Good sentence forever night

1. Good words and sentences about the night

(1) at The Mountain-Lodge of the Buddhist Priest Ye at Night Waiting in Vain for My Friend Ding (Meng Haoran) now that the sun has set beyond the western range, valley after valley is shadowy and dim.

and now through pine-trees come the moon and the chill of evening, and my ears feel pure with the sound of wind and water. You get what you want, birds have settled on their perches in the quiet mist.

and still -- because you promised -- I am waiting for you, waiting, playing lute under a wayside vine. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the season of good rain, and it happens in spring. When the wind dives into the night, things are moistened silently. Wild trails and clouds are dark, and rivers and boats are bright. Look at the red and wet places, and flowers are heavy in Jinguan City. a night abroad (Du Fu) a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast.

the stars lean down from open space, and the moon comes running up the river. If only my art might bring me fame, and free my sick old age from office!.

flitting, flitting, what am I like, but a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!. My retreat at mount zhongnan (Wang Wei) my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain.

I come and go alone, amid beauty that is all for me. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the origin, or sit to see the rise of the ever-changing cloud.

and some day meet an old wood-cutter, and talk and laugh and never return. Looking at the moon and thinking of one far away (Zhang Jiuling) the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * at this time.

brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night. Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold.

so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) against the City of the Yellow Dragon, our troops were sent long years ago.

and girls here watch the same melancholy moon, that lights our Chinese warriors. And young wives dream a dream of spring, that last night their heroic husbands.

in a great attack, with flags and drums, captured the City of the Yellow Dragon? A mooring under north fort hill (Wang Wan) under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.

...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.

thoughts of old time from a night-mooring under mount niu-zhu (Li Bai) this night to the west of the river-brim, there is not one cloud in the whole blue sky; As I watch from my deck the autumn moon, vainly remembering old General Xie. I have poems; I can read, he heard others, but not mine.

tomorrow I shall hoist my sail, with fallen maple-leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber.

for our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.

when shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears? remembering my brothers on a moonlight night (Du Fu), a wanderer hears drums portending battle and by the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!

o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.

a message to commissioner li at zizhou (Wang Wei) from ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven, on a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling. The spring rain in the mountains is not stopped one night, and the trees on the tops of trees spring.

Chinese women lose cloth, or farmers quarrel over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward the achievements of Wen Weng, and strive for the past.

on returning at the year's end to zhongnan mountain (Meng Haoran) I petition no more at the north palace-gate, to this tumble-down hut on Zhongnan Mountain. I had no reason why I decided to abandon my own views, and my old age and many sick friends were out of practice.

my white hairs hasten my decline, like pale beams ending the old year. Therefore I lie awake and ponder, on the pine-shadowed moonlight in my empty window.

from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou (Meng Haoran) with monkeys whimpering on the shadowy mountain, and the river rushing through the night. The cross - strait wind Blow the branches and leaves rustling, the moonlight is reflected by the river, a river of a boat.

I, a stranger in this inland district, homesick for my Yangzhou friends. Recalling that I can not suppress tears in the two lines, looking at the west side of the west coast to send sad to Yangzhou.

an autumn evening harmonizing cheng qin's poem (Han Yi) while a cold wind is creeping under my mat, and the city's naked wall grows pale with the autumn moon. I see a lone wild-goose crossing the River of Stars, and I hear, on stone in the night, thousands of washing mallets.

but, instead of wishing the season, as it goes, to bear me also far away. I have found your poem so beautiful, that I forget the homing birds.

changing on old friends in a village inn (Dai Shulun) while the autumn moon is pouring full, on a thousand night-levels among towns and villages. In the capital can meet with the south of the Yangtze river, people doubt that it is a dream meet.

in the trees a wind has startled the birds, and insects cower from cold in the grass. The tourists wandering in the outside should long drunk, keep each other for fear of the ringing bells.

a farewell to han shen at the yunyang inn (Sikong Shu) long divided by river and sea, for years we two have failed to meet. Suddenly meet, but suspect is a dream, sad sigh ask each other ages.

our single lamp shines, through cold and wet, on a bamboo-thicket sheathed in rain. But forgetting the sadness that will come with tomorrow, leave the cup and cherish the biography.

a night thought on terrace tower (Wei Zhuang) far through the night a harp is sighing, with a sadness of wind and rain in the strings. There's a solitary lantern, a bugle-call, and beyond Terrace Tower down goes the moon.

fragrant grasses have changed and faded, while still I have been hoping that my old friend would come. There are no more messengers I can send him, now that the wild geese have turned south.

