Poetry about dawn

1. The poem about the morning is 1, which was written by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty.

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day.

2. "Doing Good and Going Early" in Ting Yun, Tang Wen.

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.

3, "Making Stars" Tang Bai Juyi.

In the early morning light, the room was bright, and the early ya drum began to beat. The dog slept on the steps until the earth got wet, and the birds buzzed around the window as if reporting the weather.

In the early morning, the house is brightly lit and the morning drum strikes. The dog slept on the steps until the earth became wet and the birds sang at the window, as if to report the news of sunny weather.

4, "Early Travel" Song Chen Yu Yi.

Dewdrops invaded the camel's brown, Han Xiao was bright, and the stars were dry and bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects singing in the depths of rice fields.

When the dew fell, I wore a thick sweater and felt a little cold. Looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is particularly bright sideways. I walked across a small bridge, half awake and half asleep, and heard insects chirping in the depths of rice fields.

5. "Early hair" Ye Luo in Tang Dynasty.

A little light leaves Lu drunk and walks alone. I am worried about watching the snow and smelling the cock crow, alone in the sky.

The light was weak, almost extinguished, the wine woke up, and I was ready to leave with a solitary sword on my back. Looking wistfully at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, listening to the peasant chickens crow, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.

2. Poems about the morning 1 Early Whitening City in the Tang Dynasty; Li Baichao wrote a poem about the colorful clouds in Bai Di and returned to Jiangling for a day.

In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day.

2, "Good Morning Travel" In the Tang Dynasty, Wen started to levy priests in the morning, worrying about his hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.

3, "Chusheng" In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi took photos of the roof in the morning and opened the door at the beginning of the drum. The dog slept on the steps until the earth got wet, and the birds buzzed around the window as if reporting the weather.

In the early morning, the house is brightly lit and the morning drum strikes. The dog slept on the steps until the earth became wet and the birds sang at the window, as if to report the news of sunny weather.

4, "Early Travel" Song Chenyu Yi exposed camel brown and cold light, and the stars were particularly bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects singing in the depths of rice fields.

When the dew fell, I wore a thick sweater and felt a little cold. Looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is particularly bright sideways. I walked across a small bridge, half awake and half asleep, and heard insects chirping in the depths of rice fields.

5, "Early Hair" In the Tang Dynasty, Ye Luo was a little drunk and left with a solitary sword. I am worried about watching the snow and smelling the cock crow, alone in the sky.

The light was weak, almost extinguished, the wine woke up, and I was ready to leave with a solitary sword on my back. Looking wistfully at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, listening to the peasant chickens crow, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.

3. What are the poems describing the morning? 1. In the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"

Commentary: Walking into this ancient temple early in the morning, the rising sun reflected the Woods on the mountain.

2. Say goodbye to the colorful clouds in Bai Di, and return to Jiangling in a day. -Li Bai's "The First Delivery of Baidicheng"

Commentary: When I bid farewell to Baidi City in the morning, rosy clouds filled the sky, and the ship had left the Wan Li waterway, as if it had returned to its original place within one day.

3. Ten thousand tiles are dawning at night, and the evening mist on the double eaves is closed. -Yu Shinan's "Morning"

Interpretation: The tiles on the house reflect the dawn and look forward to the sunshine of the dawn. On this heavy roof, the fog at night began to dissipate gradually.

4. Start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. -Wen, "Good Morning Walk"

Interpretation: I got up at dawn, and the bells of horses and chariots have shaken; Wandering all the way, I miss my hometown sadly.

The autumn wind blows, and the white dew is frost. -Zuo Si's Miscellaneous Poems What Is Autumn Wind?

Interpretation: Why is the autumn wind so cold and the white dew has turned into morning cream?

In the light rain and morning light, I smelled it on the first leaf. -Du Fu's Morning Rain

Interpretation: It's raining, and the first rain in Mao Mao is perceived by the green leaves in the slight morning light.

7. Go north in the morning, and the third child will open his chest. -Zhang Jiuling's "The Morning of the County House Out of the Forest"

Interpretation: Get up in the morning and walk in Beilin. My skirt is open, and I am very chic and idle.

8. Travel lights sit all night and pack them in the morning. -Ouyang Zhan's "Morning Dress"

Interpretation: The hotel lights are on all night, and people start packing in the morning.

9. Nanzhai Dream Fishing Rod was crippled in the morning. -Xu Hun's "Morning to Nanting is Pei Mingfu"

Interpretation: I dreamed of fishing when I fell asleep in the south wing, and woke up in the morning to find the moon in the sky.

