Poems about morning and evening

1. Ancient poems describing morning, noon, dusk and night

Morning:

Watching the sunrise at Jinshan

Lu You

More the boat to Fuyu Mountain and enjoy the wonders in the early morning.

When the sun wheel broke out of the water, I felt that the river was wide.

The distant waves wrinkle the red scales, and the green mist opens the golden plate.

The light shines on the tower, and the blue sky floats in the clouds.

The poet lacks the power of writing, but he sings about the cold autumn moon.

Why should I look at Luofu? The sea is surging at night.

The first day

Wang Changling

On the first day, clean the golden boudoir and warm it up first by lighting it in front of the bed.

The oblique light enters the curtain and touches the silk tube slightly.

The cloud hair cannot be combed, and the poplar flowers are even more full.

The First Sun Shines on the Feng Tower

Li Yuzhong

The Rising Sun Yanyun Hall is the residence of the Emperor Chaoyang Zhu.

The broken clouds give rise to the majestic sky, and the pavilion is clear and empty.

The flowing colors are connected to the vermilion sill, and the brilliance shines on the sparse flowers.

In the morning scene of Yunxuan, the dawn is beginning to fade.

The fairy mountain is close to Hufu, and the phoenix wings of Xuanying are comfortable.

It’s like the Queen Mother passing by, traveling in a carriage with five clouds.

The first sunshine shines on Huaqing Palace

Chaisu

The first sunshine on Lingshan Mountain reveals the palace from far and near.

The shadows are moving in different directions, and the light is misty.

The fresh flowers harvest the late green leaves, and the sky is filled with good spirits.

Enter Linrun Hot Spring, and the building is deep and connected.

The title of Xuan is bright, and the moon is dimmed with beads.

When will the phoenix chariot be lucky? We will look at each other from this direction.

Noon:

Compassion for the farmers

Li Shen

It’s noon on the day of hoeing,

Sweat drips from the soil.

Who knows that eating on the plate is hard work every step of the way?

Dusk:

Spring Resentment

The sun sets through the screen window, and no one in the golden house sees any traces of tears.

Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.

Join the Army

In the Baichi Building in the west of Fenghuo City, I sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.

I even play the Qiang flute to close the mountains and the moon, without the worries of thousands of miles in the golden boudoir.

One of the two poems given as a gift

Upstairs, desire rests at dusk, and the moon is like a hook across the jade staircase.

The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they all face the same sorrow in the spring breeze.

Leyouyuan

Feeling unwell in the evening, I drove to Guyuan;

The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk.

Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden

All the flowers are swaying and the beauty is alone, taking over the charm of the small garden.

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.

The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul.

Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need to seal the gold bottle with a sandalwood board.

Bu Shuanzi

Outside the post station, beside the broken bridge, it is lonely and ownerless.

It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.

There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous.

It fell into pieces and turned into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.

Butterfly Love Flower

There are thousands of weeping willows outside the building,

If you want to stay young, spring will come back if you don't live long.

Just like catkins floating in front of the wind,

Follow the spring and see where it goes.

When I hear Du Yu in the green mountains and rivers,

I will be ruthless and don’t worry about others’ suffering.

Sending wine to spring without saying a word,

It rains lightly at dusk.

Shengchazi Lantern Festival

On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.

On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.

Night:

Stay at Jiande River

Move the boat to Yanzhu, and the guests will be worried about the new arrival at dusk.

The sky is open and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people

Autumn Thoughts

Liu Yuxi

The mountains are clear and the water is clear. Frost comes at night, and there are several trees. Dark red to light yellow.

Trying to go up to a high-rise building to clear your bones, it’s not like the spring scenery that makes people crazy. 2. Sentences describing morning, noon, evening and night

Morning

In the early morning, everything is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, and the dawn light slowly wakes up the sleeping creatures. The air is very cold. I row a small boat and slowly cross the sea of ??memory. I forget the time, but recall the past. The morning is refreshing and tranquil, the clouds are clear and the wind is clear. The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head, gradually fading, fading, turning into a faint blue smoke bordering the horizon. A soft mist rises from the river, and the mountains are painted with a soft milky white, white mist color Make everything hazy and psychedelic.

