Poems about cold in the morning and hot at noon

1. Poems about morning, noon and evening

Poems about morning, noon and evening 1. Ancient poems describing morning, noon, dusk and night.

Morning:

Watch the sunrise in Jinshan

Lu you

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

The river is wide when the sun breaks water.

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

Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends.

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

When Luo floated, the night did not stop.

Rising sun

Wang Changling

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

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

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

Chu Rizhao fenglou

Li Yuzhong

Chaoyang Smoke Hall, Chaoyang Candle Imperial Residence.

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

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

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

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

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

Chu Rizhao Huaqing Palace

Chaisu

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

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 the harvest is lucky, she looks forward to it.

Noon:

Minnong

Li Shen

When weeding is at noon,

Sweat dripped on the ground.

Who knows the Chinese food on the plate,

Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.

Dusk:

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 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.

Bu operator

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.

Night:

Spend the night on Jiande River.

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .

Melancholy Qiu Si

Liu Yuxi

The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.

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

2. Sentences describing morning, noon, evening and night

early morning

In the morning, all is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, and the morning light of dawn slowly awakens the sleeping creatures. The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but thinking of the past, the morning is refreshing and calm, and the clouds are clear. The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head and gradually fades into a faint blue smoke, bordering the horizon. A gentle mist rose from the river and the mountains were coated with a soft milky white. White fog makes everything hazy and psychedelic.

In the early morning, the street is very quiet. When the first ray of morning light came in through the mist, the small street ushered in a warm morning. At this time, everything in the small street was shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hung their heads and took a gentle bath in the morning light. Tall poplars spread their arms like strong young people; The wet grass gives off a faint green color. What a beautiful summer morning. After beginning of winter, the weather became cold. With the cold wind blowing, the yellow leaves fell into the arms of Mother Earth. The mountains in the distance have lost a lot of weight, the grass nearby has withered, and the branches are like naked puppets, twisting their bodies mechanically, as if to say goodbye to yesterday. Everywhere in the depression, everywhere in the yellow, which caused me infinite melancholy.

noon

It's sunny at noon, scorching sun at noon, scorching sun at noon, scorching sun at noon.

Noon: Police officer Otchumelov wears a new military coat and carries a small bag across the market square. He was followed by a policeman.

Tea, with brown-red hair and thick Luo, is full of confiscated gooseberry. The air was quiet.

Quiet. ..... There is not even a figure in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors and listlessly face the world created by God.

The world is like a hungry mouth. There is not even a begging bow near the store door.

In midsummer, the wind doesn't blow, the birds don't crow, the cows don't move, the valley is dead silent/the heat at noon, there is not a cloud in the sky, there is not a breeze in the space, the air seems to be stagnant/at noon, the scorching sun is on the head, weeds sleep in the heat, and no one dares to walk in the sun/at noon in this summer, the mirror-like water surface reflects strong sunlight, and the willows and poplars on the shore throw them into the river.

winter jasmine

The midday sun shines vertically. The Huanglei River is sparkling, the clear water surface shines like carp, and the water vapor floats to the villages along the river with the breeze. The roof of the village bathed in the warm sunshine in spring gives off a dry and burnt smell. The cool steam regulates the smell of dry coke, which makes people comfortable.

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Rickshaw Boy

Evening: Summer evening is warm and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; Wear colorful skirts, close your temples and gently hold them up; Elegant and elegant.

The sky is light blue, sometimes floating clouds, like white cotton wool. The breeze blows their soft bodies and sings softly all the way. When you look down at the roadside, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Looking up again, the cotton-like white clouds have become "ponytails" and scattered into the sky. ...

The sunset is like blood, and the sun is shining all over the sky.

I like summer nights best, beautiful and intoxicating, gorgeous! The fiery red cloud covered the western sky like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow background, with a faint orange red color; Add a light blue ribbon on the orange-red basis; One end of the ribbon is completely unfolded, and a wide bloody silk scarf gradually floats to the horizon ... thus setting off the sunset more bright red and gorgeous.

