Poems praising darkness

1. Poems describing darkness, ancient poems describing "darkness":

1. The voice is slow and exploratory.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?

Interpretation: Looking out the window coldly, how can you stay up until dark alone?

2. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

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

Interpretation: The sky of the field path is dark, and only a little fishing fire on a fishing boat by the river gives off a ray of light, which is particularly bright.

3. "The drunken book in Wang Hu Building on June 27th"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

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.

Interpretation: Dark clouds surge up, just like splashing ink, but there is a mountain on the horizon, which is clear and fresh, and the splash caused by heavy rain is like white beads and gravel, splashing on the boat.

4. "His servant Zhang shoots the next song, third"

Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun

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

Interpretation: On a quiet night, geese fly high, and Khan escapes quietly in the dark.

5. "I read it in the book on the night of the boat."

Qing Dynasty: Cha Shen Xing

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

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

6. He Xinlang 9

Song Dynasty: Liu Kezhuang

Zhan Zhan's sky is dark, which is even more impressive. It is drizzling and confusing.

Interpretation: The dark sky is dark, mixed with oblique wind and drizzle. Really unbearable, utterly confused, countless worries intertwined.

7. "Song of Wheel Tower" Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition

Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

From the watchtower to the west, smoke billowed, and the Han army camped north of Luntai.

Commentary: Looking at the smoke billowing from the west tower, the Han army camped in the north of Luntai.

8. "Good things in the near autumn dawn on Lotus Peak"

Song dynasty: Lu you

Bright, red dragonfly, dark thunderstorm.

Interpretation: With a roar, my cane in the Temple of Heaven turned into a flying dragon; Thunder rumbled, the rain poured down, and the four peaks were at a loss.

9. "Drunk, chanting the eagle"

Qing Dynasty: Chen Weisong

When the dark day of the month comes, it is the time for eagles to hunt. At such a moment, I miss you very much!

Interpretation: The moonlight is hazy and the beach is yellow. I miss you so much at this moment!

10. Two poems in "Returning to the Land and Dusk Zen"

Song Dynasty: Tang Geng

Rain is always dark, and spring is everywhere.

Interpretation: It just rained for a while, and then it was gloomy and deserted, as if another rain was brewing. Spring returns to the earth, and everything is green.

2. Are there any poems praising the darkness? The more, the better the sunset.

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At six o'clock in the afternoon, the evening breeze blew.

The sun is like a persimmon that is eroding.

Roll into the distant Woods.

My feet are walking slowly in the wind.

City. Lawn. A kite flying against the wind

Surrounded by noise

I just need a look or a gesture.

You can make the whole night dark.

But how long do I have to walk in the sunset?

Fall down. Soaring. Revelry. die

The old man sat in the wind.

At dusk, hold your breath.

The pores no longer sound.

Looking at the sunset in the distance from the color of blood

Rot into large pieces of black

keep one's countenance

Second,

Six p. m. Actually, it's only six o'clock in the afternoon.

Ants live by luck.

The world is divided by light bit by bit.

The lights in the wind are hot and cold.

At this moment

I will remember the color of the lamp.

Remember the midnight song?

Remember a ringing horse.

How to fly over the window

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The wind blows

Never come back.

A man came quietly.

A person is secretly sad.

Someone in the midnight light

Sew a button.

A needle or thread-a little property

Wear both sides of the cloth

One side is thought.

One side is fatigue.

At that time, I will remember.

Bashu mother

And my father who didn't go home.

However, the sun always sets.

What else is invisible?

Relatives left one by one.

Relatives came one after another.

Is there anything else we haven't seen?

Is there anything we don't remember? !

Sunset world

Make everything bright.

Blurred years

I'm in a flash of light

Looking for a glass of broken wine and old friends

But I-

I still can't remember.

Don't remember the dying bell

How many buttonwood trees were shot down?

Homeless migratory birds

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One night.

Let many people wander in their dreams.

Street lights flashing

The waves are under the tree.

Who will come at night?

Touch the night in Maoming

Darkness puts the word snow

Put it in the book

My children who grew up in the south are eager for snow.

a snow

A world dyed white.

A snow washed the world into a world.

But the sun is going down.

The wind on the road tightened for a while.

I walked along the water of Xiaodong River.

Walk bit by bit

There are many things to remember.

There are many things forgotten again.

I'll tell my children.