In the early morning, the small street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, the small street ushered in a warm morning. At this time, everything in the small street was shrouded in the soft morning light. The willow trees beside the road lowered their heads and accepted the morning light softly. The ground showers; the tall poplar trees are like the outstretched arms of a strong young man; the grass reveals a faint greenness from the moisture. What a beautiful summer morning. Just after the beginning of winter, the weather became cold. The withered yellow leaves, following the rustling cold wind, have thrown themselves into the embrace of Mother Earth. The mountains in the distance have become much thinner, the grass nearby has withered, and the branches are like naked puppets, twisting their bodies mechanically, as if saying goodbye to yesterday. Everywhere is depressed and yellow, which causes me endless melancholy.

Noon

Noon when the sun is shining, noon when the sun is blazing, noon when the sun is raging, noon when the sun is spitting fire

Noon: Police Officer Ochumelov Wearing a new military coat and holding a small bag in his hand, he walked through the market square. Behind him was a policeman with reddish brown hair, carrying a raspberry filled with confiscated gooseberries. There was silence all around.

Silence. ... There was not even a soul in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors, listlessly facing the world created by God, like hungry mouths. There wasn't even a beggar near the store door.

At noon in the dog days, the wind does not blow, the birds do not chirp, the cattle do not move, the valley is deathly silent/In the extremely hot noon, there is not a cloud in the sky, there is not a breeze in the space, and the air seems to be stagnant/ At noon, the scorching sun is shining brightly, and the weeds are sleeping in the heat. No one dares to walk under the sun/At noon in this summer, the mirror-like water surface reflects the strong sunlight, and the green willows and poplars on the shore cast a cool breeze on the river surface. The shadow of / Under the scorching sun at noon, people are hiding in the house, only thousands of cicadas are chirping noisily among the branches

"Spring Flowers"

The noon sunshine, vertically Shooting. The rippling clear water surface of the Huanglei River shines like carp, and the water vapor drifts to the villages along the river with the breeze. The roofs of the village were scorched by the warm spring sun, giving off a dry and scorched atmosphere. The cool water vapor tempers the dry and burnt smell, making it comfortable and pleasant.

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"Camel Xiangzi"

Evening: Summer evening is passionate and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; wearing a colorful skirt with lightly rolled temples; graceful and luxurious.

The sky is a light blue, sometimes with floating clouds, and they look like white cotton wool. The breeze blew their soft bodies, singing softly, and they traveled leisurely all the way.

When you lower your head and look at the roadside, the green grass and flowers are whispering. Then when you look up again, the pieces of cotton-like white clouds all turn into "horsetails" and disperse into the sky. ...

The setting sun is like blood, and the sky is filled with rays of rays.

I like the summer evening the most, the beauty is intoxicating and brilliant! The burning cloud covered the western sky, like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow base, with a light orange-red layer; a light blue ribbon was added to the orange-red; one end of the ribbon was fully unfolded, and a wide blood-colored silk scarf stretched further and further away to the horizon... This makes the sunset more vivid and red.

The distant mountains in the dusk are as dark and majestic as Daidai. In the vast sky, I saw the two poplars and green pine trees standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and they looked more vigorous and taller under the sunset. The whirling branches and leaves showed a touch of the afterglow of the setting sun. I saw the mottled setting sun hanging on the treetops, falling little by little. I quickly picked up my digital camera and captured that moment; snap! The beautiful silhouette - the tree: like a man who stands tall and tall, enters my "shutter"...

The mountain tops in the sunset are dignified and majestic. It makes me intoxicated and obsessed!

The night was getting darker, and the setting sun finally couldn't stand the temper of time and fell in the valley. The mountaintop swallowed up the last trace of the afterglow. Looking at the setting sun, I sighed, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk." The beautiful setting sun is so spectacular, but it is a short-lived moment. The day changes and the sun and moon cycle. What about life? Everyone is from infancy, youth, adulthood to old age. Where is everyone’s sunset? Will it all be so brilliant? Time flies by, flowers fall and bloom again, and youth never comes again!

The night is getting darker. The bud crescent moon has quietly hung in the sky without knowing when. The lights are on and the neon lights are flashing. A corner that used to be sparsely populated is now crowded with people. Usually I am most afraid of crowds, so I turned around and ran towards the quiet path to go home.

