Poems describing autumn in Beijing

1. A poem about the night scene of Beijing

A poem about the night scene of Beijing 1. Who has a poem about the night scene of city lights

1. Looking at the Pleiades, the room is full of smoke and gloom. -

anonymous

2. The lights are on, the fire trees are silver, the market is like day, the red light is green, the wine is strange, the neon is flashing, and there are men and women.

3. Silent street lamps, like sentries waiting for inspection, stand upright and stare with bright eyes, always guarding the peace of this city. Rows and rows of street lamps continue to extend into the distance, and they converge into a colorful river. Occasionally, cars gallop away and fish swim in the river.

4. The night in the city is so charming. The lights are green, and the spots are away from the prosperity.

5. "Lights are everywhere in the city, and the Milky Way is in the middle of a river." Bai Juyi's

6. "The guest pavilion faces the small market, and the lights are bright at night." Wang Jian's Jiangguan

7. "The lights at the water's edge are gradually passing by, and there are three stars in the sky." Qin Guan's Nan Gezi

8. "The lights have been closed in the first half of the first month, and the flowers in the south of the mountain are in turmoil." The fisherman's pride by Wang Anshi

9. In front of our eyes, it is a layer upon layer of colorful light, a sea of bright lights, and we can't tell where the stars in the sky are and where the lights on earth are, or whether the stars in the sky have fallen into the world and the lights on earth are also open in the starry sky.

1. At night, lights shine brightly everywhere in Rongcheng. Shuttle cars, towering street lamps, magnificent shopping malls and bustling crowds make this city look enchanting and beautiful. What a city that never sleeps!

11. if the weather is fine, the stars in the sky and the lights on the ground complement each other and blend with each other, and you can't tell which is the star and which is the light.

2. What are the poems describing night scenes

1. an autumn evening in the mountains

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks.

bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.

Translation:

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain. At night, the air is cool, as if it were autumn. The bright moon shed clear light from the pine gap, and the clear spring water flowed on the rocks. The bamboo forest is noisy and knows that the laundry girl is back, and the lotus leaves are swaying like a canoe. The wheatgrass in spring may as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.

2. Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding.

and the autumn wind is blowing my heart, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass.

oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!.

Translation:

There is moonlight in Chang 'an City, and thousands of households are smashing clothes. The autumn wind blows the sound of smashing clothes, and everyone misses the people guarding the border. When can we quell the border war and let my husband end his expedition?

3. Autumn Nightingale

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Gui Bo was born with a faint autumn dew, but he was thin and didn't change clothes.

Yin Zheng worked hard at night, but she was afraid of leaving her room.

Translation:

When the moon first rises, the autumn dew is already thin, and I am wearing thin Luo clothes without changing other clothes. The long night was full of deep affection for the silver zither, and I was afraid of staying alone, so I couldn't bear to go into the house to sleep.

4. a night-mooring on the jiande river

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.

how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.

Translation:

Docking the boat in a smoky little continent, new worries come back to the guest's mind at dusk. The wilderness is boundless and the sky is darker than a tree, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

5. Mountain Temple Up at Night

Qing Dynasty: Jiangyan

The moon rises on the top of the rock, and a stream of smoke shines on it. Smoke is as white as a cloud and flows to the front of the wild temple.

open the door and cherish the night view, and pay attention to the frosty days. No one can sleep alone in the mountains when he sees the homeless.

Translation:

The moon rises from the rocks, and its shining light makes the stream smoke around. The color of the smoke is as white as a cloud, and the stream gurgles to the temple in this wilderness. Open the door, enjoy the night scene and look up at the deep cold night sky. Who has ever seen a homeless man like me, lonely and unable to sleep in this deep mountain?

3. Urgent

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Liu Yuxi: Wuyi Lane

There are weeds beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. The swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie an have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

Du Fu's Two Memories of the Past

Memories of the past when Kaiyuan was in its heyday, and there were still thousands of families in the small town. Rice is fat and white, and public and private warehouses are rich.

there are no tigers on the road in Kyushu, so you can travel far without any pains. Qi Wan, Lu Mao, drives a car class, and men plow and women mulberry.

the sage in the palace plays the cloud gate, and all the friends in the world are glued. There has been no catastrophe for more than a hundred years, and uncle Sun Lile learned Xiao He's law.

I don't know that a silk is worth 1, yuan, and there are fields that are bleeding today. Luoyang Palace burned out, and the ancestral temple newly removed the fox and rabbit caves.