The distant mountains in the twilight are gloomy and magnificent. In the vast sea of people, I saw two poplars and pine trees standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, they looked more vigorous and tall. The swaying branches and leaves have a touch of sunset. I saw the mottled sunset hanging on the treetops and falling bit by bit. Quickly pick up the digital camera and freeze it at that moment; Bang! Beautiful silhouette-tree: like a man with indomitable spirit, he walked into my "shutter" ...

The mountains in the sunset are dignified and majestic, which fascinates me!

The night is getting darker, and the sunset finally can't stand the temper of time and falls in the valley. The top of the mountain swallowed the last ray of light. Looking at the sunset, I sighed, "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". The beautiful sunset is so spectacular, but it is a flash in the pan. Daytime replaces the sun and the moon. What about life? Everyone is from childhood, youth, maturity to old age. Where is everyone's sunset? Will it be so brilliant? Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, and youth never comes again!

The night darkened. I don't know when the budding meniscus has quietly hung in the sky. When the light is on, the neon lights are flashing. The corner that used to be sparsely populated is now crowded with people. Usually afraid of crowds, I bent down and ran to the secluded path to go home.

At this point, the streets are gradually full of people and traffic. The metropolis was plunged into a prosperous night. Bypassing the noise, I set foot on the path. There are soft weeping willows here; There is a faint scent of grass here, a thick cordate telosma here, and a charming fragrance floating in the evening breeze. ...

3. Find out the sentences that describe morning, noon and evening.

Dawn in the morning, like a sword, splits the silent night and welcomes the rising sun.

It is already dawn, and the morning light like a clear spring flows in from a small window. On the branches, birds are constantly singing. The dawn of dawn lifts the veil of night, spits out brilliant morning light and welcomes a new day.

The newborn dawn, like a bright red baby, trembled three times in this thick spray. The rising sun, covered with strong alcohol, sprinkled infinite drunkenness on the vast sky in the field ... The sky gradually revealed the dawn, and the light blue sky was inlaid with a few residual stars, and the earth was hazy, like a silver-gray veil.

At noon, the sun rolled up all the leaves, and cicadas kept clamoring for long bells, adding a layer of irritability to the sultry weather. One summer noon, the sky was clear, the sun was high, and there was not even a breath of wind. The earth is like a steamer, and it is too hot to breathe.

Under the scorching sun, the asphalt road is soft like a layer of black oil. At noon in the scorching sun, the wind didn't blow, the birds didn't crow, the cattle and sheep didn't move, and the ravine was as silent as death.

At this time, it was noon, and the sun shone on the river like fire, even the flowing river was steamed by the sun. At noon, the sun shines on the leaves of grains, cicadas are on trees and Yin Yan is on crops. They are singing with their wings.

On a sultry afternoon, there is not a breath of wind. Although sitting in the shade of a tree, it is still hot: the face is hot, the chest is hot, and even the inhaled air is suffocating. The fireball-like sun scorched the earth.

The tree was baked deaf and pulled its head, the dog lay in the shade with its red tongue, the cicada cried desperately in the tree, and there was oppression and disgust everywhere. At noon this summer, the mirror-like water reflected silver light.

At this time, it was almost noon. The sky is clear and the sun is blazing in Wan Li. The cicada on the nearby branch stood noisily. On a hot noon, the sea was unusually calm. She opened her arms to me like a loving mother.

At noon, the sun is scorching, and there is no wind. The cicada in the tree kept calling, "It's so hot! How hot it is! ..... "People are even more excited.

At noon, spring shines warmly on the ground, making the mountains and rivers beautiful. The sun is scorching the earth, people fall asleep with the help of fans and electric fans, and some people sit under trees to enjoy the cool, waving fans desperately and drinking, and are sleepy. Only the cicada is still proudly shouting "Know it".

The sun in the sky is like a burning flame, spraying excessive light and heat on the earth, so the earth seems to be burning. The weather in mid-June is hot enough. Three or four o'clock in the afternoon is the most difficult time of the day. The road was burning with anxiety, and clusters of white smoke emerged step by step.