At this time, the streets were gradually filled with people and busy traffic. The metropolis fell into the bustle of night. Bypassing the bustling crowd and passing through the hustle and bustle, I stepped onto the path. Here are the soft weeping willows; here is the faint fragrance of grass, here is the thick evening scent, the charming fragrance floating in the evening breeze... 3. Ancient poems describing morning and evening

There are evening ones. : Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei) People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they are chirping in the spring stream. Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran) I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall. How many spring nights are happy with rain (Du Fu) Good rain knows the season, when spring will happen. The wind sneaks into the night, moistening things silently. The wild paths are dark with clouds, and the river boats are only bright. Look at the red wet place at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city. .Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng) The willows are overcast with drizzle and clear rain, and all the remaining flowers have fallen, and the wandering orioles are seen. The spring breeze blows the dream of hometown all night, and then chases the spring breeze to Luocheng. Describe the morning: The Zen temple behind Poshan Temple is often built. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sunshine Gao Lin.

The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.

All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes. Early trip to Shangshan Wen Tingyun Starting in the morning to recruit the priests, the guest is sad for his hometown.

The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall.

Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. Early hair under the bamboo, Fan Chengda, finished his morning makeup and broke through the cold, straddling the saddle and chatting away his tiredness.

Walking through the thin mist, you can see the overlapping mountains. The green smoke from the kitchen is as straight as the trees, and the green stream flows through the bridge bay.

The birds chirp as if to welcome guests, in a moment of love and no thought. Morning Breeze, The Book of Songs, [1] The morning breeze is suffocating in the northern forest.

I have never seen a gentleman, so I am worried. How? So much selflessness! There are bud oaks on the mountain and six thorns on the mountain.

I haven’t seen a gentleman yet, so I am worried and happy. How? So much selflessness! There are buds on the mountains and trees on the hills[2].

I haven’t seen a gentleman yet, and I feel like I’m drunk with worry. How? So much selflessness! Azuo Tao Yuanming, who was the first to compose the scriptures of joining the army and suppressing the army. When he was weak, he sent his affairs to others, but he cherished them in Qin Shu.

I am proud of being brown, and I am always empty. When the time comes, Gou Ming will meet, and Wan Li rests on the thoroughfare.

Tou Ce ordered me to dress in the morning, and I was temporarily separated from the garden. The lonely boat passed away, and I returned to Siyu.

My trip is not far away, more than a thousand miles up and down. My eyes are tired of the rivers and rivers, and my mind is thinking about the mountains and rivers.

Looking at the clouds, I feel ashamed to be a tall bird, and facing the water, I feel ashamed to swim in the fish. I really want to be in my lap at the beginning, who can say that my appearance is restricted.

After chatting and changing, we finally returned to Bansheng's house. Drinking Chapter 9 Tao Yuanming: When I hear knocking on the door in the morning, I pour my clothes and open them.

Ask for whom? Father Tian has a good idea. The pot of pulp is far away from the future, and I doubt that I will be good with the time.

"Under the tattered thatched eaves, there is not enough room for a high place to live. We are all the same in this life, and I hope you will gurgling the mud."

I deeply feel that my father's words are inconsistent with the few talents. You can learn how to be sincere, but it is not a mistake to go against yourself! And if you enjoy this drink, I will not be able to return.

----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- For the detailed content of the miscellaneous poem Zuo Si, go to Baidu to check the autumn wind, how bitter it is. , white dew is morning frost. The soft branches are strong day and night, and the green leaves are yellow day and night.

The bright moon rises above the cloud cliff, and the clear light flows. The pavilion is draped in the front courtyard, and the geese are flying in the morning.

Gao Zhiju is everywhere, but he is guarding the empty hall. Strong teeth do not stay forever, but they are always generous at the end of the year.

----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- To learn the details of Liu Gongqian's body photo, go to Baidu to check Hu Fengchui The first snowfall, a thousand miles to the Longshan Mountain. On Jijunyao stage, two couplets were flying in front of them.

In order to be beautiful in the morning, you should avoid the bright sun. On the Peach and Plum Festival, the sun is too bright to be beautiful.

----------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- Check the details of "Yong Shi Bao Zhao" on Baidu.com. Wealth is strong, Sanchuan is good at raising reputation. If you don't have a hundred gold, you will die, and if you know the scriptures, you will have a high position.

The twelve thoroughfares of the capital are lined with flying beasts. Officials wear beautiful tassels, tourists wear light bridles.

The stars are still in the morning, and the clouds have arrived. The guests and the royal family are chattering, and the horses and saddles are shining brightly.

The cold and heat are at once, prosperous and springy. Junping is alone and lonely, and his life experience is abandoned. 4. Sentences describing morning, noon, evening and night

In the early morning, everything is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, and the dawn slowly wakes up the sleeping creatures.