I can't bear to ask about my old age when I am sad, but I'm afraid that I'll leave at first. My junior minister Lu Blunt is powerless, and the court remembers the rank of Meng Lu.

Zhou Xuan looked up to my emperor and spilled blood on Jianghan's physical weakness.

sapphire case Xin Qiji in Yuan Xi Song Dynasty

Thousands of trees are blooming in the easterly night, and the stars are raining down. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The phoenix flute is moving, the jade pot is turning, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

the moth, the willow and the golden thread, are laughing and fragrant. Looking for him in the crowd, I suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

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On Qixi (the Five Dynasties and the Later Tang Dynasty), Yang Pu

didn't know what it meant, so she had to invite Weaver Maid to make a golden shuttle. Every year, begging is clever with the world, but there are many ingenious ways.

Sauvignon Blanc Li Bai

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Insects hum of autumn by the gold brim of the well, a thin frost glistens like little mirrors on my cold mat, the high lantern flickers; and deeper grows my longing, I lift the shade and, with many a sigh, gaze upon the moon and single as a flower, centred from the clouds. Above, I see the blueness and deepness of sky, below, I see the greenness and the restlessness of water. Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain?.

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Born scum

Ouyang Xiu

Last year, the flower market lights were like day. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me. On the first night of this year, the flowers and lights are still the same. I didn't see last year's people, and tears filled my sleeves.

On the moonlit night (Liu Fangping)

The moon was half full, and the big dipper was languid in the south. Tonight, I know that the spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen.

qi Ji doesn't sleep

he doesn't want to sleep all night, and the virtual hall closes and reopens. But I left the shadow of the lamp and stayed until the moonlight came. Fallen leaves live in nests, and flying fireflies are worth my return. Dawn blows the scripture case, a wick of white sandalwood ash.

4. sentences describing the bustling night scene of the city

Bright starry sky Everyone says that the starry sky at night is very beautiful, and the stars twinkle in the universe, just like blinking their eyes, so lovely.

what a wonderful thing it would be to add a big, round and golden moon hanging in the sky. Everything I say will always come across.

In my memory, one night, while listening to Jay Chou's "Nocturne" with an MP3 player, I walked out of the balcony and looked at the beautiful night sky. The night was so beautiful that people were full of praise. I first look at the beautiful night sky, and then look at the night light of the city. It is simply beautiful and no one can stop it! In the universe, there are countless stars and planets flashing in the light of the sun. When people see them, they think they are the light of the stars themselves, but they are actually the light of the sun. However, people still think they are beautiful.

when I look at the golden moon and the twinkling stars in the universe, I have a feeling that it is very beautiful. Every time I look at a star, I want to reach out and pick a star, and I want to grab a handful. I will not let go of the moon, put it down and eat it in one bite. I am greedy at the thought, so I will wipe my saliva first.

In my mind, the stars and the moon are like angels, because I often make wishes to the stars and ask them to help me realize my wishes. Although the stars have never helped me realize my wish, I still regard the stars and the moon as angels.

they are so beautiful. The bright starry sky is so beautiful that all people are fascinated by it. Who told them that they are so beautiful and people like them?

bright stars are always beautiful. Looking at the starry sky, the stars are shining and the wind is gentle.

With the sky as the curtain and the ground as the seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the freshness of summer night, listening to frogs croaking in a pool and looking at the starry night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in the black, stretching all the way to the distance, the distance.

my eyes really want to penetrate this shady layer, and I really want to spy out what is the end of the sky. The sky is too vast, which makes me deeply ashamed of my smallness; The universe is endless, which makes me sigh that life is short.

"A fleeting moment", I seem to understand the helpless mood of the ancients. Looking at the starry sky again, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and the frogs are still singing.

Staring at the stars, big and small, flickering all over the sky, my heart moves. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and sprinkle their luster on the earth, whether they are famous stars or nameless stars. Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Since the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are many people like immortal stars in the sky, and their spirit and great achievements have been passed down to this day, and will even be passed down forever? The star blinked, as if to confirm the correctness of my answer.

