Poems about dusk, ancient poems

Poetry about dusk 1. Evening poem

1, like a dream, thin moon dusk courtyard, Qing dynasty: Nalanxingde thin moon dusk courtyard, shallow language teaching.

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.

In the courtyard at dusk, the bright moon is in the sky, and their love stories are endless, and their drunkenness is decreasing. Now, future lovers have known each other for a long time. I wonder if that person's heart is true? Still pretending? Old grievances and new love, old feelings and new grievances are intertwined, unclear and confusing.

Who can see my sad thoughts, sleepless nights, red tears on my face and letters soaked in coral pillows? 2. Listening to Chengtoujiao at dusk in Qing Dynasty: Nalanxingde listened to Chengtoujiao at dusk and was in a bad mood.

The initial boiling of the medicine furnace is short and green, and there is no lingering fragrance and half a trace of annoyance. Affectionate since ancient times, the original disease, clear mirror cherish clear shadow.

With a flick of a finger, tears fell like silk, and the Central Committee and Dongfeng Hugh sent jade people to know. At dusk, I heard the sound of horns coming from the city head. I sat up reluctantly and was in a bad mood.

As soon as the medicine is boiled, the lamp and candle will emit a blue flame, and the burning incense will emit half a wisp of smoke, which will arouse infinite sadness. Affectionate people have been sick since ancient times. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard face.

Read one of your "words between your fingers" and tears will fall down at once. Please don't tell you that I miss you when I am sick. 3. Jiang Shenzi's twilight is still the rain in the Song Dynasty: Su Shigong's old preface says: Snow is pregnant with Zhu Kangshu, and I know I miss you, so I wrote Jiang Shenzi to send it.

It's still raining at night. Open the curtain at dawn to flatten the eaves.

The sky is low in the river, and there is nowhere to recognize the green curtain. Who will accompany me when I sit alone and sing frozen songs? Wipe away the sick eyes and twist off the beard.

Let your guests get drunk and tired. Crystal salt, sweet for whom? Holding plum blossoms, looking east at Tao Qian.

Snow is like an old friend and people are like snow. Although cute, some people think it is. Yesterday evening, it was raining in Mao Mao. I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, only to find that the heavy snow was almost flush with the eaves.

The river is wide and the sky is low, and the long white snow covers the wine flag of the riverside pub. I sat alone in the cold and recited poems. Who's with me? Wipe your dim eyes and stroke your aging beard. You may be enjoying a feast. Who is this crystal clear snow for? I looked east with plum blossom in my hand, thinking about Tao Qian.

Snow is like an old friend, and old friends are like snow. Although cute, I am afraid of being "suspected". 4. The courtyard of Butterfly Lovers is deep and deep. Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu's courtyard is deep and deep, willow smoke is piled up, and the curtain is not heavy.

Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers.

Luxurious chariots and horses are parked in the place where aristocratic childe plays. She went upstairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the way to Zhangtai. Spring is dusk, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how you hide the evening scenery, you can't keep spring.

I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit. 5, the birth of the scorpion Yuan Xi Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market lights like day.

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. On the fifteenth day of the first month last year, 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 still the same as last year.

I never saw my old friend last year again, and tears soaked her clothes unconsciously.

2. Twilight Poetry

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.

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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 Qiangdi, 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, already exhausted, but also subject to 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. Sentences describing dusk

Overlooking the dusk of the town, it seems that a golden moon falls into the Tianhe River and kisses the countryside in my hometown. From time to time, dogs and chickens bark from the village where the smoke is curling up, as if it were a distant and hazy dream.

At dusk, the light sprinkled on the river by the setting sun, like many gold needles and silver wires, swayed with the water waves. Twilight has blurred, and the sky full of sunset clouds has gradually faded.

The evening sky is not dark, but bright blue, and the mountains are stained with a thin blush under the irradiation of sunset. At dusk, a crescent moon rises quietly, and around it, there are still a few stars that emit faint light.

The sunset slowly sets, and the sky is full of red clouds, like a red skirt scattered by the goddess. The evening sky is not dark, but bright blue, and the mountains are stained with a thin blush under the irradiation of sunset.

4. Twilight Poetry

1, "If the eyes are charming, the apricot blossoms are cold upstairs" —— Ruan Yue in Song Dynasty

The apricot blossoms upstairs are cold at dusk. XieYue xiaozhu quick laugh.

A Shuang Yanzi, two rows of geese, drawing a corner sound residual.

People by the window are in the east wind, crying at the spring.

It should also be as old as before, full of autumn waters and faint spring mountains.

Interpretation: At dusk, I climbed up the building and took a look. See apricot flowers in the slight cold, and a bright moon reflects the railing of the small building. As soon as Shuang Yanzi came back, two lines of geese flew north, and the horn sounded intermittently in the distance. In front of the gorgeous window, a beautiful woman stood in the spring breeze, silent and carefree. It should be as clear as autumn water and as beautiful as spring mountain.

2, "Like a Dream, Slender Moon and Evening Courtyard"-Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

In the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is 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.