The air is hot and stuffy, as if it could be lit by striking a match. At noon, Beidaihe seaside has a unique scenery: there are a few faint colorful clouds floating in the blue sky.

The rippling sea seems to be covered with a layer of flashing fish scales in the bright sunshine, becoming more delicate and charming. In the distance, white sails are dotted; Not far away, people wearing swimsuits of all colors enjoy themselves in the warm embrace of the sea; There are countless "flower mushrooms" and sunbathers on the beach.

On a windless noon, it was very hot. The dazzling sunshine is particularly majestic and shines on people like fire.

When a match is lit, the rising heat on the ground seems to be lit. At noon, the sky is like a silvery hot iron pot hanging upside down over the earth.

The pot is steaming hot, and people are steamed just to vent their anger. Every breath is like swallowing a hot steamed bun. It was very hot at noon, and there was not a cloud in the sky.

The sun hung motionless overhead, scorching the grass. There is no wind, the air is stagnant, and there is no ripple on the water.

One noon in the summer vacation, the weather was very hot. The sun scorched the earth.

There was no wind all day, and the willows beside the moat were depressed and lifeless. Cicada desperately shouted "Hot … Hot …" Even an ant is hard to find on the ground-they can't stand hot magic.

In the afternoon, the sky was blue and gray, and the fierce sun baked the ground hot; A south wind blew and rolled up a heat wave. Cicada's chirping in the tree "knowing" and "knowing" is low and slow, as if telling an old story.

The old people sat in the shade, patiently shaking their fans, cursing the heat, and talking happily about how the weather is good for the ears of rice. Those birds in the forest are resting lazily in the trees, as if dreaming of a "bumper harvest".

At night, in the evening, the screaming of birds passes through the dusk and hovers in the sky. There is also a toad cry like a ball, like a bubble floating on a pond.

The sunset is like a big red and ripe apple, hanging high on the branches and full of gorgeous colors. The sunset pressed the mountain peak, and the reddish sunset emerged, revealing the quiet dusk in the suburbs of the town with a smile.

The setting sun seems to suddenly break on the horizon and disappear silently. On the opposite mountain pass, there is only a piece of red blood left. Dusk rises like smoke from all around.

When dusk comes, everything is shrouded in gloomy twilight. As the sun sets, the high sky is solemn.

When the sun sets, everything becomes silent, and everything is stained with yellow tones. The sun went down, leaving only a faint rouge color in the western sky.

The setting sun shines obliquely on the sea, and the sky in the west is golden, just like a bright golden plate. A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and the night fell from the sky like a fishing net.

At the junction of water and sky at sunset, there is a faint blush. At dusk, the light sprinkled on the river by the setting sun, like many gold needles and silver wires, swayed with the water waves.

The sun shines its last light on a tree in the forest, and a bright big star shines on the blue river bend. Twilight is getting thicker and the earth is in chaos.

Twilight is like a translucent yarn, covering everything in a gray way. The last glow of the western paradise has melted into the twilight.

Streets full of twilight, lit with small lights, emit yellow light. At this time, the dusk is boundless.

4. Describe ancient poems in the morning and evening

In the evening, there are birds singing in the stream (Wang Wei), osmanthus flowers falling, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon rises, the birds are frightened. They are singing in the stream. Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran), I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, the storm and Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night. I want to know how many flowers were broken (Du Fu). When spring comes, they sneak into the night with the wind, and everything is quiet. The wild path is dark and the river boat is on fire. At dawn, they are red and wet.

A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang. Shangshan left early, Wen began to collect taxes early in the morning, and all the guests went back to their hometown to express their condolences.

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

Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. Fan Chengda, under the bamboo in the morning, finished the morning makeup, and talked wearily across the saddle.

The line is fine and foggy, and the mountains overlap. When the tree is straight, the green stream occupies the bridge bay.

Hundreds of birds are like welcoming guests, feeling without thinking. The morning breeze in the Book of Songs [1] is the morning breeze, which is gloomy in the northern forest.

