Verses about the sky getting darker and darker

1. Poems about the getting dark of the sky

Poems about the getting dark of the sky 1. What are the poems that describe the "color of the sky"

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Tang Dynasty: Li He

The old rabbit weeps and the toad weeps in the sky, the cloud tower is half open and the walls are slanting white.

The moon is rolling with dew and the light is wet, and the Luan Pei meets the fragrant osmanthus street.

Yellow dust and clear water flow under the three mountains, changing for thousands of years like a running horse.

Looking at Qizhou's nine-point cigarette in the distance, a glass of sea water is pouring out.

2. Ode to mountain springs

Tang Dynasty: Chu Guangxi

There is flowing water in the mountains, but I am wondering if it is unknown.

The sky reflects the ground, and the sound of rain flies in the sky.

The deep stream is full, and a small pool is separated.

No one sees the indifference, and it becomes clearer every year.

3. Beautiful eyes·Soundless sun and purple smoke floating on feet

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

It was sunny on the road in Pingxiang, and I was very sleepy in my bed. Take a rest in Liutang.

Purple smoke floats on your feet under the sultry sun, and the warmth breaks your light fur. The beauty of the sky makes people sleepy, the flowers are intoxicating, and they hold their heads in midday dreams.

Spring languor is just like spring pond water, full of sorrow. Rong Rong Cai Xie, the east wind is weak, and it is still wrinkled.

4. Autumn in the Mountains

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

5. Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the three thatched roofs of my house.

Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond.

2. What are the poems that describe "the color of the sky"

1. Mengtian Tang Dynasty: Li He The old rabbit and the cold toad cried about the color of the sky, and the walls of the cloud tower were half-open and slanted white.

The moon is rolling with dew and the light is wet, and the Luan Pei meets the fragrant osmanthus street. The yellow dust and clear water under the three mountains have changed for thousands of years like a running horse.

Looking at Qizhou's nine-point cigarette in the distance, a glass of sea water is pouring out. 2. Ode to Mountain Spring, Tang Dynasty: Chu Guangxi There is flowing water in the mountain, but I’m wondering if it’s unknown.

Reflecting the ground is the color of the sky, and flying in the sky is the sound of rain. Turning around, the deep stream is full, and a small flat pool separates.

No one sees the indifference, and it becomes clearer every year. 3. The eyes are charming, the sun is shining brightly, and the purple smoke is floating on the feet. Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda. It suddenly cleared up on the road in Pingxiang. I was lying in a carriage and felt very sleepy. I took a nap in a willow pond.

Purple smoke floats on your feet under the sultry sun, and the warmth breaks your light fur. The beauty of the sky makes people sleepy, the flowers are intoxicating, and they hold their heads in midday dreams.

Spring languor is just like spring pond water, full of sorrow. Rong Rong Xie Xie, the east wind is weak, and it is still wrinkled.

4. Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.

5. Song of The Thatched House Destroyed by the Autumn Wind Tang Dynasty: Du Fu In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the three thatched roofs of my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond.

3. What are the poems that describe "gradually drifting away"

1. There is only the moon in the spring garden, just like falling flowers for people who are leaving.

From "Sending People" by Zhang Mi of the Tang Dynasty

Farewell to Meng Yiyi's arrival at Xie's house, the small corridor turns to the winding lantern.

Only the moon in the spring garden is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who are leaving.

Interpretation:

Don’t vaguely come to Xie’s house in your dream, wandering under the railing of the small corridor. Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it shines on the fallen flowers in the courtyard for Li Ren.

2. Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, but today it has been a year since the flowers bloomed.

From "Send to Li Dan Yuanxi" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty

Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, but today the flowers bloom again for another year. Things in the world are uncertain and difficult to predict, and spring sorrow makes me sleep alone.

I miss the fields when I am sick, and I am ashamed of my salary when I am in exile. When I heard the news, I wanted to come to ask for information. I looked at the full moon several times from the west tower.

Definition:

Last year, when the flowers bloomed, we said goodbye. Now, it has been a year since we were separated. How can I predict my own destiny when things are so uncertain in the world? Only the gloomy spring sorrow makes me sleepless. My sickly body makes me want to retreat to the countryside and watch the exiled people feel ashamed of their state salary. I had heard that you were coming to meet me here. I went to the west tower and looked out and saw the full moon several times.

3. One farewell to the capital and three changes to the fire, the world is over.

From "Linjiang Immortal: Send Money to Mu Fu" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

One farewell to the capital and three changes to the fire, the world is over. Still smiling as a spring warmth. There is no wave in the ancient well, but there is Qiu Yun in it.

The melancholy lone sail sailed all night long, seeing off the moonlight with faint clouds. There is no need for green eyebrows in front of you. Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler. (Zun Tong: Zun)

Definition:

It has been three years since we last saw each other in Beijing. You have always traveled far and wide in this world. When we meet and laugh, it is still as warm as spring. Your heart is always as calm as the water in an ancient well, and as high-spirited and bright as a bamboo pole in autumn.

