A poem describing the evening scenery after the rain

Poems about the scenery at dusk 1. What are the poems describing the beautiful scenery at dusk

In front of the independent Buddhist temple in the dusk of the Tang Dynasty, the ground was covered with Sophora japonica flowers and cicadas. Generally speaking, the heart was always bitter at four o'clock, so it was autumn when the heart was heartbroken. In the spring village, the garden of Tang Baijuyi was warm in February, and Dai Shengfei was among the mulberry trees. Farmers smashed the old valley and silkworms prayed. Chickens and dolphins pass through the club. At dusk, the drums and flutes are playing for the gods. Looking back at the Yi River in Tang Baiju, Jiangzhou, I saw the double-flowered watch, and I knew it was Xiguomen in Xunyang. I still went to the lonely boat for three or four miles, and the water, smoke, sand and rain were about to dusk. Your Excellency Ziwei Hua Tang Baiju Yilun kept quiet, and the bell and drum tower was carved long. Who was the companion sitting alone in the evening? Ziweilang. Sha was exposed to Ziweilang at dusk in the Tang Dynasty last month, and the moonlight covered the sand and the snow was clear in autumn. The hydrology was not smoky, and the plain jade field was cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Du Fu's sorrow, he returned to his white head and leaned on his stick to carry the lonely city. The river gathered in the continent, and the sky was empty and the scenery was clear. Cang Yan took care of Xie, and Zhu Bi lost his life. He admired the yellow birds and threw them into the forest. Returning to the cloud to support the trees and lose the mountain village. Lung disease is only a high pillow in the declining year, and you should close the door early when you are worried. You can't stay in chaos for a long time, because there is no soul in the south. Returning to the Yantang Du Mu Painting Hall, singing and dancing are noisy, and people who go to the club don't watch it. Long is the companion of Jiang Lou, and you still have to lean on the railing at dusk. Crow Tang Du Mu bothers and rummages, and cold smoke rises at dusk. Mao deceives the queen's hair and feels Chu Ji. There is no chance of a white head. There are a lot of residual flowers in Han Wo in the Tang Dynasty, and the fragrance is still endless. At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and after the Qingming rain, it is rare and red. The grass at the bottom of the tree is clean, and the wind on the wall is empty. On this sad day, the West Garden sings a song to the east. Wuqi Qu Tang Liduan's white horse chased Zhu Che, and at dusk it entered a narrow slope. The narrow slope willow trees competed for the night. Every time I listen to the crow, I know the night. the leyou tombs Tang Li Shangyin with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs, the sunset is infinitely good, buried by the coming night. The residual red in the fallen Tang Li arouses the poet's magic, nostalgic for the past, but helpless. Half-fallen bronze platform is full of moonlight, and there are many winds floating in the golden valley. Wandering around the water, the pieces are lightly glued to the short sand. Who knows that the long door is locked, and the dusk drizzle is harmonious. Shake down the autumn wine in Tang Wei Zhuang is easy to wake up, and it seems sad and long to leave love. Heartbroken green lotus wind and rain. Jiangting looks at Song Zhiwen in the Tang Dynasty in the evening, soaking in the clouds, and the smoke comes out of the distant village. Birds return to the sand with traces, but sails over the waves without traces. Looking at the water is flexible, and looking at the mountains is about to kill their souls. They are still indulging in it, and they want to return to the horse for dusk. Looking at the Tang Dynasty in the autumn, the stream flows, and the rain is slightly smoky. Western jackdaw shines in the front of the mountain, and Du Qu is alone at dusk. No one leans on the door alone in the deep courtyard. In autumn, Tang Yongtao's ancient pagoda is thin and the crow is sad in the evening, and it stands alone at dusk. The southern country looks forward to long-term thinking, and a group of new geese go to Tingzhou. In the lonely Tang Dynasty, people in Jiangjun County, Zheng Gu are a village, and the weather is going to dusk. The spring sorrow is still drunk, and the clothes are stained with tears and wine. The fragrance of Xiaomei, Song and Lin Bu in the mountain garden is swaying alone, occupying the amorous feelings of the small garden. The shadows are horizontal and the water is shallow. A butterfly is like a butterfly. Fortunately, there is a whisper, and there is no need for a sandalwood * * * gold bottle. Autumn night brings love to Song and Zhu Shuzhen, and the slender crescent moon hangs at dusk, and people want to lose their souls in the secluded boudoir. The stationery is unpacked and changed, but the glass is lifted carelessly. snuff burns his heart, and the sleeves are long for tears. It is better to regret the lack of romance, and it is important to know that love is. Jiang Mei has passed the willow, and the rain is wet on the swing at dusk. The voice is slow. Song Qingzhao looks for it, and it is cold and desolate. When it is warm and cold at first, it is the most difficult to stop. Three cups and two light wines can't compete with his late arrival! The wild goose is sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? Watching the window, how can you be black alone! The phoenix tree is drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad word! Drunken flowers Yin Song Li Qingzhao's mist is thick and cloudy, and the brain is full of sorrow forever. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night. After the wine is drunk at dusk in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance that fills the sleeves. Don't let it go. The curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang returns to Song Sushi's faint fragrance and floats in the dusk of the month. In front of the hall, there is a tree spring. Why does the east wind enter the west? Children often close their doors. Snow muscles are cold. Yu Rongzhen. The fragrant cheeks are not evenly distributed. I want to send flowers to Lingtou people. It's dusk in the south of the Yangtze River. The ice muscles of Yumei Song Sushi are naturally thin. After that, the long curtains are looking at dusk. When dusk comes, I'm fascinated. How can you bear to leave your slaves? I'm afraid it's easy to leave Lang, but it's hard to see Lang. It's like a dream to make you clear the courtyard of Nalan Xingde at dusk. Old hatred and new love are half. Who sees it? Who saw it? The pillow is red with tears.

