Poems about day and night

Poetry about day and night 1 Ancient poems describing morning, noon, dusk and night.

Morning: Watch the sunrise in Jinshan, go boating on Yushan for a land tour, and be a spectacle 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 Luofu came, the sea was rough and the night didn't stop. Wang Changling's first day, golden boudoir, clean and warm before going to bed.

Oblique light enters the screen, slightly pro-filament tube. Clouds can't be combed, and flowers are fuller.

At the beginning of sunshine, Phoenix House, Li Yuzhong, the rising sun and the misty clouds hall, the Chaoyang Candle Palace. 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.

At the beginning of Huaqing Palace in Rizhao, Chai Suling Mountain was at the beginning, and I saw the palace from far and near. The shadows are uneven and the light is dimly discernible.

In the evening, the fresh harvest is soaring, and the air is full of clear skies. 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 Fengnian is lucky, she is looking forward to it. Noon: At noon on the day of weeding by farmer Li Shen, sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? Dusk: spring resentment screen window sunset, no one sees tears in the golden house.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. Starting from the army, you can go to the bonfire building at 0/00 feet west of the city/KLOC-and sit alone in the evening sea breeze.

Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li. On behalf of one of the two songs, I want to rest upstairs at dusk, and the jade ladder seems to hook the moon.

Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze. With the twilight shadow in my heart, I drove forward in the tomb of Leyuan Scenic Area; Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Xiao Mei's fragrance in the mountain garden shook off her own beauty 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.

The operator broke the bridge outside the post and was lonely. 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.

There are thousands of flowers hanging outside the Butterfly Love Flower Building. If you want to be young, you should stay in spring and go there. You are floating catkins in front of the wind and follow the spring to see where you go.

Green mountains and green waters smell of Du Yu, so heartless, Mo Ye miserable. Let alone send wine in spring, it rains at dusk.

On the night of January last year, the flower market was 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.

Night: When my boat was sailing in the fog, it was a night stop on Jiande River, and the day was getting dark, and ancient memories began. How vast the world is, Qiu Si, how close the trees are to heaven and how close the moon is to the water! , Liu Yuxi Mountain, clear water, night frost, a few trees dark red, light yellow.

Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.

2. Are there any poems describing the connection between day, dusk and night?

At dusk, in front of Bai Juyi's independent Buddhist temple in Tang Dynasty, the ground was covered with Sophora japonica and cicadas.

Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn. Spring village Tang Bai Juyi February village garden warm, mulberry Dai Shengfei.

Farmers plow old valleys, and silkworms pray for new clothes. Cattle and horses are far from the wind, and chickens and dolphins are too rare.

At dusk, on the forest road, drums and flutes play for the gods. Looking back at Baijuyi River in Jiangzhou in the Tang Dynasty, I can see the double flower table and know that it is the west gate of Xunyang.

Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk. Wei Zihua Tang Bai Juyi's four views on paper quietness, bell and drum tower engraved with long gaps.

Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang. Last month, the evening tide of Baorong in Tang Dynasty set in Nansha Ming, and the moonlight in autumn covered with sand and snow.

Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty. Sitting alone in the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu returned to Bai Shou sadly, carrying the lonely city on crutches.

Rivers converge, the mainland emerges, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wind is crisp. Cang Ming's service failed, and Zhu Bi lost his life.

Appreciate this yellow bird and throw it at Lin Yu. In the Tang Dynasty, it was dusk in the north of Du Fu Chu Palace, and raindrops were printed in the west of Baidicheng.

Back to the river, over the cliff, back to the clouds and trees, lost the mountain village. Lung disease in old age is just to sit back and relax, and close the door early when you are worried.

Don't stay in the chaos for a long time, the south has no soul. There are many song and dance performances in Tang Yan Tumu Painting Gallery, but people who go to the club don't watch them.

The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk. The crow Tang Du Mu disturbed and rummaged, and the cold smoke rose at dusk.

Mao deceives the queen's hair, and her voice feels Chu Ji's string. Under the wind, the frost forest fell asleep with its wings.

Just like traveling to the west, it can't be white. There are still many remnants of snow in the Han nest of the Tang Dynasty, and the fragrance is still endless.

At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and it is clear and rainy, and it is thin and red. The grass under the tree is clean, and the wind on the wall is urgent.

