him in the night. How bitter it is to leave home in the dream, and this night, he is afraid that he will stay up all night again. A residual lamp with you, snuff tears.