Poetry about sunset

1. Poetry about Sunset Seeing the sun, all his glory

It's just that it's close to night now.

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road, the west wind and the thin horse,

The sun went down,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

There is a sunset in the autumn mountain. "

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

The sky is red, the clouds are west and the ground is flat, at the foot of the sun —— Three Poems of Qiang Village by Tang Du Fu

The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, and it is buried by the coming night —— A Journey to Paradise by Tang Shangyin.

Deep trees grow in the dusk, while small buildings grow in the sunset —— On Tang Tara's Yangzhou Zen Temple

A setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half the river is rustling and half the river is red —— Ode to Mujiang by Tang Juyi

4. Old age

It's dusk,

Look at the end of the world by the fence.

Tianya Road:

When the sun goes down,

River of no return.

Moving like running water, still like jade,

God suggested that I live in the sky.

Living in the sky:

A dream in Yaotai,

Very insightful.

2. An ancient poem describing the sunset. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.

Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, the sun sets, and there are heartbroken people everywhere.

Wild geese fall outside in smoke, cicadas sing the sunset.

Think more about inkstones and ink, and write cold smoke and sunset.

The Baling Bridge is gurgling with water, and the figure passes by in the sunset.

Wipe the shadow of the wild mountain, frivolous crow's back

When the city is half down, Pu Yuan sinks early to promote the boat.

There are several embroiderers in the boudoir, and no one leans on the bamboo house.

Desolation is unique to Xianyang, and grass is always connected with grass.

There is no wind at dusk, and the beach towel is in the sunset.

It's okay in the evening, and the sky is on credit in autumn.

The bluebirds are flat, and the mangroves are far away from the sunset.

The water is wide and charming, and the wind clears the throat.

The tall building is not built, and the jade hook in the sky is oblique.

The color in the distance is even higher than tall trees, and the back light shines on the building.

Turning to the shadow of geese, I am more worried about bugs.

The smoke is long and separated first, but it has not been collected for a long time in summer.

Deng Hua knows it can go on, but it shines in the new house.

3. A touch of sunset, a pool of river flowers, a shade, cicadas. Choose two sentences to describe a touch of sunset, a touch of sunset in the water, half a river rustling, half a river red.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. In The Book of Songs, there are Fusu Mountain, Fusu Mountain and Aihehuashan Mountain.

If you don't see your son, you will see madness. There are small trees on the mountain and lotus flowers in the swamp.

I didn't see a handsome man, but I met a frivolous madman. 2. The Book of Songs. The national wind is a paradox, which is related to Pu and He.

Beauty hurts. Sleep and do nothing, it's raining cats and dogs.

Poetry: By the swamp, cattail lotus blooms. There is a handsome man there. How can I be spoiled?

I can't sleep all night, and I can't stop crying. Lotus has appeared in the Book of Songs.

Although it is borrowed from mountains and rivers, it also comes from lotus poems of past dynasties. Therefore, I was elected.

3, "Li Sao" (excerpt) pre-Qin. Qu Yuan was clothed with lotus and hibiscus. I don't know. It's embarrassing. I feel like I believe it! Self-translated poem: cut violet for fashion, sew white lotus for clothes. You don't know what I like. Your loyalty is as beautiful as a flower.

4, Jiangnan Han Yuefu Jiangnan can pick lotus leaves, lotus leaves. Fish are frolicking among the lotus leaves.

Fish hits the lotus leaf, and fish hits the lotus leaf. Fish hit the south of the lotus leaf, fish hit the north of the lotus leaf.

5, Qingyang Du Jin, Yuefu Qinghe covered with green water, hibiscus red and fresh. There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above.

Jiangnan Jiangnan can pick lotus, and lotus leaves are sweet. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north.

The lotus leaf skirt in Changling, Wang Song is cut in monochrome, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face. Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.

Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

A plum blossom in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance, jade Qing and Yu Qiuyu, so she untied Luo Shang and went to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Lotus is clear. Shi Tao has a five-inch lotus leaf, and sticking to the waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women.

Love Lotus Song Dunyi's Flowers of Land and Water Plants is very complicated. Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, peonies have been loved all over the world.

Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside and straight inside, you can see from a distance that it is not ridiculous. Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu is full of green water and hibiscus is red and fresh. There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above.

◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly. Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red.

◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe. Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan.

Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason. May you return early, this lotus is fresh.

◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate. Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun.

Moving to the fish pond is a great loss. How to frost dew, should be with the canopy.

◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out. Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red.

The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly. The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself. You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.

The boat docked against the lotus. Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup.

◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi is born in quiet spring, sunny and fresh. Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke.

Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the flying frost fade. If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi.

◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river.

The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it. As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering.

◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.

This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.

◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant? Yao's seats were all set for the cool, but Jin was too late.

Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water. Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song.

◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple. It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust.

Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou. Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow.

Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon. It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond.

◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. ◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one.

My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.

Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet. Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing.

◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus. Three or five boats will go, singing loudly.

◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village.

◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn. Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly.

In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams. ◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

No one longs for love.