The air is cool and cold, rowing a small boat, slowly crossing the sea of ??memory, forgetting time, but recalling the past. The morning is refreshing and tranquil, the clouds are clear and the wind is clear. The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head, gradually fading, fading, turning into a faint blue smoke bordering the horizon. A soft mist rises from the river, and the mountains are painted with a soft milky white, white mist color Make everything hazy and psychedelic.

In the early morning, the small street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, the small street ushered in a warm morning. At this time, everything in the small street was shrouded in the soft morning light. The willow trees beside the road lowered their heads and accepted the morning light softly. The ground showers; the tall poplar trees are like the outstretched arms of a strong young man; the grass reveals a faint greenness from the moisture.

What a beautiful summer morning. Just after the beginning of winter, the weather became cold.

With the rustling cold wind, the withered yellow leaves have fallen into the embrace of Mother Earth. The mountains in the distance have become much thinner, the grass nearby has withered, and the branches are like naked puppets, twisting their bodies mechanically, as if saying goodbye to yesterday.

The depression and yellowness everywhere caused me endless melancholy. Noon, noon when the sun is shining brightly, noon when the sun is blazing in the sky, noon when the sun is raging, noon when the sun is spitting fire. Noon: Police officer Ochumelov is wearing a new military coat and holding a small bag in his hand, walking through the market square.

Behind him was a policeman with reddish-brown hair, holding a raspberry filled with confiscated gooseberries. There was silence all around.

…There was not even a soul in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors, listlessly facing the world created by God, like hungry mouths.

There was not even a beggar near the store door. At noon in the dog days, the wind does not blow, the birds do not chirp, the cattle do not move, the valley is deathly silent/It is an extremely hot noon, there is not a cloud in the sky, there is not a breeze in the space, the air seems to be stagnant/At noon, the scorching sun is shining, and the weeds are Sleeping in the heat, no one dares to walk in the sun/In this summer noon, the mirror-like water surface reflects the strong sunlight, and the green willows and poplars on the shore cast cool shadows on the river/In the scorching sun at noon The servants were all hiding in the house, and only thousands of cicadas among the branches were noisily singing "Spring Flowers". The sunshine at noon was shining vertically.

The rippling clear water surface of the Huanglei River shines like carp, and the water vapor drifts to the villages along the river with the breeze. The roofs of the village were scorched by the warm spring sun, giving off a dry and scorched atmosphere.

The cool moisture relieves the dry and burnt smell, making it comfortable and comfortable. ---------------------------- "Luotuo Xiangzi" Evening: Summer evening is passionate and beautiful.

Like an elegant young woman; wearing a colorful skirt with lightly rolled temples; graceful and luxurious. The sky is a light blue, sometimes with floating clouds, and the clouds look like white cotton wool.

The breeze blew their soft bodies, singing softly, and they traveled leisurely all the way. When you lower your head and look at the roadside, the green grass and flowers are whispering. Then when you look up again, the pieces of cotton-like white clouds all turn into "horsetails" and disperse into the sky. ... The setting sun is like blood, and the sky is filled with rays of rays.

I like the summer evening the most, the beauty is intoxicating and brilliant! The burning cloud covered the western sky, like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow base, with a light orange-red layer; a light blue ribbon was added to the orange-red; one end of the ribbon was fully unfolded, and a wide blood-colored silk scarf stretched further and further away to the horizon... This makes the sunset more vivid and red.

The distant mountains in the dusk are as dark and majestic as Daidai. In the vast sky, I saw the two poplars and green pine trees standing on the top of the mountain.

The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and they looked more vigorous and taller under the sunset. The whirling branches and leaves showed a touch of the afterglow of the setting sun. I saw the mottled setting sun hanging on the treetops, falling little by little.

I quickly picked up my digital camera and captured that moment; snap! The beautiful silhouette of the tree: like a man standing tall, entered my "shutter"... The mountain tops in the sunset are solemn and majestic. It makes me intoxicated and obsessed! The night was getting darker, and the setting sun finally couldn't stand the temper of time and fell in the valley. The mountaintop swallowed up the last trace of the afterglow.

Looking at the setting sun, I sighed, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk." The beautiful setting sun is so spectacular, but it is a short-lived moment.

The day changes and the sun and moon cycle. What about life? Everyone is from infancy, youth, adulthood to old age.

Where is everyone’s sunset? Will it all be so brilliant? Time flies by, flowers fall and bloom again, and youth never comes again! The night grew darker. The bud crescent moon has quietly hung in the sky without knowing when.