If you don't see a gentleman, you are worried about Qin Qin. How come? How come? Forget me a lot! There are six refutations on the mountain.

If you don't see a gentleman, you will be happy when you are worried. How come? How come? Forget me a lot! There are buds in the mountains and trees in the mountains [2].

I'm so worried about not meeting a gentleman. How come? How come? Forget me a lot! The First Town Army joined the army through Qu 'a, and as an envoy of Tao Yuanming when he was young, he entrusted Qin Shu.

Being complacent by Brown is often illusory. When the time comes, I will pick you up, and I will rest on the avenue.

I decided to wear a dressing gown, and I was temporarily separated from the garden. When I am alone, I miss you.

I can't walk far. I climbed thousands of miles. My eyes are tired and my mind is full of mountains and rivers.

Look at the clouds and shame the birds, but swim in the water. I really wanted to at first, but who was caught?

Chat, move, and finally go back to work. The ninth aspect of drinking is that Tao Yuanming smells knocking at the door in the morning and turns his back on himself.

Ask the son for whom? Father Tian has a kind heart. I am far-sighted and doubt that I will keep pace with the times.

"Under the thatched eaves, the heights are cold. I have been in Shang Tong all my life, and I hope you will be confused. "

I was impressed by my father's words, and I was very angry. You can learn honestly, but you are not fascinated! And * * * Huan this drink, I dare not drive back.

-the soft strips are full of vigor, and the green leaves are yellow day and night.

The bright moon rises from the cliff, and the light flow is dull. Put it on the porch facing the vestibule, and the morning geese are flying.

Kochi lives everywhere, but he guards an empty hall. Strong teeth do not live forever, and they are often generous at the end of the year.

-gather on the stage of Junyao and dance for two years before.

This morning is beautiful in itself, so avoid sunny days. On a sunny day, the Peach and Plum Festival is beautiful.

-Baijin did not die in the city, and the status of the Ming Dynasty was high.

Beijing Twelve Roads, Fei Kun in different scales. Officials are flowers and tourists are light.

The stars are not in the morning, but the porch has arrived. Guests flock to the pommel horse.

The cold and summer are temporary, and the spring is prosperous and charming. Junping is lonely, and his life experience is abandoned.

5. Describe words and sentences in different time periods (such as morning, noon and evening)

The words describing the morning time are vague in the morning. The east is white, the day is just dawn, the east wants to dawn, the sky is dark, the morning glow is all over the sky, the morning light is gorgeous, the rising sun rises, the golden rooster announces dawn, the white fog is enchanting, the stars are driven away, the purple pavilion shines, the rooster announces dawn, the clouds are open, everything wakes up, the morning breeze blows gently, the morning light is hazy, the air is fresh, the fog is diffuse and the stars are sparse. At noon, the sun is shining and the sun is shining in Wan Li. There are no clouds and blue sky. In the evening, the sun sets, and the setting sun is like blood. Hundreds of birds return to Hualin's lanterns. At the beginning of the night, the night falls. At dusk, the stars are shining, the night is soft and charming. The stars are shining in the middle of the night, and the moonlight is like a thousand lights. On the moon, the willows are full and the tall buildings are illuminated. In the morning, all is silent, and the night is coming.

The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but thinking of the past, the morning is refreshing and calm, and the clouds are clear. The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head and gradually fades into a faint blue smoke, bordering the horizon. A gentle mist rose from the river and the mountains were coated with a soft milky white. White fog makes everything hazy and psychedelic.

The red sun rising in Ran Ran shines on the sea of clouds, colorful and brilliant. A fiery red sun rises in the purple fog, and dazzling flames are emitted around it.

There is a golden sun embedded in the blue sky, like a white cloud; Lonely sails on the blue sea are floating in the clear sky. Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves.

The morning is fresh as dew, and the sky is soft, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the song of a soaring lark, just like looking at the blue sea and seeing a white sail. There are several extremely thin clouds in the sky, some as white as newly picked cotton, and some as red as the drunken color on Belle's face.