2. What are the poems describing the beautiful scenery at dusk?

At dusk, in front of the independent Buddhist temple in Tang Dynasty, the ground was full of Sophora japonica flowers and cicadas. Generally speaking, the heart was always bitter at four o'clock, and it was autumn when the intestines were broken. In the spring village, the garden of Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi was warm in February, and Dai Shengfei was among the mulberry trees. The farmer plowed the old valley and the silkworm concubine prayed for new clothes. Cattle and horses were far away because of the wind, and chickens and dolphins passed through the society. I know it's the West Guomen in Xunyang. I still go to the lonely boat for three or four miles, and the water, smoke, sand and rain are about to dusk. Your Excellency, Ziwei Hua Tang Bai Juyi Silun, has a quiet document, and the bell and drum tower is long. Who is the companion sitting alone in the dusk? Ziweilang. Sha was exposed to Ziweilang at dusk in the Tang Dynasty last month, and the moonlight covered the sand and the snow was clear in autumn. The hydrology was not smoky, and the plain jade field was cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Du Fu's sorrow, he returned to his white head and leaned on his stick to carry the lonely city. The river gathered in the continent, and the sky was empty and the scenery was clear. Cang Yan took care of Xie, and Zhu Bi lost his life. He admired the yellow birds and threw them into the forest. Returning to the cloud to support the trees and lose the mountain village. Lung disease is only a high pillow in the declining year, and you should close the door early when you are worried. You can't stay in chaos for a long time, because there is no soul in the south. Returning to the Yantang Du Mu Painting Hall, singing and dancing are noisy, and people who go to the club don't watch it. Long is the companion of Jiang Lou, and you still have to lean on the railing at dusk. Crow Tang Du Mu bothers and rummages, and cold smoke rises at dusk. Mao deceives the queen's hair and feels Chu Ji. There is no chance of a white head. There are a lot of residual flowers in Han Wo in the Tang Dynasty, and the fragrance is still endless. At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and after the Qingming rain, it is rare and red. The grass at the bottom of the tree is clean, and the wind on the wall is empty. On this sad day, the West Garden sings a song to the east. Wuqi Qu Tang Liduan's white horse chased Zhu Che, and at dusk it entered a narrow slope. The narrow slope willow trees competed for the night. Every time I listen to the crow, I know the night. the leyou tombs Tang Li Shangyin with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs, the sunset is infinitely good, buried by the coming night. The residual red in the fallen Tang Li arouses the poet's magic, nostalgic for the past, but helpless. Half-fallen bronze platform is full of moonlight, and there are many winds floating in the golden valley. Wandering around the water, the pieces are lightly glued to the short sand. Who knows that the long door is locked, and the dusk drizzle is harmonious. Shake down the autumn wine in Tang Wei Zhuang is easy to wake up, and it seems sad and long to leave love. Heartbroken green lotus wind and rain. Jiangting looks at Song Zhiwen in the Tang Dynasty in the evening, soaking in the clouds, and the smoke comes out of the distant village. Birds return to the sand with traces, but sails over the waves without traces. Looking at the water is flexible, and looking at the mountains is about to kill their souls. They are still indulging in it, and they want to return to the horse for dusk. Looking