I feel melancholy in my heart that you are about to set sail overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are dim and the moonlight is faint. Stop holding your glass of wine and frowning. Life is a difficult journey, and you and I are just passers-by.

4. The desolate land of Bashan and Chushui has been abandoned for twenty-three years.

From the Tang Dynasty Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"

Bashan Chushui is a desolate place, abandoned for twenty-three years. Nostalgic, I recite the flute poems in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person.

Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. Today I will listen to a song of Junge, and for now I will have a glass of wine to keep my spirits up.

Definition:

He was relegated to desolate areas such as Bashan and Chushui, and spent twenty-three years in decline. Remembering old friends, I recite Wen Di's poems in vain, and when I return from exile after a long time, I feel that things are no longer the same as in the past. Thousands of sailboats are still passing by the capsized ship; thousands of trees are thriving in front of the withered trees. Today I listened to the poem you recited for me, and for the time being, I use this wine to cheer me up.

5. The spring in Luoyang is good, and the talented people in Luoyang are old in a foreign country.

From "The Bodhisattva Barbarian·The Spring Scenery in Luoyang City" written by Wei Zhuang of the Tang Dynasty

The spring scene in Luoyang City is beautiful, and the talented people in Luoyang are old in a foreign country. The willow darkened the embankment of King Wei, and at this moment his heart became confused.

Peach blossoms bloom in the spring water, and mandarin ducks bathe in the water. I hate Canhui, but I don’t know how to remember you.

Definition:

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and everything is renewed. In the city of Luoyang, the spring scenery is bright and beautiful. However, I, a prodigal from the end of the world, can only wander in a different place and die of old age in a foreign land. On the Weiwang Embankment in front of us, there are willows and dense shade. But I felt a dull pain in my heart, full of desolation and endless melancholy. The peach blossoms are bright red, the spring water is green, the smoke cages are on the willow embankment, and the mandarin ducks are bathing in the water.

The way these things come in and out of each other, staying together and relying on each other, reminds me of the sorrow of being separated from others forever. There is no explanation, so I can only dissolve the traces of sadness and hatred condensed from the feeling of longing for each other into the afterglow of the setting sun. People from afar, my distant motherland, do you know that I am missing you?

4. Poems about "twilight mist"

Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Bell" The chilling cicadas are sad, facing the pavilion at night.

The showers have just stopped, and there is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging him to start. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more embarrassingly, they have left the Qingqiu Festival in the cold.

Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you! -------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------Title: Du Mu, Zenzhi Temple, Yangzhou. After the rain, the cicadas made a noise, and the pines and osmanthus fluttered in the autumn. The steps are covered with moss, so the white birds stay late.

Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building. Who would have known that Zhuxi Road, where singing and singing are played, is Yangzhou.

----------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------Two-voice Liu Yong is so lonely in the evening, and his traces are broken, so he can take advantage of the joy. Lan Chuo traveled eastward. The scenery of Sanwu, the pavilion in Gusu, the dusk has begun to fade away.

When Fu Chai returned to his old country, the fragrant paths disappeared and there were only barren hills. In the prosperous place, there is no sight, only the elk can be heard.

I think back then, when we were preparing for a decisive battle by airlift, the King of Figures would continue to dominate. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, the clouds and waves are like waves, and Fan Li's boat is overturned.

Experience the past and experience the old history, sighing for a long time, and being romantic in that day. The setting sun and the vast grass at dusk have become an eternal sorrow.

----------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------Magnolia flowers slowly and willow trees stand against the dangerous building forever, desolate at first and late at night. Qingchu. Gradually, the plain scenery fades away, the wind anvils rhyme, and the frost-red trees become sparse.

Cloud Qu. Seeing the new wild geese passing by, Naijia people say goodbye to each other and block the message.

The empty space is full of sorrow and the autumn is far away, and the hatred lingers in my heart. Imperial capital.

Secretly thinking about joyful travel, becoming a thing of the past, moving [empty debt]. Read the wine and sing, lower the curtains and pillows, turn over the music and feel alone.

Return. Wherever I look, the setting sun and evening mist fill the landscape.

Winning is silent and quiet, and I hesitate all day long. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------Su Muzhe and Du Anshi thought about it for a long time, but they still couldn't bear it.

Because it was the original, so I wanted to buy it. Youhuan has many obstacles early on.

More dispatches are flying, and the pulse is like the sky. I have pity but I have no choice.

Two places of disgust and a little bit of false affection. Climb a tall building alone to face the dusk.

By Nuan Zhulan, no one can understand this.

-------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------The treasure tripod appears in Fan Zhou. The sun sets in the west, the dusk mist is red over the pass, and the fragrant wind is beautiful.

