Poems about clouds, poems about sunsets

1. An ancient poem describing the sunset glow 1. Autumn is far away.

Dondum

In the autumn water, in the sunset.

2. Xijiang nostalgia

Dondum

Qian Qiu caught Song Ge's Bright Moon, while Sha Ou and Wan Li caught the sunset.

3. Back to Dongshan Luo Shang

Tang Censhen

Worried about the guests on board, when the sunset is over.

4. Hiking in late autumn

Tang Censhen

A tired horse lies on a long slope, and Tianjin passes at sunset.

5. Five crossings in the evening

Tang Censhen

Rain in Jiangcun, sunset in Ye Si.

6. Nanpi Roy

Chu Sizong in Tang Dynasty

Look at the autumn grass independently, and the savage plows the sunset.

7. Jiang Shankai Zeng Ji

Tangcuidong

The guest looks clear, and the monk returns with the dusk.

2. Du Fu's Five Poems of Houdi (below)

Camp toward the east gate and go to Yangqiao River at dusk.

The flag of the sun falls and the wind rustles in A?vagho?a.

There are thousands of scenes in Pingsha, and each department has its own tricks.

The moon hangs in the sky, making the night lonely.

The number of sorrows and joys is moving, and the strong men are sad and not arrogant.

Who is the general, please? I'm afraid Huo went whoring with Yao.

Wang Wei, ambassador to the fortress

Bike wants to ask,

A vassal state has lived too long.

Sweat plug,

Return to the wild goose and enter the tiger field

The desert is lonely and straight,

Long rivers set the yen.

Xiao Guan rides every time,

They are all in Ran Yan.

Bao Zhao: Poems from Wangjiang Sunset to Sung Hoon

Travelers lack fun.

Dusk deepened my thinking.

As the sun sets, the mountains and clouds return.

Looking at Jiangyin from the neck.

Turbulence and the Grand Canyon.

Long fog turns to high forest.

The infinity in the forest.

Could not find the edge of the cloud.

I only see lonely birds.

Sound travels a thousand miles.

Push their feelings.

You know the wandering heart.

You live in the imperial city.

Heartbroken in spring

The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.

join the army

The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.

Guan Shanyue, who plays the Qiang flute, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.

Give one of two songs on behalf of others.

Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.

Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.

Leyouyuan scenic spot

With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of my friends;

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Yamagata Xiaomei

All the fragrant people shook off their brilliance and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.

Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.

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Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.

Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.

A butterfly in love with flowers

There are weeping willows outside the building,

Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go.

Wandering catkins in the wind,

Follow the spring and see where to go.

Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu,

He is heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable.

Send wine to Chunchun Silence,

It rained at dusk.

Give birth to a son Yuanxi

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.

3. The ancient poems about sunrise, sunset, clouds and the moon are about the Song Dynasty and the early years, when the sun is shining and Qian Shan is on fire.

In an instant, a round of heaven drives back the stars and the waning moon. Recalling the Tang Dynasty Jiangnan Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good. The scenery used to be familiar with the sunrise, and the river was as green as the blue of spring. Why don't you remember Jiangnan? Zhang Tangbing, a border guard who went to Taiwan Province alone, returned to spring and went to Taiwan Province alone.

During the day, the ground comes out and the Yellow River comes from the outside. The sand is like waves, and the wind is suspicious.

If you want to go to Yin Guan, Yin won't open. See Qinchuan/Author: Li Jie Qinchuan see sunrise East Peak.

The weather is fine, and the mountains and water in the distance are clear and clean, so you can see it clearly; Chang' an city is winding and layered. Autumn wind blows, bamboo forests of every household are whispering, and the pine forests of Wuyue Mountain are covered with a layer of cool color.

There are guests who sigh, and the frost is thick. Li Bai, dreaming of Mount Tianmu: the sun is halfway through the ocean, and the holy rooster crows in space.

Wang Wan, the next berth on Beibao Mountain: ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

(Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue") Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: sitting alone on Jingting Mountain) But through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .

(Jia Dao: "Notes for an Absent ecluse") Wild trails and clouds are all black, while rivers and boats are bright. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night") The moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace.

(Li Bai: "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry") Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it is daytime, and the north wind blows geese and snow one after another. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big") Say goodbye to Bai Di Caiyun and return to Jiangling one day.

(Li Bai: "Early Making Baidicheng") There are people in the depths of the white clouds. (Du Mu: Mountain Walking) The Yellow River is an isolated city, Wan Ren, far above the white clouds.

