A poem describing a beautiful night after the rain

Poems about beautiful nights 1. Poems about beautiful nights.

Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river shines at the beginning of the month.

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Whose boat is flat tonight, where to miss the bright moon building.

Poor Yue Pei came back from upstairs and asked someone to repair the mirror table.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

2. Poetry describing the night

1, month

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Pools and bridges are unforgettable and pitiful. The curtains are opened at the brightest night, and it is already very cold.

The water spray is very urgent where it flows, and when it spits, the clouds will open in Qing Ye. Heng E is not wearing makeup, but she is just showing off.

The moon in the pool by the bridge is really unforgettable and makes people fall in love. Open the curtains tomorrow night, and it's already very cold when the bamboo curtain is rolled up. Under the moonlight, the water is rushing, and when Zen Hui pours out, the clouds are dazzling. The goddess in the moon doesn't wear makeup, and her beauty depends on the moonlight.

2. Night rain

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Crying early, I rested again, and the residual light went out again.

Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.

Cricket, who came out early, let out a cry and stopped. The dim light went out and turned on again. Through the window, I knew it was raining at night, because there was the sound of rain hitting the banana leaves outside the window.

3. Autumn night

Song: Zhu

The night is sleepless, the autumn wind is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut to night.

The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.

Tossing and turning at night is difficult to sleep, and the night air in autumn is cool. I cut the candle flowers many times. It's almost midnight. Outside the window, the moon shadow sewn by the buttonwood was scattered on the cold bed, but the moon still looked so bright through the buttonwood.

4. Yequan

Ming Dynasty: Yuan Zhongdao

Mountain Bai Niao suddenly sounded, and the stone was as cold as frost.

The moonlight in the flowing spring turned into snow water.

At night, the nightingale suddenly sings in the snowy mountains, and the dew on the stone is so cold that it will frost. In the moonlight, a flowing spring is like a flowing snow.

5. Summer nights

Tang Dynasty: Han Wo

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.

The wind flashed wildly, and the sky was covered with dark clouds like thick ink; I only heard the sound of wind and rain coming from the big forest. The night is already deep, the wind has stopped and the rain has stopped; A crescent moon obliquely shed a faint moonlight through the clouds.

6. Spring nights

Tang Dynasty: Yu Shinan

The spring garden returns to the moon, and the bamboo hall invades the night.

Scared birds walk out of the forest, and the wind and flowers come over the water.

In the forest garden in spring, the moon falls from the sky, and the hall under the bamboo forest opens in the night. The sound alarmed the birds in the forest, and they flew away through the forest, while the flowers were sent far away across the spring.

Write some quiet and beautiful poems about the night.

Zhang Chunjiang spends a moonlit night on the Chunjiang River, and the moon is born.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. Green door leads. Spring is warm and cold, and the wind and rain are late.

Tingxuan was lonely and near Qingming, full of wine, and fell ill last year. The wind wakes up in the corner of the building and the door is quiet at night.

It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. The simplest one is "There is such a bright light at the foot of my bed ..." (Silent Night Thinking-Li Bai) Hehe. Poems about night scenes: (1) Stay overnight in the mountains of Zen master Ye, waiting for my friend Ding (Meng Haoran) to set the sun, and one valley after another is hazy.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.

Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.

The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.

In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.

The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.

From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.

However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.

In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.

The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and kept each other for fear that the bell would ring.

Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.

Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.

Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.

The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.

Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I feel sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself, but the river can't be filled in. I have many feelings in my heart. I want to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.

The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.

More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and snow and frost turn the cold hovering nights white.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.

People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.

The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.

That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.

Although a river merchant should sleep in this calm weather, boatman.

4. Poems describing beautiful and desolate night scenes

Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night

Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.

Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

moonlit night

Liu in Tang Dynasty

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Reading in winter night, Xianzi said

Land Tourism in Song Dynasty

The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.

What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.

A night berth near Fengqiao.

Zhang Ji in Tang Dynasty

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

"Two Thoughts on Breaking Dawn at Autumn Night and Coming out of the Hedge Gate to Meet the Cold"

Land Tourism in Song Dynasty

All the way to the southwest, the chickens next door crow again and again.

Ambitious illness has come and gone, and I have been scratching my head all my life.

3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.

It's another year for the adherents to cry in the dust and look south to Julian Waghann.

What you read in the night book

Ye Shaoweng in Song Dynasty

The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river.

I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night.

One night abroad.

Du fu in Tang dynasty

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .

