A poem about fighting day and night.

Poetry about day and night 1 Ancient poems and poems describing day and night scenery

1 Tianjingsha Qiu Si Ma Yuan Zhiyuan withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing water people, ancient roads swimming in the west wind, sunset, heartbroken people in Tianya 2 lonely phoenix trees, deep courtyard locked in the clear autumn, 3 distant cold mountains with sloping stone paths, Bai Yunsheng people.

I passed by my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran and prepared chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Zheng, a native of Wuyi, I will come back in the chrysanthemum season and wait for my holiday in the mountains: as bright as a mirror, the fishing raft is not lost in the wind.

A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low. There are thousands of frost on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and the fish weave waves.

It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city. 6 Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn" The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, the light smoke, the shadow flies a little.

Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. Now the mountain is cold and blue. From my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di, autumn water flows every day. I leaned against the door of the thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, listening to the cicada singing in the evening breeze, the sunset hovering at the ferry, the midnight snack-kitchen smoke floating up from the house, and the summer value was drunk. In his later years, Wang Wei chanted a wild poem in Wuliu? And the deputy magistrate Zhang is quietly, regardless of anything. He has no long-term plan for his care, but he knows that he will return to Lao Lin. The wind breaks the belt, and the mountains and the moon play the piano. It makes sense for the group to ask questions about poverty, and the fishing song is deep. Weicheng Qu Weicheng light dust and rain city, guest house green willow new.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. On an autumn night, Guibo gave birth to Qiu Wei Lou, who was thin and never changed clothes.

Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go back! Qingxi I have driven the Huanghua River, carrying a green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! In a farmhouse by the Wei River, cattle and sheep go home along the path in the country where the sun is slanting.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves.

The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Since Xi is beautiful all over the world, how can Shi stay at home humbly? . Washing clothes by the lake in the south at dawn, and there was a great lady in the palace in the north that night.

One day she was humble, no different from others, and the next day she was promoted, and everyone praised her ... She no longer powdered her face with her own hands, nor put a silk robe on her shoulders. ..

The more the king loved her, the cuter she became, which made him lose his wisdom ... The girls who had washed silk beside her were left at a distance from her chariot. ..

None of the girls in her neighborhood can imitate her beauty by frowning! There should be no hermits in a happy period of rule. After money is tied at home, smart and capable people should discuss it together. Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair.

Come all the way to the golden gate, only to find that your piety is in vain? You passed by JAC during the Cold Food Festival last year and stayed in Beijing. We also bid farewell to the wine on the outskirts of Chang' an, and our bosom friends will be separated from me now.

You are going to sail south, and you can detain your Chai Men in a few days. The trees in the distant mountains cover your shadow, and the sunset is beautiful and colorful.

When you were not hired, it was purely accidental. Don't think that this friend is rare! You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house? Send Zhu Da to the Five Mausoleums of Qin Dynasty to avoid people. This sword is worth 1000 dollars. After breaking up, I will give it to you. I live in my whole heart, Chai Lu. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

In the bamboo house, I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Farewell, friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back? Acacia when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, stands in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

The clear river, through the bushes, flows to Songshan Mountain, like my chariot driving slowly. I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.

An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.

Zhong Nanshan, with its huge height near the city of heaven, connects a thousand mountains to a corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

Ji Xiang Temple, not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance Road, misty mountains and clouds. Through the ancient forest without human footprints, but now I hear bells on high? The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.

In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon. Windy autumn wind, waves in Dongting, waves under leaves: describe the breeze blowing.

Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the north of Hunan Province. Waves: microwave flooding.

Muye: Yellow leaves. Chu Ci of the Warring States Period Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang" is sorrowful and indignant! A bleak, withered grass, withered, if it is a long trip, the mountain climbing near the water will also be bleak: lonely, depressed.

Liao Li: Desolate. If you travel far away: It seems that people travel far away.

In the Warring States Period, Chu, Song and Yu argued that the autumn wind started, the vegetation turned yellow, and the geese returned to the south. The autumn wind in Liu Che is bleak, the weather is cool and the vegetation is exposed to frost. Wei Xing has many fallen leaves, so he knows it is autumn: Lvxiang Courtyard. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry" is a new autumn night, graceful and graceful, and the moon will be far away: describing the length of the night.

Tingting: It's far away. In Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen", it shows the whereabouts of Furong Lou, Liu Yangyue, and Furong Shu: Lotus.

In the Southern Dynasties, Yan Qiu Si looked at the cold city, and Pingchu was in the cold city: the cold has invaded the city. Look: Look into the distance.

Pingchu: Ye Ping. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation.

Write two sentences about the scene of early autumn. In the Southern Dynasties, the pavilion "Looking at Xuancheng County" is under the leaves, and the pavilion is high in autumn: horizontal.

Konoha: Leaves. Dragon Head: The mountain name is between Shaanxi and Gansu today.

In the Southern Dynasties, Liang and Liu mixed the poem "On Dressing". The fog in Jincheng was low, and the grass under Yumen was low: the grass withered. Under the tree: leaves are falling.

Jincheng: the name of an ancient county, between Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu.

Write two sentences about the cold autumn scenery in the northwest. The autumn sounds of trees and trees in "Another Kind" written by the Southern Dynasty Cloud, and the autumn sounds of mountains and mountains in cold colors: autumn wind blowing, scattered vegetation, cold and noisy.

