Night view in classical Chinese

1. The sentence describing the evening (non-ancient prose) The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly. Before Shan Ye is dissipated by the water vapor evaporated by the sun, the sun sets in the western hills. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver-gray by the moonlight candle. (Feng Deying)

The bright moonlight decorated the night sky and the earth in spring. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast and mysterious. Dense stars, like small sparks in the sea, flicker and beat tiny spots of light. In quiet sleep, fields, villages and trees are covered with silver gauze. Mountains, vaguely like clouds and islands on the sea, seem to summon ships sailing at night, shining with a little purplish fire from time to time. (Wu Qiang)

The undulating loess along the road rolled like waves. The sun was buried in the loess, and it was red. However, the sun is still burning strangely, turning their flesh purple and black, and it seems that they can still smell a burning smell. (Zhang Tianyi)

The bitter and hot air seems to have stagnated; Hot face waited sadly for the wind, but it didn't come. The sun is shining in the dark blue sky; The shore opposite us is the Yan wheat field in Huang Chengcheng. In some places, absinthe grows, but there is not even an ear of wheat. (Turgenev)

When the sun just appeared, I walked along the river to the village. The faint and clear fog, the moist and moist smell of earth kept patting my face and getting into my nose. (local records)

The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covering the moonlight, seems to be a wisp of light smoke in the field, as if falling into a dream. After the sunset glow passed, the smoke in the fields disappeared, and the water was as clear as light, washing the soft autumn night. (Liu Zhuode)

That night, there was not even a cloud, and the sky was blue and transparent. The moon, like a newly married daughter-in-law, just rose from the eastern horizon and shyly got into the leaves to hide. Those dense poplar leaves, like running water, are rustling day and night, quietly and loudly flowing where people can't see them. (Serina Liu)

2. A good word to describe the night scene: the night is hazy, the night is as cool as water, the lights are bright, all is silent, the moon stars are rare, the lights are bright, the night is quiet, the night is charming, the night is low, and all is silent. The night is dark, the rain is tight, peaceful and quiet, and the night is as cold as the moon and stars.

Night arrival, the night is dark, the night is still, the earth is sleeping, the lights are shining, and the night is black.

The vast night is all night, the night is gloomy, the lights are everywhere, the night is charming, the night is soft, the night is long, the night is quiet and the night is elegant.

The night is deeper, the night is longer, the lights are on at first, the night is hazy, the cage is hanging, and the night is quiet.

3. Some scenery fragments describing natural scenery in ancient Chinese are also appreciated. Yaoyao is burning flowers and trees, and the fruit of each plant is pressing branches. Fruits are pressed to hang brocade, and flowers are clustered on rouge trees. When it opens, it will be ripe for a thousand years, without summer or winter. The ripe ones are drunk, and the raw ones are green with stalks. Condense smoke and muscle green, reflect sunlight and show Dan Zi. Under the tree, there are strange flowers and different grasses, and the colors are the same at all times. The left and right towers and buildings are integrated into one, and Yun Ni is often covered by extra space. This is not common in Du Xuan, but the Queen Mother of Yaochi cultivated it herself.

Green is like green, and high is like a cloud. Tigers and dragons are everywhere, apes are crying everywhere, and cranes are everywhere. When the clouds came out to seal the top of the mountain, the sun hung in the forest at dusk. The flowing water gurgles in Yu Pei, and the spring drops in heptachlor. Cliff in front of the mountain, flowers and trees behind the mountain. The top is connected with the jade girl shampoo basin, and the bottom is connected with Tianhe water distribution. Gan Kun's knot shows Penglai, and the turbid gas is repaired into a real abode of fairies and immortals. Dan Qing's wonderful pen is difficult, and the fairy can't draw it. The grotesque stones are exquisite and exquisite, and the colorful Lingtou Peak is exquisite and exquisite. The shadow of the sun moves a thousand purple flowers, and the spirit shakes a thousand rosy clouds. The mountains are full of newly planted trees and flowers.

The mountain is high and steep; The steep is a cliff, and the deep is a valley; What is ringing is spring, and what is fresh is flowers. The mountain is not high, and the top is connected with the blue sky; This stream is not deep, you can see the land at the bottom. There are white bones and white clouds in front of the mountain, and there are unspeakable strange rocks. There is a winding Hidden Dragon Cave behind the cliff, in which there is a jingling Dishuiyan. I also saw some deer with horns and forks, and the mud stared at people. With twists and turns, the red scale python plays the stubborn white-faced ape. At the end of the evening, the tiger who found the hole in Bashan, with Xiao, emerged from the hose and the hole rang. Birds in the grass, pounce; Animals in the forest, huh? Law? Law. Suddenly a wolf bug passed by, which frightened people. Is when the hole falls, the hole falls, the hole falls. Indigo dyed thousands of feet jade, and green yarn covered ten thousand piles of cigarettes.

It's raining and fluttering. Leaves fall one after another, and clouds float. The sky is full of stars, and the dust is everywhere. A fierce family, a pure family. Pure pine and bamboo strike the clear rhyme, and the rivers and lakes are muddy. Blowing makes the birds in the mountains choke and the sea fish jump and spray. The doors and windows of the East and West Pavilion are off, and the front and rear corridors are haunted. The vase in the Buddhist temple fell to the ground, the glass shattered and the lights fainted. The incense burner is still pouring incense ashes, the candlestick is tilted and the candle is horizontal. The flag cover is shaken down, and the bell and drum tower are shaken.

