Bufu, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
2. Always think of you in Song and Huang Gongdu.
Jade case: neighboring chickens don't care about suffering
3. You think of me and look back at Song Xin Qiqi.
Magnolia Slow Show Zhong Zhang Gu Shuai Xing Yuan
4. I miss you, I miss you, Song Sushi.
Farewell to Li Gongze in late spring.
I miss Cui Dunli in Song Jun.
Jiangwu Wangtai Rain and Chuqing
6. Broadband is the Song Department of the Fourth Army.
Linjiangxian listened to the magpie and immediately became anxious.
2. Evening poetry, spring resentment
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.
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Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
A butterfly in love with flowers
There are weeping willows outside the building,
Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go.
Wandering catkins in the wind,
Follow the spring and see where to go.
Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu,
He is heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable.
Send wine to Chunchun Silence,
It rained at dusk.
Give birth to a son Yuanxi
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
3. The sunset poems that miss you in the tragic poetry series of Xishan:
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Empty and bitter,
It's no use burning when your heart is cold.
Where is Benibe's outer bead,
Berries are cold in spring and autumn.
If time can stay at the moment when we first met.
The gift is a fan abandoned in summer.
How heartlessly you changed your feelings.
Burning the emotion that blames me for fading quickly.
You should be like a stone.
My concubine should be cattail grass.
Pucao is as tough as silk.
Rock-free transfer
You live at the source of the Yangtze River,
I live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day,
* * * Drink Yangtze River water.
4. An ancient poem lamenting the dusk, autumn water and sky are the same color.
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
The sunset is better in autumn, picked from cymbidium. The sky is very bright and rainy, and the sky is urgent.
300,000 troops are in the same camp, beating drums to cut Xiqiang. We fight with blood and sticky autumn grass, collect dust and stir the sunset.
The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and the flying flowers are tired and easy to dusk;
The willow shoots on the moon, people about after dusk.
Maple forest is full of river color, so you can taste the sunset when you climb it.
It's sunny, a few boats return to the flute and drum in the sunset, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Indus is drizzling, at dusk, dribs and drabs.
Lonely smoke from the desert went straight into the river and the yen fell.
Sunset and Lonely Heron Sunset in Qi Fei are infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
The setting sun will end in sorrow.
The setting sun will always hate, and the short pavilion will be divided.
The people at the ferry are thin and dark.
Want to return Xiaoli, for the love of sunset red.
5. What are the poems describing "Looking forward to Langgui at dusk"?
Autumn to Ye Er Yellow,
I can't give up my feelings and miss my husband outside.
Lang Lang told me to think about it every day.
I want to break my heart all day.
Swallows come back in spring,
Whispering on the beam,
Flying like wings, sweet shadows in pairs,
Like a dream in heaven and earth,
Reunion lasts for a long time.
Today Lang goes to the world,
The end of the world is far away,
I cried at home,
Who do you trust,
How haggard the face in front of the mirror is,
Pearls are yellow before they get old.
Looking forward to it,
Thinking and thinking,
A year of green and a year of yellow are coming,
Lang dreamed of returning to his hometown,
Go home, go home.
My wandering lang,
Miss you, miss you.
Don't make me cry,
Go home, go home.
My dear lang.
6. Poems describing dusk In front of Bai Juyi's independent Buddhist temple at dusk in the Tang Dynasty, the ground was full of locust flowers.
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 Tang Du Fu's sorrow, returning, and carrying a 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 sang to the East. Wuqiqu Tang Baima chased Zhu Che, and entered the narrow slope at dusk.
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.
7. Look at the sun. Despite his glory, a poem describes dusk and sunset. It is already dusk and loneliness. In Qi Fei, autumn waters are the same as the sky.
"Preface to Wang Tengting" Sunset in Wang Bo, heartbroken at the end of the world. "Day crystal sand. Qiu Si "Ma Zhiyuan desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
Wang Wei, seeing the sun, all his glory was buried in the coming night. Leyou Tomb Group Li Shangyin Mountain covers the daytime, and the ocean drains the golden river.
In the Lodge of Herons, Wang Zhihuan is full of water. The article "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River" is long in Wan Li, and long in smoke.
Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride" is full of autumn water, and the sunset is red in summer. Zhao Yi's "The Light of Taihu Lake" is covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red.
Bai Juyi's Ode to Mujiang lasts forever, the setting sun is far away, and the water is cool. Li Bai's "Deng Xinping Lou" is full of peach blossoms, and the sunset outside Dianshan Lake is red.
Su's "Wumen" is on the sunset creek bridge, and a half ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow. In Du Mu's "Occasionally Writing Two Questions in Qi 'an County", the setting sun in Pingsha is in the west, and the stars in Gansu are high and low.
The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Du Fu's Sunset in front of the Independent Buddhist Temple in the Tang Dynasty At dusk, 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, Tang Dynasty and Jiangzhou, I saw Hua Shuang's watch, and I knew it was Xunyang Xiguanmen.
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 Tang Du Fu's sorrow, returning, and carrying a 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.
8. Poetry about dusk 1, "If the eyes are charming, the apricot blossoms upstairs are cold"-Song Dynasty: Ruan Yue.
The apricot blossoms upstairs are cold at dusk. XieYue xiaozhu quick laugh.
A Shuang Yanzi, two lines of geese, painted with a broken horn.
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.
9. What are the poems of Sijun? Sijun's poems are mainly listed in my mind forever: 1, "Jade Resentment" Tang Li Bai Yusheng Bailu, her silk bottom was wet, and she lingered there for so long.
Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. 2, "Nagato resentment" Liu Tang Changqing why Nagato closed, bead curtain only hung.
Move to the deep palace early in the month and move to the harem in the Spring Festival Evening. The grass grows idle, and the pear grows long.
Wheatgrass is so lucky that she watches the wind blow. 3. At midnight, Wu Ge, Qiu Ge, Tang and Li Bai, a bright moon hung high in the capital, and the streets were empty.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
4, "Spring Complaint Curtain Sunset Red Gradually Twilight" Tang Liu Curtain Sunset Red Gradually Twilight, Jindian no one saw tears. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
5, "Forever in My Heart" Tang Wang Changling boudoir young women do not know how to worry, spring makeup on Cui Lou. Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.
6, "Spring Thoughts" Li Baiyan grass is like Beth, and the mulberry branches here are bent with green silk. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, what's the matter? .