Poems, lyrics, songs and text messages about the setting sun and sunset

Send Lingche to Liu Changqing

The bells of Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple are ringing late. The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance.

Passing the old house and the connected house

How do you feel about the clouds and tears on the sea, the ashes of the robbery and the chaos?

The willows are swaying outside the horse barracks, and the dreamy rain and the setting sun cannot be tolerated.

Encourage old friend Ma Dai to join me on the riverbank.

Drinking with old friends and singing long songs to blow up the north wind. The setting sun is high and the barrier is closed, and the mountains are empty at dusk in autumn.

The geese cry on the cold current, and the fireflies fly in the mist. When you sit down, your hair will turn gray, and you will have to serve in the army for a long time.

Xilang Mountain Cao Ye

Why does Xilang face the west? I want to meet Donglang across the river.

Since ancient times, when friends met in good times, Donglang never hated the setting sun.

Inscribed by Du Mu of Zenzhi Temple in Yangzhou

After the rain, the cicadas made a noise, and the pines and osmanthus fluttered in the autumn. The steps are covered with moss, so the white birds stay late.

Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building. Who would have known that Zhuxi Road, where singing and singing are played, is from Yangzhou.

Nanxiangzi Feng Yansi

The drizzle wets the streamer, and the fragrant grass grows with hatred every year. There are endless things in the Yansuo Fenglou, and the Luan mirror and the mandarin quilt are heartbroken.

The dream of the soul is melodious, and the embroidered bed is covered with poplar flowers when I sleep. Fortunately, the door is ajar and the setting sun brings you a few lines of spring tears.

Linjiang Immortal Mao Wenxi

The sound of cicadas falls into the setting sun at dusk, and the shadow of silver toads hangs over Xiaoxiang. The water beside Huangling Temple is blank. The red trees in the Chu River are separated by the mist and rain in Gaotang.

The fish lanterns moored on the shore are rustling in the wind, and the white duckweed scatters a strong fragrance in the distance. Ling'e's drums and harps rhyme with the Qing Dynasty. Zhu Xian is sad, the clouds are scattered and the sky is long.

Weichuan Tianjia Wang Wei

The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.

The pheasants and wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are dormant and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.

This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

Lang Tao Sha Liu Yuxi

The flowers on both sides of the Zhuojin River are washing the sand in the spring breeze.

The girl cuts off the mandarin duck brocade and sets the sunset glow in the middle.

Nanxiangzi Ouyang Jiong

The shore is far away and the sand is flat, the sun is setting and the evening glow is bright on the way home. The peacock has a self-pitying golden emerald tail, near the water, and recognizes pedestrians without being startled.

Bodhisattva Man Wen Tingyun

The real pearls fell from the jade fibers, and the flow was dark and wet, and the lead was thin. Spring dew □ Chaohua, autumn waves soaked in sunset.

The wind flows out of the heart. Looking at the thin lover, there is no trace of Luo Yi. ?

Jiang Chengzi No. 3 Su Shi

It rains and then clears in Phoenix Mountain. The water and wind are clear and the sunset is bright. A hibiscus bloomed gracefully. Where did the two egrets fly?

If you are interested, I admire Pingting.

Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river. Who can listen to my bitter feelings? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it.

No one can see it, but the peaks are green.

Dianhai Song Yang Shen

The dragon market on the seaside takes advantage of the spring, and the fish village in Jiangqu enjoys the sunset.

Peacocks walk through the parrot trees, and orioles fly to peck at the azaleas.

Yu Shunzhi responded with a poem from the distant purple clouds. Bai Juyi

The heart of an old friend thousands of miles away is solemn, and the end of one end is fragrant and purple.

The open sun reflects the sunset, and the wind and autumn water patterns are all over the painting.

If you want to cut the mattress, you will pity the broken leaves, and if you want to make the fur, you will pity the flowers.

It is better to sew an acacia quilt and miss you as much as I sleep.

Feasting at Tao's Pavilion by Li Bai

A secluded house in Quxiang, the home of a high-ranking scholar. When Chi Kai took a gallbladder mirror, Lin vomited out the flowers.

The green water hides the spring sun, and the green pavilion hides the sunset. If you hear that the string instrument is wonderful, Jin Gu cannot praise it.

The Scenery of the First Sunny Li Shimin

It is a joy to chat at sunset and enjoy the first clear sky. The sun shines with hundreds of colors, and the wind stirs thousands of green trees.

The fish jumping in the pond are different, and the birds in the garden are singing differently. Those who send messages of enlightenment know that things are beyond their reach.