at the Tang Dynasty in the autumn, the stream flows, and the rain is slightly smoky. Western jackdaw shines in the front of the mountain, and Du Qu is alone at dusk. No one leans on the door alone in the deep courtyard. In autumn, Tang Yongtao's ancient pagoda is thin and the crow is sad in the evening, and it stands alone at dusk. The southern country looks forward to long-term thinking, and a group of new geese go to Tingzhou. In the lonely Tang Dynasty, people in Jiangjun County, Zheng Gu are a village, and the weather is going to dusk. The spring sorrow is still drunk, and the clothes are stained with tears and wine. The fragrance of Xiaomei, Song and Lin Bu in the mountain garden is swaying alone, occupying the amorous feelings of the small garden. The shadows are horizontal and the water is shallow. A butterfly is like a butterfly. Fortunately, there is a whisper, and there is no need for a sandalwood * * * gold bottle. Autumn night brings love to Song and Zhu Shuzhen, and the slender crescent moon hangs at dusk, and people want to lose their souls in the secluded boudoir. The stationery is unpacked and changed, but the glass is lifted carelessly. snuff burns his heart, and the sleeves are long for tears. It is better to regret the lack of romance, and it is important to know that love is. Jiang Mei has passed the willow, and the rain is wet on the swing at dusk. The voice is slow. Song Qingzhao looks for it, and it is cold and desolate. When it is warm and cold at first, it is the most difficult to stop. Three cups and two light wines can't compete with his late arrival! The wild goose is sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? Watching the window, how can you be black alone! The phoenix tree is drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad word! Drunken flowers Yin Song Li Qingzhao's mist is thick and cloudy, and the brain is full of sorrow forever. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night. After the wine is drunk at dusk in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance that fills the sleeves. Don't let it go. The curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang returns to Song Sushi's faint fragrance and floats in the dusk of the month. In front of the hall, there is a tree spring. Why does the east wind enter the west? Children often close their doors. Snow muscles are cold. Yu Rongzhen. The fragrant cheeks are not evenly distributed. I want to send flowers to Lingtou people. It's dusk in the south of the Yangtze River. The ice muscles of Yumei Song Sushi are naturally thin. After that, the long curtains are looking at dusk. When dusk comes, I'm fascinated. How can you bear to leave your slaves? I'm afraid it's easy to leave Lang, but it's hard to see Lang. It's like a dream to make you clear the courtyard of Nalan Xingde at dusk. Old hatred and new love are half. Who sees it? Who saw it? The pillow is red with tears.

3. What are the ancient poems describing the evening scenery?

a night-mooring near maple bridge

Tang Zhangji

frosty night, Jiang Feng, the fisherman, are worried about sleeping.

Visit Yuzhiguan in Gusu again

Xu Hun in Tang Dynasty

The dew in Yuchi is cold and the hibiscus is shallow, while the wind in Qiongshu is high and Ficus pumila is sparse.

crossing Wujiang

Tumu in Tang Dynasty

The night is longer when people are sparse, and the trees in Gusu City are far away.

when the moon turns to the blue sky, the magpie shadow moves, revealing the wet fluorescence of red grass.

wuyue nostalgia

Tang Liyuan

When Gusu was defeated, the clouds were colorless, and Fan Li swam freely.

the summer breeze blows the old city, and the moon misses the moth according to the barren trees.