It snows at night

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.

It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights and sending it to Du Langzhong

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

5. Find some ancient poems about "Night"

Night berth near Fengqiao

Ji Zhang

Frosty night,

Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,

The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.

Thoughts in the dead of night

Lipper

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Drink with the moon

Lipper

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Sigh on the jade steps

Lipper

Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone.

Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.

Guan Shanyue

Lipper

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Night parking in Wuchang

Lulun

Fog clouds spread far away to see Hanyang City, and the boat drifted away for a day.

Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night.

Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.

But the war left me no legacy, oh, the pain of hearing the drums by the river! !

Night thoughts on terraced towers

Wei Zhuang

A harp sighs all night, with the sadness of wind and rain on its strings.

There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.

The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back.

Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.

Country night

Bai Juyi

In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.

I went to the front door alone and looked out at the field. I saw the bright moonlight shining on the endless buckwheat field, and the buckwheat flowers were like a dazzling snowflake.

On the evening of August 15, I heard that Mr. Cui was a bachelor of Hanlin. ...

Bai Juyi

The moon is high in the blue sky in autumn, and Lang Jing in Xi 'an is playing in the brig.

Only tonight is good in the middle of the year, and there is no such leisure in the sea.

Hao Seqing, while the list is clear, the light is as deep as nine doors.

I heard that I was drunk and melancholy, but I didn't see Jinbo shine on Yushan.

On the night of August 15, I was forbidden to be alone, remembering Yuan September.

Bai Juyi

The silver platform is golden and gloomy, and acacia is alone in Hanlin.

The new moonlight on the night of March 5, 2000 miles away, makes people feel happy

It's cold in the east of Zhu Gong Palace, and the west clock in the bath hall leaks deeply.

Still afraid that the light is different and Jiangling is humble and humid.

Watch the moon near Jinghu Lake on Mid-Autumn Night.

Chen Yu

Looking at the autumn night in the mirror, the lake is horizontal and the moonlight is deep.

When a round pearl enters the pool, a floating magpie surprises the forest.

The light is still broken, but ChanJuan's shadow is not heavy.

Far away, the shore bends, and empty is into the heart.

When the wheels are full, loneliness is not invaded.

If cassia twig can be folded, why not visit it at night?

Play with guests on the evening of August 15.

Bai Juyi

The bright moon is good * * * Only this night, leisure is the east capital.

There are thousands of snows in Songshan, and two pearls in Luoshui.

It is difficult to cherish the scenery in a clear sky, and it is difficult to enjoy it.

Do you know that there will be an annual meeting to remain unfathomable and powerful?

Looking at the moon in the south building

Jiao ran

Every family in jathyapple likes this building.

Clouds are scattered, and willow shadows are scattered in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Thousands of peaks are gradually reflected and separated into thousands of streams.

Whoever sees Guanshan again should worry about it alone.

Visit the house every month

wei yingwu

In the middle of the night, Jia Yue likes to travel together.

The river is half down, and the dew suddenly surprises the autumn.

Scattered colors and sparse trees are divided into clear yuan.

There is no collection of heartbeat and magnificent scenery.

Foreign night

Du Fu

Breeze rippling on the grass bank, a lonely boat.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

If only my art could make me famous. Free my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .

6. What are the beautiful poems describing the night sky?

Poems describing the beauty of the night sky are:

moonlit night

Author: Du Fu

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

line

Author: Shen Quanqi

Against Huanglong City, our army was sent out a long time ago.

The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers.

Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.

In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums?

Guan Shanyue

Author: Li Bai

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Author: Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Zaofa baidicheng

Author: Li Bai

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

7. Poems about the night

On a moonlit night (Liu), the moon is half-round, and the Beidou withers south. Tonight, I know that the air in spring is warm and the insects are fresh through the green screen window. Miracle didn't want to sleep all night, and the virtual hall was closed and reopened. However, he left a faint shadow and stayed in the moonlight. Falling leaves live in nests, and flying fireflies are worth my return. At dawn, the classics are brushed, and the white sandalwood is gray. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian Park near Qinhuai Restaurant in the evening). -In the park near Qinhuai, the moonlight shines in front of Du Mu's window. Will it have frost? . -Think of a quiet night, Li Bai, the sun is shining, the night is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and weaving stars-Tom in autumn night, the sound of the river pushes the moon at midnight, and the waves in front of the temple are like snow (Zheng Yuanzhou sends Jinshan Puheng).