A famous poem praising the sun

1. The ancient poem praising the sun says that the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. -Liu Yuxi's "Two Zhuzhi Ci Poems, the First Part"

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. -Du Fu's Two Poems

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. -Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream, Always Remember the Sunset in Xiting"

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. -Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Hotel.

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. -Li Bai's Looking at Lushan Waterfall

The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. -Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain

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. -Li He's "Wild Goose Gate Taishouxing"

On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. -Zhu's Spring Day

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. -Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. -Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems No.5"

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. -Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao

Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. -Li Bai's "It's hard to go to me"

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.

In spring, apricot blossoms blow all over the head. -Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Township Spring Tour"

A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall. -Wang Changling's "Long Letters and Visits"

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"

There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it. -Li Bai's "On Nanjing's Landing on the Phoenix Terrace"

There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun. -Sima Guang's "Early Summer in the Guest"

When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing. -Xu Hun's Xie Ting Farewell

I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday. -Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book Shu Yun"

The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. -Wang Bo's poem Teng Wang Ge

In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. -Han Yi's Cold Food

On that pure morning, near the old temple, Gao Lin in the early Ming Dynasty. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"

In a pond full of grass, the water is full of water, and the mountains cover the waves. -Lei Zhen's "Country Night"

When will you come again? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. -Bai Juyi's "Three Memories of Jiangnan"

Peach trees are planted in the sky, and red apricots are planted in the sun. -Gao Chan's The penultimate and last forever noble assistant.

Nothing is idle when idle, nothing is red when sleeping. -Cheng Hao's Autumn Day

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

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. -Bai Juyi's "Three Memories of Jiangnan"

2. Are there any famous sayings or poems about the sun? Nietzsche once boasted about the sun, which turned out to be crazy.

Franklin: Don't let the sun despise you. I'm sorry to be told that he is resting here.

Stuart: The sunshine in spring can bring new life to even the most common flowers.

Dryden: Brilliant sky lamp, radiant sun, you are the bright eyes of nature.

Cicero: Nothing in the world is more beautiful and pleasant than friendship. Without friendship, the world seems to have lost the sun.

Milton: Sun, you are the eyes and heart of the world.

Byron: The sun is God's life, poetry and light.

Diogenes: The sun also visited the polluted land, but it was not polluted.

Dan Post: Knowledge is really the great sun in the sky. Its countless rays cast life and strength.

Poems about the sun:

Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan

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?

Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.

The mountains cover the day, and the ocean drains the golden river; By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Li Bai sees Lushan Waterfall.

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

Du Mu's Mountain Walk

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Li Shen's "sympathy for farmers"

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows every grain of Chinese food is hard!

3. Poems describing the sun or sunny days: Huaying Age: Song Author: Su Shi Style: Seven wonders overlap on the Yao stage, but several voices can't be called.

In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again. Donglangshan Age: Tang Author: Genre: Seven Wonders Donglangshan stands in the East and looks forward to the sun.

A piece of Dan Xin lasts forever, who sits in a remote place? Poetry for Gu Yanxian: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Luji Susu Susu Susu Autumn Festival. Zhan Zhan is thick and concise.

The sun sets at night. Shaoyin suddenly got up.

1950s: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen spent half his life in China and abroad, turning ugliness into a grandson. In the Tang Dynasty, Lang Feng, who retired from the old department, waved the title of Bapin Sima, and became mixed in autumn. S: Song Author: Fan Chengda is happy in everything, so why bother! Cangjun is like jade, and hometown is like a valley.

Under the west window, pay the sludge. The edge of the worm has diseased leaves, the soil is thin and there are no new branches.

Is the sun off, and the shadows on the eaves cover up the losses? It used to be like a pine and cypress, but now it is a weeping willow.

At dusk, the wind and rain are urgent. Who will return at 20? One of the three topics of the old cold hall: the age of the old cold hall: Song Author: Fan Zhongyan I am in the early Tang Dynasty, and I will travel around the world. Children and grandchildren are everywhere, and their home is in Jiangcheng.

Shuangsongyan is lovely, hence the name of Gaotang. Yazhitang lives in the house, and the mountains are full of feelings.

Eyes have a thousand years of color, ears have a thousand years of sound. June is dull and looks like a jade pot.

To collect poetry books and teach children to be honest and clear. In order to arrange the bells and drums, guests are invited to have fun.

What do you know about green smoke? It's all under the eaves Sunshine is impartial, and life is born in vain.

Why worry about an eventful year if you don't shake the mountain? Well, you will be honored if you are willing to make a baby.

Shi Ping, bachelor Wu Chongqing: Song Author: Mei Wufu, Pei. Riding a Tianma is very strange.

Suddenly, I found a stone with a white circle. There are trees and blackberries, but what can a painter do?

Wu Nai's questioning of Ouyang Gong is particularly suspicious than Gong Yong's questioning. Doubt does not discriminate poetry, which is a poem with bright stars.

Send me back to make peace with you and sit next to the public. Fan Hou did have Yang, but the theory of good fortune is difficult to test.

I thought it over and over again, although I didn't say it. When the moon meets the sun, Wu Yang flies on the laurel branch.

People don't know the weather. God will show the world that his shadow is like a sticky stork.

Wu Can neither walks nor moves the moon. Save it for fun. Be careful not to dump your servant with jade cards.

Happy years: Song Author: The upper world of wandering immortals is pure and empty, so whoever is close to it is sparse. Practice teaches the world knowledge, and it is the sun to return to nature.

It takes three days to get the truth, and it must smell better in one breath. Luck is different from his past. He always comes from watching Kung Fu.

4. Modern Poetry Praising the Sun Author: Guo Moruo blue sea, choppy, tidal eastward.

Brilliant, there will be yo-the newborn sun! The cloud island in the sky and sea has been laughing as brightly as fire! I can't wait to level all the obstacles in front of me! There it is! There it is! Geng Jingjing's white-hot and round light! There are infinite gold threads flying from my eyes to the sun. The sun! I stare at you with my back to the sea.

The sun! I won't go back unless you give me a bright light! The sun! Please shine in front of me forever and don't look back! The sun! When I took my eyes off you, it was dark all around! The sun! Please treat my life as bright red blood! The sun! Please treat all my poems as some golden floats! The sun! The cloud island in my heart is already as bright as fire! The sun! Please always listen, listen, the surging waves in my heart! Sun (Modern Poetry) In the morning, you can enjoy my red face. I am a shy masked bride at dusk. You can look at my red face as much as you like. I am a free and easy drunk girl. I just refuse to look straight in the eye at noon. I will regard my eyes as burns. Not all good things are appreciated. (Modern Poetry) Migratory birds flying far away are not afraid of the barrier of the mountain pass. The migrating Tibetan antelope is not afraid of the wind and rain in the desert, nor of the shotgun trip of thieves and killers. The unstoppable pace of progress is full of thorns, inspiring the pioneers to forge ahead. Confidence and strength shake off the dust of the years and wash away the haze in our hearts. At the new starting point in 2007, we bathed in another brilliant sunshine, held a handful of holy snow and picked a window flower in Ivylinna Lee. We ran to the sun, and the spring tide surged under the glacier. Happy music has been sung in the rhythm of winter.