10. There are many happy days outside the bamboo pavilion in the morning. -Weng Chengzan's "Morning Prosperity"

Interpretation: I woke up in a small room deep in the bamboo forest in the morning, and my carefree mood was particularly high.

4. What are the poems about the morning? 1. The Tang Dynasty was good at traveling early: Wen Tingyun began to collect taxes in the morning and went back to his hometown to pay his respects.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

(Ming Yi Qiang Zuo Yi: Zhao Yiqiang) Because of the memory of Ling Du's dream, the geese all returned with full loads. Get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown.

The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office.

Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of ducks and geese frolic in the winding lakes and marshes on the shore. 2, butterfly lovers Cecilia Yip Chen Pufan night language Song Dynasty: Lu You and Ye Chen Pufan night language.

Go to Qiu Guang, the dark Chang 'an Road. Suddenly, I remembered where I was lying on the horse.

Eliminating vulgarity and cleaning health should remain unchanged. Jianghai canoe is now on the market.

A roll of art, sighing no one pays. I believe I will never meet in my life.

In those days, I regretted that the grass grew and the warbler flew, while yangfu grew. Late autumn sent me back to Beijing from the front, but along the way, I saw the withered and yellow tung leaves rustling in the morning light, and I heard the cold moans at night.

Faced with such a bleak autumn scenery, I feel depressed and gloomy at the thought that I can't be reused after returning to Beijing. Suddenly, I remembered the life of fighting in the front line, and the war between Sanguan and the coast of Wei Qing may still be like this.

Thinking of the bleak future, I suddenly had the idea of living in seclusion. Unfortunately, no one can entrust me with the strategy of resisting gold in the northern expedition, and I can't let it continue to make its due contribution to the great cause of restoration. If I had known that my patriotic ambition and operational strategy would never be understood and adopted by the emperor, why should I take pains to persuade the emperor? 3, Shanpo sheep morning chicken first called Yuan Dynasty: Chen Cao An Chen chicken first called, confused and quarreled.

Why not go to the world of mortals? Road is all the way, water is all the way, and its fame is all on Chang 'an Road. Today's teenagers will be old tomorrow.

The mountain is still good; People, gaunt. From the morning when the rooster crows, to the evening when the crows keep making noise.

Is there anyone in the world who doesn't go to Vanity Fair? The road is far from Wan Li, and the river is thousands of miles away. People trudge on Chang 'an Road in order to gain fame. Teenagers today will grow old tomorrow.

Jiangshan is still so beautiful; Lovely face gaunt. 4. The Qingpingle Art Gallery in the Tang Dynasty began in the morning: Li Bai Art Gallery began to report the falling snow in the morning.

Looking at Gary with a high shutter, the color is far from the court. Full of vitality, light leads to smog, while grass gets cold, and Yu Pei is produced.

It should be that the fairy is drunk and presses the white clouds. No sooner had I slept in class in the morning than someone came to report the snow.

The high-volume curtains look at the flying snow, and the white ones are far and near. The momentum is like furnace smoke, and flowers and plants are covered with jade defects.

It's not like the fairy in the sky got drunk and crushed the white clouds at random. 5. Returning to the Garden, the third Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming planted beans under Nanshan, and the grass was covered with bean seedlings.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse.

Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night. The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.

5. What poems describe dawn?

Tie up the boat and float to Yushan. It is a wonder in the morning.

The river is wide when the sun breaks water.

Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates.

Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends.

The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but he sang about the autumn moon.

When Luo floated, the night did not stop.

Early Wang Changling

At the beginning of the day, the golden boudoir is clean and the bed is warm first.

Oblique light enters the screen, slightly pro-filament tube.

Clouds can't be combed, and flowers are fuller.

Li Yuzhong, Feng Lou, Chu Rizhao

Chaoyang Smoke Hall, Chaoyang Candle Imperial Residence.

Broken chardonnay was born in jun, and the pavilion is beautiful.

The color of the line is even the threshold of Zhu, and the brightness is sparse.

In the winding morning scene, the morning in Guang Xiao was put out.

The fairy mountain is near, and Xuanfeng is at home.

As the Empress Dowager said, I traveled in a five-cloud car.

Chai Su, Huaqing Palace, Chu Rizhao

At the beginning of Lingshan, you can see the palace from a distance.

The shadows are uneven and the light is dimly discernible.

Fresh harvest is soaring in the evening, and the atmosphere is full of clear Wan Li.

Lin Run Hot Springs have settled in, and the building is deep and the road is accessible.