Cirrus clouds are constantly floating, sometimes like a white feather, sometimes like a white silk thread. The rushing clouds rolled in the current, keeping the swaying treetops low.

The small clouds on the top of the Western Hills, when people can't see the rising sun, are baked into brilliant red by the morning glow, just like wisps of colorful jadeite dotted on white jade. I saw the white clouds in the valley, sometimes rolled into cotton-wool clouds, and sometimes turned into long silk, floating around this mountain peak and slowly drifting away from another mountain peak.

This silver sea of clouds seems far away and close at hand. It is light and slow, and the arrangement is related, varied and interesting.

Clear and lofty blue sky, a few white clouds floating by, set off its gentleness and demure. The night sky is deep and transparent.

The sky is particularly high, especially blue, and the clouds are particularly white and quiet. It was too dark at night, and the eyebrow-shaped first quarter moon sank early, making it difficult to distinguish the scenery on the ground.

In all directions, there is no sound. Only the sound of running water in the dam broke the silence of the mountain village at night.

Near the path, the sound of cows chewing grass came from which cowshed. It's already dark in Shan Ye, and the stars in the sky are squinting at the world with cold light.

The grassland at night is so quiet and serene, only the sound of quietly flowing streams makes people daydream about nature. Midnight in the dead of winter is unusually quiet, and everything is silent.

The night is dark, and there is no sound in the fields and mountains except the chorus of frogs and the crow of birds. At night, the stars are shining, the lights are blurred, and the silver stars are connected with the lamp beads, so it is impossible to tell which is the Milky Way and which is the sea of lights.

The sky is clear and bright, the stars are all together, and the earth is still in a quiet night. In the middle of the night, the moon is setting in the west, the stars are all over the sky, and dew is floating on the ground, which is cold.

The dark sky is full of stars _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ white, yellow and blue; There are big stars, small stars, twinkling stars, twinkling stars. The dark sky is full of chess-like stars.

The sky is dotted with sparse stars, bright, as if tears of light are about to fall. The faint stars seem to be hidden behind the veil.

The dazzling Taibai star hangs on the top of this hill, as if it were a jewel flying out of a dark mountain. Several stars are competing for airspace with the Day of Residual Evil.

In the morning, all is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, and the morning light of dawn slowly awakens the sleeping creatures. The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but thinking of the past, the morning is refreshing and calm, and the clouds are clear.

The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head and gradually fades into a faint blue smoke, bordering the horizon. A gentle mist rose from the river and the mountains were coated with a soft milky white. White fog makes everything hazy and psychedelic. In the early morning, the street is very quiet.

When the first ray of morning light came in through the mist, the small street ushered in a warm morning. At this time, everything in the small street was shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hung their heads and took a gentle bath in the morning light. Tall poplars spread their arms like strong young people; The wet grass gives off a faint green color. What a beautiful summer morning.

After beginning of winter, the weather became cold. With the cold wind blowing, the yellow leaves fell into the arms of Mother Earth.

The mountains in the distance have lost a lot of weight, the grass nearby has withered, and the branches are like naked puppets, twisting their bodies mechanically, as if to say goodbye to yesterday. Everywhere in the depression, everywhere in the yellow, which caused me infinite melancholy.

At noon, the sun is shining, the sun is burning, and the sun is burning. At noon, police officer Otchumelov wore a new military coat and walked across the market square with a small bag in his hand. He was followed by a policeman with reddish-brown hair and a thick Rory stuffed with confiscated gooseberries.

The air was silent. ..... There is not even a figure in the square.

Shops and hotels open their doors and listlessly face the world created by God, like hungry mouths. There is not even a begging bow near the store door.

In midsummer, the wind doesn't blow, birds don't crow, cows don't move, and the ravine at noon is as silent/hot as death. There is not a cloud in the sky, there is not a breeze in the space, the air seems to be stagnant/at noon, when the sun is shining, weeds sleep in the heat, and no one dares to walk in the sun/at noon this summer.