The songs of frogs, drums and insects come and go, which seem to congratulate me on my sudden thinking. Grandparents and fathers, like this famous and nameless star, pursue, explore and struggle in hardship, no matter how hot or how bright they are.

it is true that life is limited and individuals are small, but I want to make my life flow into the long river of history, and it will never stop running and shine forever. Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still shining, frogs and insects in the fields are playing beautiful and beautiful music. On the night like a black swan, the moon on the fifteenth day is like a jade plate full of gold. Just at dawn, the pale green sky is set with a few scattered stars. The stars are bright and the wind is gentle.

With the sky as the curtain and the ground as the seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the freshness of summer night, listening to frogs croaking in a pool and looking at the starry night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in the black, stretching all the way to the distance, the distance.

my eyes really want to penetrate this shady layer, and I really want to spy out what is the end of the sky. The sky is too vast, which makes me deeply ashamed of my smallness; The universe is endless, which makes me sigh that life is short.

"A fleeting moment", I seem to understand the helpless mood of the ancients. Looking at the starry sky again, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and the frogs are still singing.

Staring at the stars, big and small, flickering all over the sky, my heart moves. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and sprinkle their luster on the earth, whether they are famous stars or nameless stars. Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Since the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are many people like immortal stars in the sky, and their spirit and great achievements have been passed down to this day, and will even be passed down forever? The star blinked, as if to confirm the correctness of my answer.

The songs of frogs, drums and insects come and go, which seem to congratulate me on my sudden thinking. Grandparents and fathers, like this famous and nameless star, pursue, explore and struggle in hardship, no matter how hot or how bright they are.

it is true that life is limited and individuals are small, but I want to make my life flow into the long river of history, and it will never stop running and shine forever. Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and the frogs and insects in the field are playing beautiful music.

When the moon is bright, the stars are sparse, because the brightness of the moon will cover the nearby stars that are not very conspicuous, so the idiom "the moon stars are sparse" has been used since ancient times. Therefore, in this description, the beauty of the stars and the moon is beautiful, but it is not realistic.

The tired moon hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty. At night, the evening breeze gently blows the curtains, and the bright moon in the starry sky is dazzling, and the seemingly small stars are also embedded beside it. On such a night, you can temporarily forget about those sad and worrying things, and you can quietly enjoy the sky at night while sipping fragrant tea or coffee. The most important thing for a person to live in this world is to be chic, open and happy.

But if a person really wants to do this, it's really not easy. In the face of complicated interpersonal relationships in society, in the face of sometimes difficult things, in the face of some people who are jealous of themselves plotting against themselves behind their backs, it's really necessary to be cautious at every step. If you play online games, you should bravely face those unknown dangers.

There are many good people in the world, but there are also many bad people. Under such circumstances, it is inevitable that family members often tell themselves to be considerate outside.

5. What are the poems about "Night Scene"

1. frosty night and Jiang Feng are worried about fishing and sleeping. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship. -from the Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge

Interpretation in the vernacular: The moon has set, crows crow and it is cold all over the sky, and they are sad and sleep over the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan ancient temple outside Gusu, the sound of ringing the bell reached the passenger ship in the middle of the night.

2, Xiao Xiaowu leaves send cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moves guests. I know that children pick and promote weaving, and a light falls on the fence at night. -from the Song Dynasty: Ye Shaoweng's

Interpretation in the vernacular: The rustling autumn wind blows the leaves of the phoenix tree, bringing chills, and the autumn wind blows from the river, which makes me miss my hometown when I am away from home. Several children at home are still fighting crickets with great interest! The light is still on in the dead of night and refuses to sleep.

3, a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast. The boundless plain fringed with stars hanging low. The moon surges with the river on the flow. -from the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's a night abroad

Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: The breeze blows the fine grass on the river bank, and the boat with high mast is moored alone at night. The stars are hanging in the sky, and Ping Ye looks broad; Moonlight is surging with the waves, and the river is rolling eastward.

4, I was surprised that my pillow was cold, and the window was bright again. It was late at night to know that the snow was very large, because from time to time it could hear the sound of the bamboo branches folded. -From the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Snow at Night

Interpretation in the vernacular: The pillow lying at night is like ice, which makes me very surprised, and I see the window illuminated by the light from the snow. I knew it was snowing heavily at night because I could hear the sound of snow crushing bamboo branches from time to time.

5. Bai Shu crow in the atrium, Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus. I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight. -from the Tang dynasty: Wang Jian's

Interpretation of the vernacular: The moonlight in the Mid-Autumn Festival shines on the courtyard, and the ground seems to be covered with a layer of frost and snow, and the birds on the tree stop making noise and fall asleep. night