(Wang Zhihuan: Liangzhou Ci) There are unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li Ning as the sand sea deepens. ("Bai Xuege Farewell to Tian Wu Wu Gui" Thinking about the foot of the bed in a quiet night, is there frost? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Li Bai, a jade man, lingered for a long time with cold dew on the jade steps and wet silk bottom.

Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. The thirteenth song of "Song of Autumn Pu" "Li Baishui is clear and plain, and egrets fly in the moon.

Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne. Drinking the bright moon alone, Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Guan Shanyue, Li Bai and the bright moon rose from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

"Drinking asking for the moon" Li Bai When will the clear sky and bright moon come? Stop for a drink today and ask: the moon is unattainable, and the moon goes with people. As bright as a flying mirror, has the green smoke gone out? But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds? The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life? Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients. The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.

Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup. Sleeping at Jiande River Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. "Moon" Xue Taoling is as small as a hook, and the fan flies away from Korea.

Thin shadows will be round. How many places in the world can you see them? "Looking at the moon for a long time" is the moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is full now, crossing the sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Du Fu and the wanderer listen to drums and autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

On an autumn night in the deep mountains, Wang Wei stood empty after the rain. 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.

I stayed in the Dumu Inn alone, and I was shut up with loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.

The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.

Cao Ye's sword, "Tea Delivered by an Old Friend", is outside Jiuhua Camp and sealed under Yujing. When the moon opens, there is the sound of disorderly springs underground.

Invite monks in the middle of the night and cook the moon with lonely songs. The blue sky is heavy and broken, and the fragrance is light and the flowers are light.

All the six fu-organs sleep, and the number of poems is clear. I didn't dare to spend money after the month, so I supported it with my elbow.

"Ode to Mujiang" Bai Juyi spreads water with the sunset, half river is rustling and half river is red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Frost Moon When Li Shangyin first heard about geese, there were no cicadas. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.

One of Du Fu's songs, Man Xing, is only a few feet away from the moon, and lanterns shine at night. The heron in the sand head is silent, and the fish in the stern are screaming.

"Bo Qinhuai" Du Mu smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

"Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" Zhang Jishuang Night, Jiang Feng fisherman is worried about sleep. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

"Farewell to a Moonlit Night" Ye Li makes people speechless, the moon is silent, the moon is full of light, and people are affectionate. Don't miss people like the bright moon, water city between clouds.

"Feeling on the Riverside" Zhao Wei went to the Riverside alone to think quietly, and the moonlight was like water. Where are all the people who come to play with the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year.

Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights Wang Jian's atrium is inhabited by crows in Bai Shu, and by silent and humid osmanthus in Coody Leng. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? Niu Xiji's crescent moon looks like an eyebrow, which means no reunion.

Red beans are unsightly and full of acacia tears. Peach pulp is cracked all day long, and benevolence is in my heart.

Sooner or later, the two partition flowers will tie the knot. "Kidding" Dai Shulun grass, grass, grass for old soldiers.

The mountains in the south and the mountains in the north are all snowy, sunny and bright in Wan Li. Mingyue, Mingyue, Hu Jia is so sad.

"Bodhisattva Man" Who plays the flute in the plum blossom in Feng Yansi, and the clouds condense in the middle of the night. I haven't finished eating the pillow, and the people in Guanshan haven't returned it yet.

The sound is bitter, and the clouds break the frost and the moon. There are heavy curtains under the moonlight and the breeze is full of flowers.

"Hui Huan" Li Yu went to the West Building alone without saying a word, and the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locked in the clear autumn. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, don't have a taste in your heart.

"Mid-Autumn Moon" Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and silver and Han silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

When does Su Shi have a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.

I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

"Spring Night" Wang Anshi Golden Furnace.

4. Poems about Sunrise and Sunset 1, patio sand Qiu Si-Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.

2. In the Heron House-Wang Zhihuan in the Tang Dynasty

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

The sunset slowly sinks beside the western hills, and the Yellow River rushes to the East China Sea.

3. Climb a new flat building-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

The sky is vast, the sunset falls in the distance, and the plug river flows quietly.

The sky is vast, the sun sets in the distance, the cold waves are slight, and the river flows quietly.

4. My book-Liu Tea in Tang Dynasty

When the sun rises, everything in the world is as fine as wool.

Every day when the sun rises in the east, many complicated things in the world begin to happen one by one.

5. Bitter rain-Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty

Things rise to the sun and the moon, and day and night are like beads.

The sun and the moon rise and set in the west, and day and night are like pearls.

6. Zuiweng Pavilion-Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty

If the husband is in the forest at sunrise, the clouds will return to the cave, and the changes will be bright, and sooner or later in the mountains.