North's Epitaph of Bulugu's Family, the Lady of Zhou Qiaocheng, was written by Wei Jiuyue: auxiliary words, meaningless. Foreword: season.

Don Wang Bo's Preface to the Autumn Pavilion: The sunset and the lonely Qi Fei are the same: the name of the bird, the wild duck. Qi Fei: The sun sets from the sky, and I am lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei.

A color: the water in autumn is blue, and the sky is blue, reflecting the water and forming a color. Don Wang Bo's "Preface to Autumn Farewell" is full of autumn, and the mountains are only brilliant. Tang's Wild Hope hangs on a different scene in the forest, and the autumn color is like Luo Yangchun's Early Autumn. The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows all day: the sound of running water.

Wei's "Farewell to Wangchuan" describes the scenery in late autumn in the following two sentences: the white stone rises in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves are sparse: the stream falls, the white stone dew falls, and the red leaves fall, leaving little. Wei's Poem on Two Que Inscriptions in the Mountain is full of autumn bamboo, and the cool Wuling Song and Tang Dynasties' Poem Looking at Qinchuan is full of autumn leaves, and the night pearl curtain is not frosted. Tang Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Long Xin Qiu": "The phoenix tree in the golden well is full of autumn leaves, and the curtain of the night pearl is not frosted.

Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. "Cold pool reflects white.

The last two words are ancient poems day and night.

There should be no "day and night" at the end of ancient poetry, and people are singing day and night. There are not many people who write ancient poems. It is ok to write words, but there should be no words at the end.

Here are some poems that contain "day and night"

Send Wang Xiaolian to the province

Author: Li Bai

Peng Li will be harmonious, and Suzhou will be on the edge of Japan. I'd rather kiss the sea and wait for the ship. Gentle and graceful Qinghe bend, jagged and far connected. Acacia has no "day and night" and cries like a long river.

Minus the magnolia tits Zhou Xiongyi.

Author: Jiang's daughter

Towards the clouds. Cars roll like water. White grass and yellow sand. There are three or two lonely villages on the moon. Hong Fei has passed away. There is no "day and night" in all kinds of troubles. Approaching the Yanshan Mountains. It is difficult to go back to the countryside.

Send Zhang Ji back to Jiangdong

(The number of raters is insufficient)

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Jian

Original text:

A clear spring cleans the dust, and a panacea relieves madness. Your poems are elegant, and righteousness has returned to my intestines.

Make it colorful and white. I preached last year, and my youth was with my teacher.

There are two reasons for the origin, clothing and petticoats. Okay, okay, okay, I'm in Xianyang.

Disappointed, horseshoe everywhere. Visiting Yu Yong's new prose has a long way to go.

Your servant is nostalgic for the past, as if he had returned to his hometown. Cherish the "morning and night" when dating, and share the same bed.

Jude would be far away, and it suddenly occurred to him. Gold can't break, and wine can't break.

What you think is poor and humble, you can carry it forward. Enter the car and go back to the province, Jiangnan old house.

You are not proud to return to China, but your feelings are clear. It's hot in May, and it's Langdu Decoction.

Be careful not to drink too much, medicinal diet is willing to strengthen the body.

3. Words describing day and night

Stay up all night: give up. Do not give up day and night. Metaphor day and night.

Source: The Analects of Confucius: "Zi Zaichuan said:' The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night. "

Cuckoo cries blood. Legend has it that cuckoos wail day and night until blood flows out. Often used to describe extreme sadness.

Source: Tang Juyi's Pipa Trip: "And here, what do you listen to in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo bleeds, the ape whimpers. "

The black house is day and night, all day and all night.

The source: The 38th story of A Dream of Red Mansions: "Grandmother Jia said with a smile,' I told you to come with me in the daytime tomorrow, but you told Chang Xiaoxiao not to go back inside.' "

Black price day and night, all day and all night. It's the same as "dark home and daytime"

Source: Zhou Libo's "The Storm" Part I 6: "Captain Xiao's works are black and white."

Uncovering notes and writing snow means being diligent in collecting and copying, and staying up all night.

Revealing the snow banknotes is to be diligent in collecting and copying, staying up all night. The same as "uncovering money and snow code".

4. Poems about the night

Night berth near Fengqiao

Tang zhangji

On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.

Revisit the Temple of Yuzhi in Gusu.

Don Xu Hun

Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse.

Duwujiang

Dondum

When there are few people in the museum, the nights are longer, and the trees in Gusu City are far away.

The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass.

Wuyue Huaigu

Tang Liyuan

Gusu lost, the clouds were colorless, and Fan Li swam freely.

Xia Feng blows the old city, and the moon shines on the trees and misses moths.

Send someone to visit Wu.

Don Du Xunhe

The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk.

Recalling you far away, when the moon is not sleeping, hearing the songs on the river will touch your homesickness.

(Meng Haoran)

The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and the valley in Qian Shan was suddenly dark and quiet.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

(Du Fu)

Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Foreign night

(Du Fu)

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou

(Meng Haoran)

Monkeys whimper on the dark mountain, and the river rushes in the dark.

The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

One autumn night, I was listening to Qin Cheng's poems.

(Han Yi)

When the cold wind crawls under my mat, the exposed city walls turn pale with the autumn moon.

I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.