On this day, in the sad place of Xiyuan, a song water flowed eastward. Wuqiqu Tang Li Duan white horse chasing Zhu Che, dusk into the narrow oblique.

Narrow willows fight for the night, but branches don't fly to the house. The young woman in the East Room joined the army. Every time she heard a crow, she knew it was dark.

Li Shangyin, in the Tang Dynasty of Leyou Mausoleum, had the shadow of twilight in his heart, and I drove forward in Leyou Mausoleum. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

The residual red in the fallen flowers of Tang and Li provoked the poetic demon, which had nothing to do with homesickness. At dawn, the golden valley is windy.

Rotating around the running water, pieces of light stick to the short sand. Who knows that the door is locked, and it is drizzling at dusk.

Wei Zhuang's autumn wine in the Tang Dynasty is easy to wake up, as long as sorrow. At dusk, leaning against the bar does not return, and the sound of green wind and rain breaks my heart.

Jiang Ting looked at Song Wenzhi in the late Tang Dynasty, soaking in the clouds and leaving the village in the smoke. Birds return to the sand with traces, while sails cross the waves without traces.

Looking at the water to know the softness, looking at the mountain to break the soul. Indulge in it, and the horse will return at dusk.

Autumn looks long, tangliu is short and sand is long, and the rain is slightly smoky. In front of the mountain in western Western jackdaw, Du Qu was alone at dusk.

Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson. The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone.

Autumn, pottery, Gu Huai, thin smoke, sad night cries, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.

General Lonely Tang, the valley is the stronghold, and the weather is dusk. Spring sorrow is still drunk, tears and wine marks on my clothes.

Mountain garden, small beautiful pine forest, countless fragrant buildings shaking to 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.

Autumn night, pine and bamboo Shu Zhen slender crescent hanging dusk, people want to break their souls in the secluded boudoir. The letterhead was opened and changed, but the glass was raised again.

Snuff is heartbreaking and the sleeves are long and tearful. Regret is more than romantic feelings. It should be noted that love is the root of trouble.

Huanxi Shashong, Li Qingzhao indifferent to spring cold food, jade stove hookah, dream back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

The voice is slow, Song Qingzhao is looking for it, cold and clear, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.

This time, what a sad sentence! Drunk flowers, Song Yin, Li Qingzhao, mist, thick clouds and sorrow forever, refreshing the mind and eliminating the golden beast. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die.

West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang Gui Song Su Shi Xiang Piao dusk.

The tree in front of the hall is spring. Why does the east wind enter the west neighbor?

Children often close the door. Snow is cold, jade is true.

The cheek powder is uneven. Fold flowers and send them to Lingtou people.

Sunset in Jiangnan. Yu Meiren Song Sushi's ice muscles are naturally thin.

After that, it was even more divided. The days are long, and the curtains look at dusk.

Evening, turn to ecstasy. You also know that lovesickness is bitter.

How can you have the heart to throw away slaves? I took the trouble to climb the mountain.

I'm afraid it's easier to be a stranger than a stranger. Like a dream, the courtyard of Nalan is clear and sunny, and the language is dense and shallow.

Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.

3. Praise Nanjing's poems during the day and at night

Jinling Building Main Hall Banquet (Tangweizhuang)

Ear is wonderful music, full of beautiful flowers, girls dressed more beautiful than Wu. This fairy cave only knows infinite beauty, but also likes this extremely luxurious world rich family.

Embroidered curtains sparkle with red candles in the night, just like a busy city, and dresses during the day are like rosy clouds on the horizon. But sorrow feast green moth scattered, Yang Zijiang first half moon oblique.

Zhuliguan (Tang Lu Lane)

Jiangnan ice is not closed, mountains and rivers dive. In the twelfth lunar month, birds smell the mountains and bears sting the cold cliffs.

Liu half closed, bamboo shoots disorderly. Looking back on Jinling, I am reluctant to part with the north wind.

Jinling Five Topics (Citation) One of the Stone Cities (Tang Yuxi)

The mountains are still the same, surrounded by abandoned ancient capitals, and the tide is beating against the lonely empty city as in the past. On the east bank of Huaihe River, the ancient cold moon, midnight, peep at the old palace.