Interpretation: In the courtyard at dusk, the slender moon hangs in the sky, and their love stories are endless, and their drunkenness is gradually decreasing. Now, future lovers have known each other for a long time. I wonder if that person's heart is true? Still pretending? Old grievances and new love, old feelings and new grievances are intertwined, unclear and confusing. Who can see my sad thoughts, sleepless nights, red tears on my face and letters soaked in coral pillows?

3. Leyou Scenic Area/Leyou Mausoleum-Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin.

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

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Interpretation: I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.

4. "Young beauty listens to the corner of the city at dusk"-Qing: Nalan Xingde

At dusk, listening to the corner of the city head again, I was in a bad mood. The initial boiling of the medicine furnace is short and green, and there is no lingering fragrance and half a trace of annoyance.

Affectionate since ancient times, the original disease, clear mirror cherish clear shadow. With a flick of a finger, tears fell like silk, and the Central Committee and Dongfeng Hugh sent jade people to know.

At dusk, I heard the sound of horns coming from the city head. I sat up reluctantly, feeling uncomfortable. As soon as the medicine is boiled, the lamp and candle will emit a blue flame, and the burning incense will emit half a wisp of smoke, which will arouse infinite sadness. Affectionate people have been sick since ancient times. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard face. Read one of your "words between your fingers" and tears will fall down at once. Please don't tell you that I miss you when I am sick.

5, "Qing Ping Le Yu Qing Yan Ye"-Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi

Rain is fine and smoke is late. The green water and the new pool are full. Shuang Yan went to the weeping willow courtyard, and the small pavilion painted curtains with high volumes.

Zhu Lan alone at dusk. The southwest crescent is arched. Falling flowers blow with the wind, and Luo Yi is particularly cold in spring.

After the rain in Chuqing, light smoke filled the dusk, and green spring water filled the new pool. Shuangyanfei returned to the courtyard where the willows hung low, and the curtains in the attic were rolled up high. At dusk, leaning on bamboo pillars alone, there is a crescent moon in the southwest sky. The fallen flowers on the steps danced with the wind, and Luo Yi was particularly cold.

5. Beautiful sentences about dusk

1, no matter how good the plot is, it is a play after all, and it is dark at dusk.

2. Welcome every dawn and dusk with a vibrant heart. I am an unknown thief. I stole your name at dusk to make wine. One drink is a lifetime, and I want to be drunk.

I like flowers in spring, trees in summer, dusk in autumn, sunshine in winter and you every day. 5, thin shadows are shallow, and a faint fragrance floats at dusk.

6. When you came, I smiled at everyone and was very polite to those who hated me. I can't wait to wait for you in sugar every night. 7. Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were sparse and the petals were scattered.

What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world. Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other.

Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark. 8. You must believe that there must be your lover in the world. Whether you are surrounded by light at the moment, drowned by applause, or you are walking alone in a cold street and getting wet by heavy rain, whether it is a light snow morning or a hot evening, he will definitely pass through the turbulent crowd in the world, and he will definitely walk past them and walk towards you.

9. Looking at the dusk and feeling the dusk, let my melancholy heart fly in the sunset again and again, and the sky gradually darkened, but I found that the sunset was redder at this time, like a fire, ah! At dusk, do you not give up? Even though you have lost your original glory, you are still looking forward to trying to fade your dreams.

6. What are the famous ancient poems and sentences about sunset?

There are many weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique. In the old society, the former swallow of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. Li Shangyin, the tomb of Leyou, had the shadow of twilight in his heart, and I drove forward in the tomb of Leyou. The setting sun is infinitely sunny, and it is buried by the approaching night. Tianjingsha Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan Bridge has flowing water, and the ancient roads are sparse, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. The setting sun set leisurely from the evening guests. There were ten thousand sunrises and sunsets before the flame melted into the darkness. Can't go at sunset. But I have to go. Ten thousand sunsets, the impression of ten thousand sunsets, and the afterglow of ten thousand sunsets. The sunset is calm. When I arrived at the grave, I wanted to leave a little glory, but I still felt a little guilty. The new moon has given birth to birds, and the setting sun is farther west. (Zhang Songlei's "Harmony with Zhou Bangyan") There is no one lying on the back of the sunset cow, which leads west Western jackdaw to return in pairs. (Song Shunmin's "Village Residence" points in Western jackdaw in the west, and the water flows around the lonely village. (Guan Fang) Birds sing in the valley trees, and mountains shadow in the twilight village. (Hu's "Shan Jutu") In a small shop after the rain, the mangroves in Yao Village fall in the sunset. (Tea Shen Xing's "Chihe Tie") A stream of green water and spring rain, half of the shore is clear, and the sunset is half set. When the sun goes down, a mountain peak will disappear first. (Lin Qingzexu's "Mu Mu") 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 sunset water, the grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside. (Song Fan Zhongyan, "Su Curtain Covering") Wan Gu has sound, but several peaks are silent.