Xie Wenxue's poem "Leaving Night" (Fan Yun) is the first time that the fog on the balcony is dissolved, and the water in the dream is cut off. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken and the thread is returned. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the dust behind the car, I will serve Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Night Farewell to Shen Jishi" (Fan Yun) to Gui Shuicheng, and the night atmosphere in Chu Mountain is clear and Xiaoyun. Think of Fang Sijun. Look at the poem of Weaver Maid (Fan Yun) full of water, and feel sorry for yourself at night and night. I am diligent in defending myself, and the river can't be filled. I am willing to be a pair of bluebirds, in front of Shu Mingjing. Sufu (Du Fu) the autumn night is clear and cold in the lakka-trees of this courtyard, I am lying forlorn in the river-town. I watch my guttering candle. I hear the lonely notes of a bugle sounding through the dark, the moon is in mid-heaven, but there's no one to share it with me? My messengers are scattered by whirls of rain and sand, city-gates are closed to a traveller; mountains are walls in my way.

yet, I who have borne ten years of pitiable existence, find here a perch, a little branch, and am safe for this one night. In the middle of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and the ruined willow filled the door.

the dream smells of broken corners, sending a lingering sound, and it looks new to the old marks. Fish and salt make a market everywhere, and every family grows up with children and grandchildren.

I'd like to tell you more about how to forgive the people's strength and fight against San Qian. Ge Ye (Du Fu) while winter daylight shortens in the elemental scale, and snow and frost whiten the cold-circling night.

stark sounds the fifth-watch with a challenge of drum and bugle, the stars and the River of Heaven pulse over the three mountains. I hear women in the distance, wailing after the battle, I see barbarian fishermen and woodcutters in the dawn.

sleeping-Dragon, Plunging-Horse, are no generals nowthey are dust, hush for a moment, O tumult of the world.. Returning at Night to Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) a bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night, I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry.

People follow the sand road to Jianggu, I also take a boat and am bound for Lumen Mountain. The moonlight of the deer door made the mountain tree appear, and suddenly I came to the hermitage of exile.

the thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet, where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion. From Xiakou to Yingzhou Xiwang Yueyang, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing), no ripples in the river, no mist on the islands, yet the landscape is blurred toward my friend in Chu.

birds in the slanting sun cross Hankou, and the autumn sky mingles with Lake Dongting. From a bleak mountain wall the cold tone of a bugle, reminds me, moored by a ruined fort.

that Jia Yi's loyal plea to the House of Han, banned him to Changsha, to be an exile. A night-mooring at wuchang (Lu Lun) far off in the clouds stand the walls of Hanyang, another day's journey for my lone sail.

though a river-merchant ought to sleep in this calm weather, I listen to the tide at night and voices of the boatmen. Look at the two sanxiang autumn hair on both sides of the white hair, looking at the bright moon saucer is more.

but the war has left me nothing of my heritage, and oh, the pang of hearing these drums along the river!. Untitled (Li Shangyin) the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall.

though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. Guessing the hook and playing with each other, the wine warms the warm heart; The group came to drinker's betting, a victory or defeat by candlelight red.

till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift. Untitled one (Li Shangyin) you said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace, than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell.

I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet, I try to read your hurried note, I find the ink too pale. The Bedding of the residual jade is hazy and hazy; Musk smoked through the gauze of the gauze, soft and soft.

but far beyond my reach is the Enchanted Mountain, and you are on the other side, ten thousand peaks away. A night-mooring on the jiande river (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! Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.

an autumn night message to qiu (Wei Yingwu) as I walk in the cool of the autumn night, thinking of you, singing my poem. I hear a mountain pine-cone fall, you also seem to be awake.

ge shuge (western gentleman) this constellation, with its seven high stars, is Ge Shu lifting his sword in the night. To this day, the Tubo people of the Stallion only dare look into the distance; They dare not go south to cross Lintao County.

The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) stays in the snow, and the mountains are far away at dusk, and the weather is cold and the houses are poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night. Sai Xiaqu (Lu Lun) high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark and we chase them, with horses lightly burdened, and a burden of snow on our bows and our swords. Sai Xiaqu (Lu Lun) startled the wind in the dark grass, and the generals drew bows at night. 2. A beautiful sentence describing the night

The best answer

Moonlit night (Liu Fangping)

The moonlight is deeper than half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the south is slanting.

tonight, I know it's warm in spring, 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 is worth my return. Dawn blows the scripture case, a wick of white sandalwood ash.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian)

In the atrium, there is a rooster crow in Bai Shu and a silent and wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.

I wonder whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight.

Other famous sentences

The smoke cage is cold and the moon is full of sand, and the night is near Qinhuai restaurant. -"Bo Qinhuai" Du Mu

Moonlight in front of the window, could there have been a frost already?. Li Bai

The night in day order is as cool as water, lying and watching the morning glory and the Weaver Girl —— Autumn Evening by Tang Du Mu

At midnight, the sound of the river pushes the moon, and the waves are like snow in front of the temple (Zheng Yuanzuo's "Sending Jinshan Puheng")

The bright moon still asks me out, and comes to meet the apricot blossom tip at night (. Three sentences describing a magnificent ship

The Eternal Night is a giant ship built by the Celanese family for ten years. It has a classic appearance and advanced technology, and it is also the most artistic masterpiece of cruise ships in the world today. It is known as the queen's sail and night voyager, and travels along a certain sea irregularly.