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

Six generations of Taicheng compete for beauty, and making love in spring is the most extravagant. Thousands of families have become weeds because of a flower in the backyard.

Ci ministers of the Southern Dynasties were guests of the Northern Dynasties, and they only came back to see Qinhuai Bi. There are more than three acres of bamboo forests in Chitai, which has always been the humanitarian home of the Chiang family.

Pick out two sentences

The snail spreads Yun Ni's wings, and it rains for a while and clears up for a while; The finless porpoise added fuel to the flames in the river. The night was deep and a cold wind came.

The window outside the cloud leads to the early scene, and the flute and drum have residual light before air supply.

4. Poetry describing the night

1, "Autumn Night" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Falling leaves are like rain, and moonlight is like frost. Lying alone at night, who is the dusty bed?

When the night wind blows, the leaves are like rain, and the bright moonlight is like frost all over the earth. Just as I was preparing to sleep alone in the dead of night, I couldn't help feeling who would like to wipe the dust off my bed.

2. Tired Night Song: Su Shi

Tired of sleeping all night, the small window is unclear. A dog barked in an isolated village, but several people walked in the waning moon.

The aging sideburns have been white for a long time. I went to Huaikong to clean myself up. There are winding latitudes in the deserted garden. How to realize virtual weaving?

It's boring at night, and I feel very tired lying on the pillow. I looked around, but there was always no morning outside the small window. I heard the barking of dogs in lonely villages; How many people are in action after the waning moon? My sideburns are old, and my thoughts on the journey are empty. At present, the buildings in the deserted garden are criss-crossing, and crickets keep calling. It keeps making empty sounds, as if it were spinning achievements. How can you succeed if you sing empty?

3, "Autumn Night" Song Dynasty: Zhu

The night is sleepless, the autumn wind is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut to night.

The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.

Tossing and turning at night is difficult to sleep, and the night air in autumn is cool. I cut the candle flowers many times. It's almost midnight. Outside the window, the moon shadow sewn by the buttonwood was scattered on the cold bed, but the moon still looked so bright through the buttonwood.

4. "Starry Night Train" Tang Dynasty: Hanshan

The stars are listed in the night, and the lights on the rocks are not heavy.

It is my heart that hangs in the sky without polishing its luster.

Many stars are arranged like chess pieces, which makes the night sky look deep. The unsinkable moon, like a solitary lamp, illuminates the cliff. Bright as a mirror, the moon is crystal clear without polishing. Hanging in the sky is my heart.

5. Jinling stayed overnight in the Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin.

The cold smoke faded, faded. This evening, Qinhuai was in a broken tent. Wild geese stay away from wine and fire, while crows stay away from the wind.

The king's air waves are urgent, and the Mid-Autumn Festival in the mountains is empty. The six generations of elves have never met, so they should consider it in the middle of the month.

Cold smoke hangs over decaying trees, and drifting ships will stop at the bank of Qinhuai River tonight. Night fires in several hotels startled the wild geese at the water's edge; The sail fell and the faint crow flew away screaming. The swaying trunk on the mountain seems to be listening to the sound of the waves carrying the spirit of the king of Jinling for 300 years and disappearing into the distant night sky. Where have all the six generations who once lived by the Qinhuai River gone? I think it should be in this cold moonlight.

5. Poetry about the night

1, Qiu (Tang Bai Juyi)

Falling leaves are like rain, and moonlight is like frost.

Lying alone at night, who is the dusty bed?

Interpretation: When the night wind blows, the leaves fall one after another, like the sound of rain breaking into the ears, and the bright moonlight spreads all over the earth like clear frost. Just as I was preparing to sleep alone in the dead of night, I couldn't help feeling who would like to wipe the dust off my bed.

2, quiet night thinking (Tang Libai)

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Interpretation: The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.

3. Invite guests (Song Zhao Shi Xiu)

Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.

It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.

Interpretation: Mei Huangshi, every family is shrouded in rain, and there are bursts of frogs beside the grassy pond. It's past midnight and the invited guests haven't come yet. When I lit the oil lamp, I beat the chess piece bored and broke the knot on the wick.

4, more leakage, spring night (Tang Mao Wenxi)

Spring is midnight. Spring hates cutting and flowers are spent outside the moon. People can't see, dreams are hard to follow, and the red yarn is slightly lighter.