As for the rising of the sun, the fog in the mountains dispersed and the smoke clouds gathered, so the valley looked dark, the morning light was dark, and the evening was self-evident. It's morning and evening in the mountains.

5. Poems describing the sunset The new moon has given birth to birds, and the sunset is in the west.

(Zhang Songlei's "And Zhou Bangyan") No one lies on the back of an ox at sunset, bringing back western Western jackdaw in pairs. (Song Shunmin's "Village Residence") Old Niu Geng was in debt, the grass was on the slope, and the sunset lay.

(Song Kong Zhong Ping's "Sleeping Book") Outside the sunset, the western Western jackdaw counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. (Guan "Man") Birds are singing in the valley trees, and the mountains are shadowing the twilight village.

(Zi Kai's Hu Shan Jutu) In the shop after the rain, the mangroves in the distant village fell in the sunset. (Green Tea Shen Xing's "Chi He Tie") A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset.

(Qing Duanmu Guohu's "Sailing in Shawan") The waterfall drags thousands of rains, and the sunset puts a peak first. (Lin Qingzexu's "The Eyes") Success or failure turns empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red.

(Shen Linjiang Xian) The mountains reflect the water in the sunset, the grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sunset. (Song Fan Zhongyan, "Su Curtain Covering") The sound of the mountains is exhausted, and the peaks are speechless. (Wang Song Yucheng's "Country Trip") There is no hate in the sunset, and the talented people and beautiful women are empty and sad.

(Song Chaobuzhi's "Partridge Sky") It rains only when the sky is faint and red, and several soft willows are mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.

(Qing Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha") makes Wang Wei's bicycle want to ask about the border, which is a long-term residence in the country. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.

Du Fu's Sunset The sunset is on the curtain hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat.

Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.

At night, Jiangcun overlooks the Dai Fugu River, where the sun is shining, the beach is flat, and fishing boats tilt when the tide ebbs. Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers.

Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.

In the evening of the village, Lei Zhen is full of grass and pond water, and the mountains are soaked by the sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.

The sunset at night shines on the high platform, and the bells and horns are still ringing. How many times can I sell it? It's half my life.

Leaves flutter in the wind, and colors return to the air. Thinking about the ancients makes it more dusty. Dong Liu said, "A long river runs a thousand miles across a horse. Who will be trained in ten years?"?

Jia Dao said that the Yangtze River is windy in Fujian, and the rain in solitary pavilions keeps people away. (See Yang Sheng's An Ji).

Zhang Hu's lyrics Xiangyang Le Di spends a moonlit night and the Yangtze River flows in spring. The east wind is on the letter, and the spring night is special.

Wei Chengqing traveled with his younger brother in the south-central Yangtze River. Falling flowers hate falling silent.

In Wang Boshan, the sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return. The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.

Chu Guang-Xi's "Four Songs of Jiangnan in the Sunset" invited him to return to the ferry. If you are interested in falling flowers, come and go by boat.

One hundred untitled poems in Qian Qi's "Jiang Xing" (written by Xie Qian) The fisherman came late, and he was happy, but he wanted to collect it late. Fear of the Yangtze River envoy, money is willing to redeem the turtle.

Yin's two nights at the mouth of the Yangtze River, cold and sandy, Bai Rushuang. A year of endless light flows, and the sound from the east is long.

Zhang Hu Xiangyang Le Di spent a moonlit night on the Yangtze River in spring. The east wind is on the letter, and the spring night is special.

Jia Dao sent Hu Ling's "xianggong" (one went to the middle section of Changjiang Road) to guide the staff to Chishan Post Station to inquire about Zizhou. It can reach the Yangtze River, and travelers are worried.

Cao Ye's Twelve Poems of Four Sorrow, Three Sorrow and Five Love: One love is the Yangtze River, and the north and south are official roads. Cattle and sheep don't love mountains, but only the grass in them.

Xie Qian's river trip is unnamed. A hundred songs come late, but the net is late. Fear of the Yangtze River envoy, money is willing to redeem the turtle.

Cui Daorong sent two poems about the Yangtze River, showing his long-distance love. Falling flowers hate falling silent.

* * * Zage, Hu Weiwei graceful and lonely, the Yangtze River flows to Wan Li. I don't know where the country is, and Longyunshan makes people worry.

Zhang Zaqu Fisherman's Song Fisherman's Taiwan Fisherman's Brown is Autumn, and he sails in twos and threes. Being able to ride the wind and waves, the white waves of the Yangtze River have never been worried.

From Wang Changling to Nanling, I answered that Huang Fuyue was sick with you and gradually drifted away. Xuancheng said goodbye to an old friend last night. The wise master is not old, and the Yangtze River is surrounded by five streams.