The color of snow

And the old house in my hometown

Under the gray tiles.

Those lights that are beyond redemption.

……

The sun finally went down.

When I want it.

3. What are the poems describing darkness? 1, and Xia Sai Qu by Zhang Fushe. The third Tang dynasty: under the bright moonlight, geese soar, and the chiefs of Lulun and Tatar flee in the dark.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. In the dead of night, the dark clouds covered the moon, the geese on the horizon flew in surprise, and the Khan army wanted to sneak away while it was dark.

Just as I wanted to lead the light cavalry to chase all the way, the heavy snow fell on the bow and knife. 2. In the Qing Dynasty, as seen in "The Night Book of the Boat", it was dark and windy in the moon, and a little firefly was lonely.

Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars. There is no moon in the dark night, only the lights on fishing boats, and the lonely lights glow a little like fireflies in the boundless night.

Breeze bursts, the river ripples, fishing lights are scattered on the water, and the river seems to have moved countless stars. 3. Shooting music with Zhang Fu. The second Tang dynasty: the forest was dark and the wind was blowing, but Lu Lun and the general tried to shoot at night.

Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone. 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: Zhan Zhan in "Liu Kezhuang" is dark.

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. 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 originality in this 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 Manyun's purple plug is three thousand Li Qing: Nalan Xingde Huang Yun's purple plug is three thousand Li, and the cock crows on the west side of the female wall.

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. The frontier is thousands of miles long, and 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.

This poem describing night has no title.

(Li Shangyin)

The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

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(Li Shangyin)

You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

Spend the night on Jiande River.

(Meng Haoran)

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .

Chusek

(Du Mu)

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

During the day, the order is as cool as water at night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega.

Black is the purest color, symbolizing the dawn. It's dark.

This is reality. Where there is light, there is no black, but where is light in the world? Where there is light, there is darkness. This is the reality. So I admire it. Although I yearn for the light, I don't want to be blinded by it, so I want to see the reality. I want to recognize the stains in the world by myself, and I want to be vigilant at all times.

It is changeable. It can be a foil. It has no light itself, because it highlights the brilliance of other things. With it, white appears whiter. With it, the light is brighter. Can also dominate. When there is no other color to stand out from its shoulders, it can stand alone and emit its own color, so I praise it. When others display their talents, I can be the night sky to set off their light. And when no one can support it

When it comes to the overall situation, I can be unique.

It is mature, capable, calm and calm, which naturally reminds people of wisdom, calmness and trust.

It's always deep. As steady as Mount Tai, eclectic, but black is still black.

It won't change its character. It is like a winding mountain. No matter how stormy it is, it is still a mountain. After the storm, it looks more elegant.

This is a precious symbol. Black pearls, black peonies and black roses are the best proof.

If there is anything wrong with black, it is black gauze. But this is a continuation of human nature and a manifestation of people's mourning.

So I admire it. Because I am a flesh and blood person, I don't want to forget what little humanity I have in the towering concrete forest and the indifferent city.

6. Master, can you write a poem praising the darkness?

I am alive.

in the dark

I plunder

in the dark

I search

in the dark

I eat.

in the dark

My emperor is still alive.

in the dark

My emperor plundered

in the dark

My emperor search

in the dark

My emperor eats.

Darkness will rule the world! ! !

Black eyes

So melancholy and hateful

Look carefully for the light.

When the light fled in fear before him

When our wishes are about to come true at your feet.

Shadow will conquer the world.

This is the moment when our emperor ascended the throne!

In any corner of the earth, at any time limit.

Darkness will always exist!

Long live Satan!

I can see the red light, and I bow to my ruler (Satan). Holding the hand of my dark sister lilth, I am wandering on my road to redemption! I am one of the few chosen people! We will create a new world together! We will live in a world without God and his army. However, before we leave this world, we will swear to fight, for our eternal pursuit, our goal, to destroy heaven and ",God and" ... Riggs Sa Tanas! Hell Satan! Long live Mr Tanas! In our world! Shemhamforash！

The devil sent an angry cow,

Its number is 666.

This is for the arrival of Satan.

The beast ... cleared the left path from the true Christians.

When he cleared the way, this was the moment when Satan came.

Satan, our father, our emperor, we ...

Your subjects,

Still haven't wiped out the enemy,

But this moment is coming,

All Christians will be killed,

Then darkness will rule the world ~!

Long live Satan ~