7. Write a poem at dusk

At dusk, in front of the Independent Buddhist Temple in the Tang Dynasty, the ground was covered with Sophora japonica and cicadas. Generally speaking, at four o'clock, my heart is always bitter, and it is autumn in my heart. In the spring village, the February village of Tang Dynasty is warm and harmonious, and Dai Shengfei is in the mulberry forest. Farmers plow old valleys, and silkworms pray for new clothes. Cattle and horses are far away because of the wind, and chickens and dolphins pass through the community. At dusk, the road under the forest, drums and flutes are playing for the return of the gods. Looking back at Ziweilang of Tang Dynasty. Sand at the beginning of last month, at dusk in the Tang Dynasty, the moon was covered with sand, and the snow was clear in autumn. The hydrology is not smoked, and the Suyu field is cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Du Fu's sorrow, he returned to the lonely city with a white head and a cane. The rivers converge on the mainland, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the scenery is clear. Cangyan took care of Xie and lost his life. He admired the yellow birds and threw them into the forest. Returning to the cloud to help the tree lose the mountain village. Lung disease is just a high pillow for declining years, so close the door early when you are in a hurry. You can't stay in chaos for long, because there is no soul in the south. Back to Tang Yan Tumu Painting Gallery, the singing and dancing were noisy, and people who went to the club didn't watch it. The dragon is the companion of Jianglou, and he still leans against the railing at dusk. Tang Du Mu, the crow, was upset, and the cold smoke rose at dusk. Mao deceives the queen's hair and feels Chu Ji. There is no possibility of hoary head. In the Tang dynasty, there were a lot of residual flowers lying in the Han dynasty, and the fragrance was still inexhaustible. At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and it is clear and rainy, and it is thin and red. The grass is clean under the tree and the wind is empty on the wall. On this sad day, Xiyuan sings a song to the east. Wuqi Qutang Li Duan White Horse chased Zhu Che and entered the narrow slope at dusk. Narrow slope willows compete for a night. Every time I hear a crow, I know the night. Leyou Tombs Tang Li Shangyin has a twilight shadow in his heart. I have been driving in Leyou Tombs, and to see the sun, for all his glory is buried by the coming night. The residual red in a drowned rat aroused the poet's magic, nostalgic for the past, but helpless. The half-fallen bronze platform is full moon, and the golden valley is windy. Wandering in the water, the debris sticks to the short sand. Who knows that Nagato is locked, and the evening drizzle is harmonious. The autumn wine in Luozhuang is easy to wake up, and it is sad and long to leave. Heartbroken, green and stormy. Jiang Ting watched Song Wenzhi in the late Tang Dynasty, soaking in the clouds, cooking smoke out of the distant village. Birds return to the beach with traces, but sail on the waves with traces. Watching the water is flexible, and watching the mountains is to kill their souls. They are still addicted to it and want to return to the dusk of the horse. Looking at the Tang Dynasty in autumn, the stream is gurgling and the drizzle is slightly smoky. Western Western jackdaw shines in front of the mountain, and Du Qu is alone at dusk. No one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone. In autumn, the Tanggu Pagoda cries sadly at dusk and stands alone at dusk. Looking from the south to Philip Burkart, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou. Lonely Tang Dynasty, people from Jiangjun County, Zhenggu Village, the weather is going to dusk. Spring sorrow is still drunk, and clothes are stained with tears and wine. The fragrance of Xiaomei, Song and Lin Bu in the mountain garden swayed alone, occupying the amorous feelings of the small garden. The shadows are shallow. A butterfly is like a butterfly. Fortunately, there is a whisper, and you don't need a golden urn of sandalwood. Autumn night to send Song Zhu Qing, slender crescent hanging dusk, people want to lose their souls in the secluded boudoir. The stationery was unpacked and changed, but the glass was accidentally lifted. Snuff burns the heart and tears grow on the sleeves. It is better to regret that there is no romance, but it is important to know that love is. Jiang Mei has crossed the willow, and the rain wet the swing at dusk. The voice is very slow. Song Qingzhao looked for it, cold and desolate. It's the hardest to stop when it's warm and cold at first. Three cups and two glasses of wine can't beat his lateness! The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. 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! The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! The fog of Song Yin Li Qingzhao is thick and the clouds are light, and my mind is always full of sorrow. The solar term is also the Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night. After drinking wine in Dongli at dusk, there is a faint fragrance overflowing the sleeves. Don't let it go. The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang returned to Su Shi in Song Dynasty with a delicate fragrance, floating in the dusk of the month. In front of the hall, there is a tree spring. Why does the east wind enter the west wind? Children often close the door. Snow muscles are cold. Yu Rongzhen. The distribution of fragrant cheeks is uneven. I want to send flowers to Lingtou people. It's dusk in Jiangnan. Song Yumei sushi's ice muscles are naturally thin. After that, long curtains look at dusk. When dusk came, I was fascinated. How can you bear to leave your slave? I'm afraid it's easier to leave Lang than to meet Lang. Let you see the courtyard of Nalanxingde clearly at dusk, just like dreaming. Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.