Li Bai said goodbye to Meng Haoran's old friend on his way to Yangzhou, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone in the blue mountains, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

Gong Dou released the fish (Wuchang), and the money was redeemed to avoid knife marks. I heard that birds and fish are also grateful. So you can travel all the way to the Yangtze River, and you don't have to go to Longmen.

Cuidong Qingjiang River is a must. In August, the Yangtze River is calm and the sails are light with the wind. At first glance, Tianshui is color and Nanshan is Yueyang city.

Cui is watching the Yangtze River in August, and the wind is very light. No matter what the weather is like, the south of Dongting is Yueyang City.

Zhang Yuge Fisherman Brown is autumn, and he sails in twos and threes. Being able to ride the wind and waves, the white waves of the Yangtze River have never been worried.

Wei Gao recalled that Yu Di and the oriole had been working on the topic for several years, and another time was left to a beautiful woman. There is no fish book in the Yangtze River, so I sent my lovesickness dream to Qin.

Zhang Jichun bid farewell to the Yangtze River, where the lotus leaves are as big as money. River oranges, grown by myself. This is not a long Mulan boat.

Yuan Zhen's Ten Crying Sons (written by Hanlin when he was a bachelor) frequently fell into the Yangtze River and lived in the old place next to the nest every night. If you are worried, you will get a cry every year.

Zhang Hu, a slim boat, flows in the Yangtze River. I don't know where the country is, and Longyunshan makes people worry.

In the same year, Li Shangyin's "Prostitute's Mat" secretly recorded that Wuchang's lonely cloud was called hate ape, and the Yangtze River washed away the soul. If there are rocks in Wuchang, the tears will be moss.

Li Pin crossed the Yangtze River and injured Jia Dao. Suddenly, he was replaced as an official, and no one was innocent. When I went to the Yangtze River and heard about Du Yu, I missed your soul.

High-profile message: Other industries in Luo Fu will not dye the truth with dust, because there is haze. Take the Yangtze River, write back, and the peach blossoms at the foot of Boluo Mountain.

Luo Qiu's poems are thousands of miles longer than Honger's. At dusk in the Yangtze River, the customs of Wudu are still slim. If Zhou Lang sees a red face, he will miss Xiao Qiao by accident.

Wu Rong Songjiang stayed at five Qiao Yue stations at night, with two points in Tianjin and a thousand clouds at night. No one praises the Yangtze River like General Xie.

Zhang Qian injured Jia Dao, who was born in the Ming Dynasty, and died as a courtier in the Yangtze River. But at that time, I knew very little about myself and didn't know who my bosom friend was.

When Huang Tao crossed the river, he searched the scene and feared the gods. There should be experts underground. If we compare the Yangtze River to cattails, Li Sao is not harmonious with the spirit.

Cui Wei, the first mountain in Shishou Mountain, Zhou Wang, occupies the upper reaches and is thick green to Jingzhou. Kong Wen didn't have the strength to go back to the mountains, but he saw the winding Yangtze River.

The Yangtze River in Yang Liuzhi, which is anonymous, is open, with thousands of willows planted on the banks. The dragon boat can't go back until the brocade sail falls and the west wind rises.

Tan Qiao spoke loudly.

6. Du Fu's sunset poems

The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream.

Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat.

Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard.

Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.

The sunset recalls Li Bai in the mountains.

After the rain, the smoke is blue, and the sunny days are scattered.

The spring breeze comes back and makes the flowers in my yard bloom.

It's embarrassing to see the flowers wither when they fall.

I would like to visit the famous mountains and learn to fly Dansha.

The sunset overlooks Xie Tiao.

There are many disputes, and the day is not over.

The setting sun is sunny and cloudy, and the pillow is under the east window.

The cold bosom is gradually like a bundle, and Qiuju does business.

Excuse me, when is this, Cool Huai Shuo Ma?

Those who are injured and return to their twilight years and reconsider leaving home.

Love is not too much and there are too few cases.

Since there is no bad government, we can rest in Luoyang society.

Looking down at Ma Dai in the sunset.

Lonely clouds return to birds, a thousand miles of time.

Miss me for a long time and leave home for a long time.

Trees in the sun are hidden in the distant mountains in autumn.

I'm afraid to take pictures by the water for fear of being scared.

See Meng Haoran for the first time (with a touch of sunset).

Guests worry about the sunset, and homesickness urges each other.

Outside his mountain, it is very cold and birds come at night.

Lost in the snow, lost in the balcony.

Alas, it's so sad to sing who is the media.