At the same time, Yongye is one of the largest luxury cruise ships in the world, weighing hundreds of thousands of tons, and can accommodate tens of thousands of tourists. Most of the ships are in front of Yongye, which can only be said to be a small junk.

this luxury cruise ship, known as the "crown of the sea", has a parking lot that can take off and land commercial aircraft, 7,6 ordinary rooms, 2,3 luxury rooms and 1 VIP rooms. Between the 19th decks, there are clinics, restaurants, galleries, music halls ... and even a large central park, which is a veritable "floating city".

In addition to its sheer size, the Nevernight also shows extreme luxury, with the central hall as high as seven stories. Other advanced facilities include gardens, pubs, leisure grounds, swimming pools, wedding churches, bathing clubs, boat clubs, duty-free commercial streets and so on.

The cruise ship has also prepared various luxurious exercise facilities for celebrities and nobles who need to love sports. On the roof of the cruise ship, there is a rock climbing wall more than 2 meters high, where everyone can get a relaxing experience.

There is also a set of state-of-the-art artificial surfing facilities on Nevernight, which can create a perfect wave. Many surfers can make all kinds of difficult moves in a small area a few meters square on the edge of the surfing area, and surfing here is not afraid of the waves hitting you to the bottom.

Some ancient nobles still maintain their distant tradition, galloping freely and shooting at archery halls and horse riding grounds, and occasionally going to fitness centers such as skating rinks and ski resorts to enjoy their elegant fun and exercise their bodies and minds.

(In addition, there are many interesting places: auditorium, ball room, gym, yoga studio, swimming pool, library, KTV, chess room, game room, high-class tea room, luxury casino ...)

These are just some of the luxuries and extravagance of the Yongye, and at this time of the year, the owner of the Yongye will invite entertainment venues all over the world for free.

why do you do this? It seems to be a business at a loss. In fact, these elite giants from all walks of life will be a free living advertisement when they go back. Under their propaganda, the annual income of Yongye is in the ascendant.

Today, the huge cruise ship "Eternal Night" is anchored in the harbor of Samar Island. Samak Island is also one of the important docks. Every year, many celebrities and nobles board the ship here, and then the Forever Night will continue to sail. After a week around the world, it will pass through every docked place again, and the whole cycle will take about three months.

Of course, if someone has something to do, they can also go back by plane on board. 4. Good words and sentences to describe the night

The moonlit night (Liu Fangping) is deeper and the moonlight is half-baked, and the Beidou is dry in the south.

tonight, I know it's warm in spring, and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen. Qi Ji doesn't want to sleep all night, and the virtual hall is closed and reopened.

but stay away from the light shadow until the moonlight comes. Fallen leaves live in nests, and flying fireflies are worth my return.

The morning breeze blows the scripture case, and it's an ash of white sandalwood. Fifteen-night Moon-gazing (Wang Jian) Atrium is inhabited by Bai Shu Crow, and Coody Leng is silent and wet osmanthus.

I wonder whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight. Other famous sayings smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.

-"Bo Qinhuai" Moonlight in front of Du Mu window, could there have been a frost already?. Thoughts on a Quiet Night Li Bai day order The night is as cool as water, and I lie down and watch the morning glory and the Weaver Maiden-Autumn Night by Tang Du Mu. At midnight, the river sounds on the moon, and the waves are like snow in front of the temple (Zheng Yuanzuo's "Sending Jinshan Puheng"). The moon still asks me out, and I will meet the apricot blossom tip at night (Yuan Mei's "Spring Miscellaneous Poems"). 5. Ask for some good poems and sentences

There are too many. Tell me something about the Han, Wei and Six Dynasties. I especially like the

reclamation in the dead wood period of that era. (This sentence is so sad)

The wind is blowing in Lin Lan, and it's back to Bo Xiumu.

the heron flying forest is white outside, and even the boiling water turns red.

according to the moon, the lonely shadow is gathered, and the sound is sent by the wind.

the cold sand is flat on all sides, and the snow is thousands of miles away.

falling flowers become steps, and flowing streams write clothes.

Only the solitary bright moon lingers far away to give people away.

I'm left alone, and the distance will follow people.

the dream smiles, but the eyes crush the flowers.

after the dying dusk, the lonely people will settle down.

the cool breeze blows the moon dew, and the round scenery moves and the sound is clear.

Give a complete song, Xue Deyin's Mourning:

The flute in Fenglou is broken, and the string in Guizhang is empty.

it's only when the beam is painted that the sun shines, and the silver candle has gone with the wind.

where the moss is growing, the flowers are not sinking in the mirror.

Only the moon is long, and the night is hazy.