The lights are on and the neon lights are flashing. A corner that used to be sparsely populated is now crowded with people.

Usually I am most afraid of crowds, so I turned around and ran towards the quiet path to go home. At this time, the streets were filled with people and traffic.

The metropolis fell into a bustling night. Bypassing the bustling crowd and passing through the hustle and bustle, I stepped onto the path.

There are soft weeping willows here; there is a faint fragrance of grass here, and there is a strong tuberose here, and the charming fragrance is floating in the evening breeze...

5. Ancient poems describing morning and evening

At night there are: Birds singing in the stream (Wang Wei) People are busy, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky. The moonrise scares the birds, singing in the spring stream. Spring dawn ( Meng Haoran) Sleeping in spring without waking up, I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the falling flowers know how many spring nights are happy with rain (Du Fu) Good rain knows the season, when spring will happen. The wind sneaks into the night, moistening things silently. The clouds on the wild paths are black , the fire on the river boat is only bright. At dawn, I can see the red and wet places, and the flowers are heavy in Guancheng. In Spring (Wu Yuanheng), the willows are overcast and drizzle is clear, and all the remaining flowers have fallen, and the wandering orioles can be seen. The spring breeze blows the dream of hometown all night, and then I chase the spring breeze to Luocheng. .Describe the morning: It is said that the Zen temple behind Poshan Temple was often built. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.

All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes. Early trip to Shangshan Wen Tingyun set out to recruit priests in the morning, and it was sad for him to travel to his hometown.

The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall.

Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. Early hair under the bamboo, Fan Chengda finished his morning makeup and broke through the cold, straddling the saddle and chatting away his tiredness.

Walking through the thin mist, you can see the overlapping mountains. The green smoke from the kitchen is as straight as the trees, and the green stream flows through the bridge bay.

The birds chirp as if to welcome guests, in a moment of love and no thought. Morning Breeze The Book of Songs [1] The morning breeze is suffocating in the northern forest.

I haven’t seen a gentleman yet, so I am worried. How how? So much selflessness! There are bud oaks on the mountain, and there are six ridges on the mountain.

I haven’t seen a gentleman yet, so I am worried and happy. How how? So much selflessness! There are buds on the mountains and trees on the hills[2].

I haven’t seen a gentleman yet, and I feel like I’m drunk with worry. How how? So much selflessness! Tao Yuanming, who was weak and old, sent a message to others, but he cherished it in Qin Shu.

I am proud of being brown, and I am always empty. When the time comes, Gou Ming will meet, and Wan Li rests on the thoroughfare.

Tou Ce ordered me to dress in the morning, and I was temporarily separated from the garden. The lonely boat passed away, and I returned to Siyu.

My trip is not far away, more than a thousand miles up and down. My eyes are tired of the rivers and rivers, and my mind is thinking about the mountains and rivers.

Looking at the clouds, I feel ashamed to be a tall bird, and facing the water, I feel ashamed to swim in the fish. I really want to be in my lap at the beginning, who can say that my appearance is restricted.

After chatting and changing, we finally returned to Bansheng's house. Drinking Chapter 9 Tao Yuanming heard knocking on the door early in the morning, poured out his clothes and opened it himself.

Ask for whom? Father Tian has a good idea. The pot of pulp is far away from the future, and I doubt that I am good with the time.

"Under the tattered thatched eaves, there is not enough room for a high place to live. We are all the same in this life, and I hope you will gurgling the mud."

I deeply feel that my father's words are inconsistent with the few talents. You can learn how to be sincere, but it is not a mystery if you go against yourself! And if you enjoy this drink, I will not be able to return.

----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- For details of the miscellaneous poem Zuo Si, go to Baidu to check how the autumn wind is biting. , white dew is morning frost. The soft branches are strong day and night, and the green leaves are yellow day and night.

The bright moon rises above the cloud cliff, and the clear light flows. The pavilion is draped in the front courtyard, and the geese are flying in the morning.

Gao Zhiju is everywhere, but he is guarding the empty hall. Strong teeth do not stay forever, but they are always generous at the end of the year.

----------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------Learn the details of Liu Gong's body photo and check Hu Fengchui on Baidu The first snowfall, a thousand miles to the Longshan Mountain. On Jijunyao stage, two couplets were flying in front of them.