Send someone to visit Wu

Tang Du Xunhe

The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Kirara.

I know from a distance that I haven't slept in the moon, and my homesickness is fishing songs.

(Meng Haoran)

now that the sun has set beyond the western range, valley after valley is shadowy and dim.

and now through pine-trees come the moon and the chill of evening, and my ears feel pure with the sound of wind and water.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

(Du Fu)

Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are all bright.

Look at the red and wet places, and flowers are more important than Jinguan City.

a night abroad

(Du Fu)

a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast.

the stars lean down from open space, and the moon comes running up the river.

from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou

(Meng Haoran)

with monkeys whimpering on the shadowy mountain, and the river rushing through the night.

and a wind in the leaves along both banks, and the moon athwart my solitary sail.

an autumn evening harmonizing cheng qin's poem

(Han Yi)

while a cold wind is creeping under my mat, and the city's naked wall grows pale with the autumn moon.

I see a lone wild-goose crossing the River of Stars, and I hear, on stone in the night, thousands of washing mallets

4. Ancient poems describing the evening scenery

Half the river is rustling and half the river is red.

the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.

Don't say it's late in Sang Yu, because the sky is still full of clouds.

the evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountains.

The independent small bridge is full of wind and sleeves, and the people in Pinglin Crescent return home.

hold a glass of wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave an evening photo among the flowers.

when will the sun set? There is nothing to do, but the flowers fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

In Gu Teng, the old trees are faint crows, the small bridges are flowing with water, the ancient roads are thin horses in the west wind, and the setting sun is setting, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.

The plain forest is vast with smoke, and the area around Hanshan is sad and blue.

On a cool night, the moonlight blooms on a clear day, and I miss the shadow of the Jade House and Yao Temple, and the sky shines on Qinhuai.

at dusk, I lean on Zhu Lan alone, and the southwest crescent moon is arched.

Attached are two favorite songs

Chilling and Sorrow, for the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest.

Everyone has no mood to drink, and nostalgia and blue boat urge him to send it.

Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked.

when I miss it, it's a thousand miles away, and the dusk is heavy.

Affection hurts parting since ancient times.

it's even worse, snubbing the clear autumn festival.

where do you wake up from the wine tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng and the waning moon.

this past year should be a good time and a good scene in name only.

there are thousands of customs, and who to talk to.

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

I follow the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moon on the riverside.

the river flows around fangdian, and the flowers and trees are like graupel in the moonlight.

the frost in the air doesn't fly, but you can't see it on the white sand.

there is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.

who saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue take photos at the beginning of the year?

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

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

the white clouds are gone, and the green maple is hard to worry about.

who's boating tonight? Where do you miss the bright moon building?

Poor people wander around the upstairs and the moon, so they should leave people to make up the mirror table.

The curtain of Yuhu couldn't be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

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

The swan goose flies in the sky, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water.

last night, I dreamt of falling flowers, but I didn't come home in spring.

the river flows away in spring, while the river falls on the moon and sets in the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the moon will shake the trees all over the river.

5. What are the poems describing the beautiful sunset

1. climbing in autumn for a view from the temple on the terrace of general wu

Date: Tang Author: Liu Changqing

the ancient terrace is old, so autumn breaks my homesick heart.

there are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated from the water.

sunset clings in the old defences, a stone gong shivers through the empty woods.

of the Southern Dynasty, what remains?, the Yangtze River is alone today.

The dilapidated vegetation of the ancient terrace has fallen, and the autumn scenery makes me homesick. There are few pedestrians in the monasteries in the wilderness, and it is even more deep to look at Yunfeng from the water. The setting sun is attached to the old city and slowly sets, and the empty forest resounds with sounds. Sentimental past in the Southern Dynasties is full of melancholy, only the Yangtze River flows from ancient times to the present.

2. the leyou tombs

Date: Tang Author: Li Shangyin

with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs.

the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.

Translation: In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, just near dusk.

3. Wuyixiang

Time: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi

Weeds are blooming beside Zhuque Bridge, and the sunset is setting at the entrance of Wuyixiang.

In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Translation: Some weeds are blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and only the sunset hangs at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into ordinary people.