4. An ancient poem describing the night, a black mood, stagnant, once waiting, dreamy beauty, finally replaced by a black same * * *, destiny takes a hand, or? I don't want to I am floating, expecting a miracle, blowing with the wind, and writing my own story with the wind. Looking forward to that day, standing by the sea, bathed in the sun, the sun receded, and large snowflakes fell. However, when night came, everything about me disappeared. Without the bitterness behind, I understand the helplessness of this life and get the loneliness at this time. I can't see my own shadow, leaving only a lingering sigh behind me. White has no value. Black has gone all over my heart. Once upon a time, I gave up and my heart was restless. After all, I have to make an excuse.

I said, give me a reason, find a reason to dream. Talking to yourself is also a kind of beauty. Perhaps, that is the aesthetic singleness. Black me, I can't see through, it's sadness. I like sunshine, but I long for the darkness of being alone. The overly dramatic performance masked the artistic conception like ink and wash.

I don't understand the complexity of this world, but I thought I had a wonderful life. But behind all the laughter, there is a black box covered with a big lock full of vicissitudes. This lock locks my soul. Where are the keys? It's in the black and white room. In the dark, I accidentally opened this old lock in a distant space. Suddenly, black liquid splashed, and in a trance, for an instant, I looked back and found myself in the dark time.

Yes, I belong to a black soul, a soul destined to wander, a soul destined to disappear in a black fantasy. I tried to break free and fight like never before. Unfortunately, I can't. The black flower blooms, but the next second is waiting for it to wither. Withered in the gap on the edge of the night of life, there are flying words everywhere, green smoke red mist,

5. Poetry expressing the beauty in the rain at night. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

The most favorable thing is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the smoke and willow pouring into the imperial city-Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty.

-Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring. -Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild.

Wei's Xixi Going to Chuzhou describes an ancient poem in summer. Lotus leaves meet the sky, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, reflecting a different kind of sunshine. Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple sends the forest to the forest. When it rains in Huangmei, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao's Inviting guests. Why do you hate Fang Fei when he leaves? The trees in summer are gloomy and pleasant. Summer is new in the sound of cuckoo —— Poems describing autumn in the early Song Dynasty and famous sentences describing autumn: Lonely sunset, autumn water and sky are the same color —— Tang farewell preface, autumn Deng Hongfu knees. When I faced them from this villa, drinking my wine-Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Secretary of Xuanzhou Villa in August", the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "Caotang was blown by autumn wind", red candles painted a cold screen, and small fans brushed fireflies. It's as cool as water day and night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. Cold Smoke on the Waves —— Song Zhongyan's Su Mu House, an ancient poem describing winter. Just like the spring wind blowing at night, Snow White's Song of Farewell to the Field blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and Wu's Home scatters salt in the air, but if the catkins are blown by the wind. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

-Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

-Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking goes to the West Chamber alone, and the bright moon is like a hook-Li Yu's Meet You, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return.

-Wang Changling's "Fortress" People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times. -Su Shi's "Water Tune" Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Boating in Guazhou" is a frosty night, and Jiang Feng's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" is a bright moon. At this time, the sea is full, and the horizon is * * * At this time-Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance" is how wide the sky is, how close the trees are, how clear the water is, and how close the moon is! .

Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande, the clouds change in the morning mirror, and the twilight songs dare to be cold and bright-Li Shangyin's Untitled Poem of Friendship, however, China is our friendship and heaven is our neighbor. -Wang Bo's "Farewell to Du Fu's appointment" advised you to drink a glass of wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason.

-Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan to Twenty Shores Xi" is a lonely sail, only looking at the Yangtze River. -Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet and not as good as Wang Lun.

-Li Bai's "To Wang Lun" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you. -There is a poem of "bird" in Gao Shi's Biedongda. There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths.

-Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning.

-Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief. -Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..

-There is a poem "Rain" in Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", which is green and dripping, and there is no need to return in the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and the wind is cold. -the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow.

-Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream.

-Lu You's "The Wind and Rain on November 4" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken.

-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

-Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's poem "Crossing the Lingdingyang" carries the word "mountain" and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the surrounding mountains. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" Wan Li went to Rongji and the mountain was flying.

-"Mulan Poetry" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang River, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint.

-Cen Can's "A Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed. -Li Bai's "Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" made Longcheng fly, but did not teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.

-Wang Changling's "Embankment" Mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan's "Looking at the Heron Tower" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds and is an isolated city, Wan Ren.

-Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" suspected no road village. -Lu You traveled to Shanxi Village. Once he climbed to the top of the mountain and peeked, he would see that other mountains were dwarfed under the sky. ..

-Du Fu's "Wang Yue" picks chrysanthemums under the east fence and sees Nanshan leisurely. -Tao Yuanming's poem "Drinking" has "flowers" in wet clothes and apricot flowers, and his face does not blow.

6. Ancient prose describing scenery (short, don't thank China's ancient poetry book)

Tao Jinghong

The beauty of mountains and rivers has existed since ancient times. The mountain peaks soar into the sky and the streams are crystal clear. The stone walls on both sides are colorful and set each other off. Green Woods, green bamboo clusters, four. The fog will rest at dawn, and apes and birds will sing wildly. Night is coming and the scales are sinking. It's really the fairy capital of the world of desire, and since it's entertaining itself, it's nothing strange.

The magnificence of mountains and rivers has been shared by people since ancient times. The peaks here go straight into the sky, the clear streams are crystal clear, and the cliffs on both sides of the river complement each other in the sun. Cang Lin Cui Zhu, evergreen all the year round. Every morning, the night fog will die, and apes can be heard whistling and birds singing; Every evening, when the sun sets, you can see fish jumping in the water. This is really a fairyland on earth! Kasper? Lingyun, no one can be in this beautiful landscape.