In order to be beautiful in the morning, you should avoid the bright sun. On the Peach and Plum Festival, the sun is too bright to be beautiful.

----------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------Check the details of "Yong Shi Bao Zhao" on Baidu.com Wudujin Wealth is strong, Sanchuan is good at raising reputation. If you don't have a hundred gold in the market, you will die, and if you have a clear scripture, you will have a high position.

The twelve thoroughfares of the capital are lined with flying beasts. Officials wear beautiful tassels, tourists wear light bridles.

The stars are still in the morning, and the clouds have arrived. The guests and the royal family are chattering, and the horses and saddles are shining brightly.

The cold and heat are at once, prosperous and springy. Junping is alone and lonely, and his life experience is abandoned. 6. Poems describing dusk

1. Ru Meng Ling·Fiber Moon Dusk Courtyard

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Fiber Moon Dusk Courtyard, language Secret translation teaches drunkenness. Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.

Translation

In the courtyard at dusk, with the moon in the sky, the two of them kept talking about love, and their drunkenness gradually disappeared. Now, the lovers have met each other for a long time. I wonder if it is true love in people's hearts? Or is it fake? Old hatreds and new loves, old feelings and new resentments are intertwined and cannot be explained clearly. Who can see me sad and longing, sleepless for a long time, my face red and full of tears, soaking the coral pillow?

2. Poppy: Listening to Chengtoujiao again at dusk

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Listening to Chengtoujiao again at dusk, I became ill and felt bad. When the medicine furnace first boils, it is short and green, without the residual fragrance and half a ray of emotion.

Passionate people have been prone to illness since ancient times, and a clear mirror pities the clear shadow. With a snap of the fingers, tears flowed like silk, and the east wind stopped sending beauties to know.

Translation

At dusk, I heard the sound of horns coming from the top of the city again. Being ill, I reluctantly sat up and was in a bad mood. The medicine has just been boiled, the lamps and candles are emitting a green flame, and the incense that is about to burn out emits half a wisp of green smoke, which evokes infinite sadness.

Since ancient times, passionate people have always been sick. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard appearance. Reading a sentence of your "Flicking the Fingers", tears suddenly fell down. Please don't tell Dongfeng how much I missed you when I was ill.

3. Jiang Shenzi · It’s still raining at dusk

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The old preface of Gongji says: The heavy snow is pregnant with the envoy Zhu Kang, and he also knows the envoy. I also thought about it and wrote "Jiang Shenzi" to send it.

It is still raining at dusk. Open the curtain at dawn and want to flatten the eaves. Jiang Yue: The sky is low and there is nowhere to see the green curtain. Who can accompany me when I sit alone and groan in the cold? Wipe the sick eyes and twist the weak beard.

Make your guest drunk and tired. Crystal salt, sweet for whom? Holding plum blossoms in hand, looking eastward to recall Tao Qian. Snow is like old people and everyone is like snow. Although it is cute, some people dislike it.

Translation

At dusk yesterday, there was still a thin drizzle in the sky. When I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, I found that the heavy snow was almost even with the eaves. The river is wide and the sky is low, and the white snow has covered the wine flags in the riverside taverns. I sit alone in the cold and recite poetry. Who is there to accompany me? Wipe the dim eyes and stroke the aging beard.

You may be hosting a banquet for guests. To whom is this snow as transparent as crystal salt a delicacy? Holding the plum blossoms in my hand, I looked eastward and thought of Tao Qian. The snow is like an old friend, and the old friend is like snow. Although he is cute, he is afraid that "someone will dislike him".

4. Dielianhua·The courtyard is a little deep

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

The courtyard is a little deep, with willows piled in smoke and countless curtains . The jade carving saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.

It’s rainy and windy at the end of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

Translation

The courtyard is deep, I don’t know how deep it is? Willows are falling, pieces of smoke are flying, and there are countless layers of curtains. The luxurious carriages and horses were parked at the place where the noble princes had fun. She climbed up the stairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the road leading to Zhangtai.

Spring has come to an end, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how heavy the door blocks the dusk scenery, it cannot retain the spring spirit. With tears in her eyes, she asked Luo Hua if she knew my thoughts. Luo Hua remained silent and flew out of the swing bit by bit in a mess.

5. Shengchazi·Yuan Xiu

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.

The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk.

On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I can’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.

(Wet Tears: One Work: Full)

Translation

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime.

The moon rises above the willow trees, and he invites me to chat with him after dusk.

During the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I can no longer see my old friends from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.