Partial hatred, it is Fang Jie, there are thousands of cloves in Qian Qian in the court. The night fog dispersed, the morning glow, Shuang Yan between the beams.

Interpretation: Spring is quiet in the middle of the night, and spring's thoughts and worries are endless. The cuckoo outside the flower is crying, as if to keep the waning moon that has gone west. Acacia people disappear, and acacia dreams are hard to come true. My lonely heart is like a remnant lamp with a red veil. What I hate most is that at this time, in the season of warm spring in bloom, the lilacs under the steps are flourishing, like one knot after another. The night fog is drifting away, the morning glow is shining on the horizon, and a pair of spring swallows are flying between the beams.

5. Autumn Night (Song Zhushu Needle)

The night is sleepless, the autumn wind is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut to night.

The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.

Interpretation: It is difficult to fall asleep at night, and the night air in autumn is cool. I cut the candle flowers many times, and it will soon be the third night. Outside the window, the shadow of the moon is scattered on the cold bed, and the moon looks so bright through the phoenix tree seam.

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Night, time word, refers to night, night, after dark. It usually refers to the period from 6 pm to 5 am the next day. During this period, the sky is usually black (caused by the rotation of the earth).

At night, the temperature usually decreases gradually, reaching the lowest in the middle of the night, and the scenery at night is also beautiful, which is a common writing theme of poetry.

6. Poetry about the night.

1, Leyou Tomb

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.

2. "Slow voice search"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Platanus acerifolia dripping at dusk, at E79FA5E98193E78988E69D8331333431343662. This time, what a sad sentence!

Translation: Empty and unprincipled, cold and desolate, sad and miserable, heartbreaking. How to rest when you feel warm and cold? Drinking three glasses of light wine can't resist its urgency and the cold wind blowing in the evening. The geese who have gone to the south to escape the cold have already flown, but sadly, they are old acquaintances. Deny one's hometown.

The chrysanthemums are all yellow, and I am sad and haggard. Have no intention of appreciating flowers and cherishing them. Now that the flowers are fading, who can pick them? Look at the window to see the time, look at the window to see the time, I hope it's not dark. It was drizzling on the plane blades, and it was still dripping at dusk. How can this situation be described by a sad sentence?

3. "Spring Complaint"

Tang Dynasty: Liu

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.

Outside the screen window, the sun fades and the dusk gradually falls; Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears. The courtyard is empty, and the spring scenery is about to disappear; Pear flower falls fell all over the floor, and the door closed mercilessly.

4. "Drunken Flower Shade, Fog and Thick Clouds, Worried for Ever"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Fog, thick clouds, life is very boring. Long Xianxiang shines brightly in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body. I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.

5. "Yuan, the original inspector"

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

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.

Last year, on the fifteenth day of the first month of the Lantern Festival, the lights of the flower market were as bright as during the day. The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. Never see last year's lover again, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears.

7. Poetry with the theme of "day" and "night"

Black pain

Night is coming, and a dark horse-

Covered with black coal, fearful, atrophied muscles-

In the face of killing, cold sweat broke out.

Sharp words pierced my chest.

The blade explains the wound.

Make me desolate and empty

All my memories welcome you.

Take them one by one.

Even opened the package of my life.

Let me leave myself

I forgot my name.

I have nothing on me.

There's only one long wound.

A cave that no one has ever been to.

I started dreaming.

One eye, just one eye.

Watch me die in death.

Tonight is enough for me.

I use a knife.

Cut the chest

The painful dawn shed bright red.

I think this poem is not bad, with profound language, which is different from previous poems describing the night.

spring

Spring has arrived.

The peach blossoms in Longhua are in bloom.

It's open on those nights.

On those bloody nights

There were no stars in those nights.

It was windy those nights.

Those nights listening to widows sobbing

This ancient land

Like a hungry beast at any time

Lick the blood of young people

The blood of a tenacious man's son

So after a long winter.

After the ice and snow season

After infinite drowsiness and expectation.

These bloodstains. Blood.

On a mysterious night

In the dark of the east

Burst countless buds.

Spring is everywhere in Jiangnan.

People ask: Where does spring come from?

I said: from the tomb hole in the suburbs

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Torch to the sun

It seems a little biased, but the artistic conception is similar.