Taking advantage of the beautiful scenery and the colorful lanterns, the thick flames burn the sky and connect the brocade bricks. Seeing the bright moon, the city is picturesque, and the shadows of flowers are cold and the flowers are caged in red pistils.

Gradually it is covered with hibiscus, and the meandering autumn water blooms. The prefect has unlimited singing ideas.

The pillars of support, the light moves the pearls and emeralds. There are thousands of wells, singing platforms and pavilions, watching Zhu Lunpian preaching.

Control BMW and shine on Pixiu Qianqi. Silver candles shine for miles.

Like chaotic clusters, tens of thousands of cold stars crowd into the shadow of the pot. The banquet pavilion is multi-talented, with bright pink rings, Yao hairpins and beads.

I'm afraid that if you look at it, Danzhao urges you to follow it, and you can travel to Yan to serve. So I got drunk early and stayed up all night.

Slowly lead the singing girl. Let me draw the corner, blow the old winter plum blossoms, and the moon will fall on the west tower for twelve.

----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- Drunk Penglai Xie Xie Wang Qingfeng dyed with black, dusk mist clear sky, blue Tianyinhan. The round mirror flies high, another autumn and a half.

No one has the same bright colors, but my heart is darkened when I return home, listening to the chirping clouds and lonely geese. Asking the moon to stop the cup, where is the brocade robe? There is no companion.

Fortunately, next door to the south is the Shimeng Liquor House, where the candles are carved and the wine is served, which relieves the sorrow. In the building tonight, after Alien Qing plays.

Drinking opera and singing wildly, dancing at the end of the song, the drunken and cold light is messy. It's hard to stop having fun, and the sparse stars are easy to see, and they become sighs.

----------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------Nian Nujiao and Zhu Dunru let the boat go and took advantage of the wind and dew in the Wujiang River to share the beauty. . The sails are curled and the rainbow waves are cold, and the maple leaves have just fallen.

Ten thousand hectares of colored glaze, a round of golden mirror, become three guests with me. The blue sky is vast, and the rising stars and silver stars compete for the white sky.

Fish and dragons are quietly flying in the middle of the night, the spiritual flags are gathering the dusk mist, and the sky is connecting with each other. The crystal clear universe is released, and the ice palace is layered with layers of jade.

Wash away all the ordinary hearts, forget about the world, and all dreams will cease. The sea of ??clouds in my chest is as vast as the bright moon.

----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- The sunset is red when I am drunk and thinking about the immortal grandson. Look at the mountains in the twilight and the lonely pine trees in the dark smoke.

The wind-swept sleeves are as light as a startled dragon. The heart is like a mirror, the temples are like clouds, the shadows are clear, and the moon is bright.

It is sad and desolate, and with each passing year, Hua Hua changes her appearance. The past has been forgotten for a long time, and ten years have passed by in a hurry.

Remember Yunxuan’s dream and look back at the spring sky. The colorful phoenix is ??far away, the jade flute is cold, the night is quiet, and the hatred is endless.

Sighing that the jade has been buried in the yellow dust for a long time, I shed tears in the east wind. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------The fragrance of lotus leaves spreads across Hengtang.

See the red makeup and green cover, and the handle holding the incense. Yue'e is interested, and the evening mist collects all the silver.

A round of hanging high, and let go, thousands of miles of clear light. The air is crisp in autumn and the weather is cool.

The dew condenses on the jade arms, and the wind blows on the clouds. I couldn't bear to sleep all night. I drank Qingzun's wine and thought about it even more.

My own work, I am fortunate to have unlimited treasures. In the vast world, it is extremely quiet and appears in all directions.

Yuan Ming does not lose a hair. At the spiritual meeting place, sit alone on the bed.

5. What are the poems that describe desolation?

Guanhe Ling

Author: Zhou Bangyan Dynasty: Northern Song Dynasty: Northern Song Dynasty: Ci

Autumn The cloudy and sunny days gradually turned dark, turning the courtyard into a desolate place. Standing still to listen to the cold sound, there are no shadows of geese deep in the clouds.

The silence is deeper, but the wall and the solitary lamp reflect each other. I’ve already sobered up from the wine, how can I stay up all night?

Notes

① Ming: dusk.

②The sound of cold: the sound of autumn.

Translation

The weather in autumn is unpredictable, sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny, the sky starts to get dark, and the whole courtyard becomes deserted. I stood alone in the autumn wind, quietly listening to the cool autumn sounds. The clouds darkened, but there were no wild geese coming and going, and only sad sounds could be heard. It was late at night, everyone had dispersed, and there was no sound between heaven and earth. In the house, there was only a solitary lamp illuminating the empty room.

I have sobered up from my drunkenness. With this lonely lamp flickering on and off, how can a person survive this long night until dawn?