The name of the poem is swaying, and the beads compose the bright moon suddenly.

When the harvest is lucky, she looks forward to it.

6. What are the ancient poems about dawn?

1. Love Poems 15 (Cangyang Gyatso)

At dusk, people hide their behavior, but Xiang Chong's dog talk reminds them.

Be careful not to say that people have left, and it is nearly dawn when they return to the temple.

2. Get up in the morning (land tour)

Old people are greedy for books and get up at dawn.

This is not shocking, but it is worse.

When toad venom is first added with water, incense spins in the furnace.

It floated for another day, and when I opened the book, the window was bright and clean.

3. Book wall (land trip)

The world is mountainous, and thousands of peaks are connected.

The villagers have no land to grow crops and shoot elk to catch tigers day and night.

My daughter didn't borrow it when she was unlucky, and the blue light stayed by the river alone.

Don't be sad when you sell your salary at dawn, girls won't marry.

4. Langtaosha (Ge)

See new chrysanthemums. Light and fragrant in color. The old man is sick and lying on the shore. Although boring, I gave up drinking. Fortunately, I have guests.

Don't blame Xiao Chen for not liking Fangchun. Please see Zhao Jinzun of Jin Rui. Get drunk before the flowers tonight, until dawn.

5. Sunrise Tour with Golden Mountain View

Tie up the boat and float to Yushan. It is a wonder in the morning.

The river is wide when the sun breaks water.

Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates.

Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends.

The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but he sang about the autumn moon.

When Luo floated, the night did not stop.

There are also ancient poems about dawn:

6. Wang Changling's first day

At the beginning of the day, the golden boudoir is clean and the bed is warm first.

Oblique light enters the screen, slightly pro-filament tube.

Clouds can't be combed, and flowers are fuller.

7. Li Yuzhong, Feng Lou, Rizhao, Chu

Chaoyang Smoke Hall, Chaoyang Candle Imperial Residence.

Broken chardonnay was born in jun, and the pavilion is beautiful.

The color of the line is even the threshold of Zhu, and the brightness is sparse.

In the winding morning scene, the morning in Guang Xiao was put out.

The fairy mountain is near, and Xuanfeng is at home.

As the Empress Dowager said, I traveled in a five-cloud car.

7. Poems describing the coming of dawn: Watching the sunrise in Jinshan is a boat on the fishing mountain, and it is a spectacle in the morning. When sun gear broke out, the river began to feel wider. Far waves of red scales, green fog open gold plates. The tower is radiant, and a single cloud is gone. The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but sang a cold autumn moon. Why didn't he watch the floating waves surge into the sea at night? Wang Changling's first day, golden boudoir, net and warm before bed. Huayang is even more crowded. At the beginning of Rizhao, the Phoenix Building, Li Yuzhong and the Rising Sun Yanyun Hall were the residences of the Chaoyang Candle Emperor. The sunset is magnificent and the pavilions are beautiful. The flowing colors are evenly on the threshold of Zhu, and the scenery in the morning is bright and sparse. In the morning scene, Guang Xiao is dying. The fairy mountain is close, and the phoenix wings are at ease. It is still as far away as the Queen Mother.

8. What poems describe "early morning"? 1, "Return to Garden, Third"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse. Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night. The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.

2. "Doing Good and Walking Early"

Tang dynasty: Wen

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.

Get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office. Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of ducks and geese frolic in the winding lakes and marshes on the shore.

3. "Dream Micro"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.

Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.

Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?

I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years. I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?

4. After the snow in the mountains

Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie

Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.

There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.

As soon as I opened the door in the morning, I saw that the top of the mountain had been covered by a heavy snow. At this time, the sky has cleared, and the light of the rising sun has become cold through the faint white clouds. The snow on the eaves has not yet begun to melt, and the plum branches in the yard are still frozen by ice and snow. How unusual is such a deserted atmosphere!

5. October in winter

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Cao

In October, the north wind haunts,

It's sunny with frost.

Yao Ji sings in the morning, Hongyan flies south,

Storks lurk and bears live in caves.

The money stopped and the crops were harvested.

Set the whole journey and connect with the merchants.

Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.

In early winter and October, the north wind roared, the atmosphere was cold, the weather was cold, and the frost was thick and dense. In the morning, harriers and birds are singing, geese are flying south, raptors are hiding, and even bears are sleeping in their caves. The farmers put down their farm tools and stopped working. The harvested crops are piled up in grain fields, and hotels are arranged to provide accommodation for traveling businessmen. How lucky I am to be here, reciting poems to express my feelings.