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Poems describing night scenes:
(1) Master Ye spent the night at the foot of the mountain, waiting for Ding.
(Meng Haoran)
The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and the valley in Qian Shan was suddenly dark and quiet.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
(Du Fu)
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Foreign night
(Du Fu)
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
(Wang Wei)
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
(Zhang Jiuling)
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
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(Shen Quanqi)
Against Huanglong City, our army was sent out a long time ago.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers.
Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums?
A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.
(Wang Wan)
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
Looking at the Old Times from "Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain"
(Li Bai)
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky;
I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
moonlit night
(Du Fu)
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
(Du Fu)
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Letter to Li, Special Commissioner of Zizhou
(Wang Wei)
Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
On returning to Nanshan at the end of the year
(Meng Haoran)
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.
I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou
(Meng Haoran)
Monkeys whimper in the dark mountains, and the river rushes in the dark.
The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou.
Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
One autumn night, I was listening to Qin Cheng's poems.
(Han Yi)
When the cold wind crawls under my mat, the exposed city walls turn pale with the autumn moon.
I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away.
I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
Visit an old friend in a country inn
(Dai Shulun)
On the autumn night, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and Guanghua is sprinkled in the palace in Miyagi Prefecture.
People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.
The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold.
Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and kept each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Say goodbye to Shen Han at Yunyang Inn.
(Si Kongshu)
How many years have passed since my old friend was in Jianghai?
Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.
Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance.
But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.
Night thoughts on terraced towers
(Wei Zhuang)
A harp sighs all night, with the sadness of wind and rain on its strings.
There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.
The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back.
Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.
Thank you for the farewell night poem of literature.
(Fan Yun)
The fog on the balcony began to melt, and the dream house was out of water.
The distant mountains are hidden and visible, and the flat sand is broken.
Divide the strings and spare the bitter sounds. Don't sing too many sad songs.
I'll deal with the car dust. I'll deal with it.
Send a farewell poem to Ji Shen's room in the evening.
(Fan Yun)
The Gui water at night is clear, and Chushan and Xiaoyun are clear.
The autumn wind in the two townships is bitter, and the autumn moon is thousands of miles away.
Cold branches are better than picking, and frost apes walk alone.
Romon suddenly left me, and she thought of you.
Poems of Wang Zhinv
(Fan Yun)
Ying Ying is at the water's edge, and the night sky feels sorry for himself.
This river can't be filled up without painstaking management.
One inch is affectionate, and one heart hangs everywhere.
I would like to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu.
Live in the general's headquarters
(Du Fu)
It's a cold autumn night, and I'm lying alone in the town by the river on the Laka tree in this courtyard. I looked at my extinguished candle.
I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me?
My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.
Jiangyin Middle Road, Zhou Hang
(Zhang Yanshi)
After the rain, it invaded a foot of mud and residual willows filled the door.
Dreams smell broken horns and send them back, and old scars look new.
Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.
More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian.
Night at the watchtower
(Du Fu)
The days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the cold nights are turned white by ice and snow.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world. ..
Return to Mount Lumeng at night.
(Meng Haoran)
In the evening, the bell of the temple echoed in the valley, and a noisy voice sounded at Yulu Ferry.
People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat.
The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here.
From Xiakou to Yingzhou, I hope Yueyang will be sent to Midtown.
(Liu Changqing)
Nautilus Island floats in the Yangtze River without waves and smoke. I miss Cheng and feel more distant.
The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky.
The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.
That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha.
Night parking in Wuchang
(Lu Lun)
Fog clouds spread far away to see Hanyang City, and the boat drifted away for a day.
Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night.
Look at the white hairs on both sides of two or three fragrant autumn hairs, and look at the bright moon dish.
My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums.
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(Li Shangyin)
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
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(Li Shangyin)
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
Spend the night on Jiande River.
(Meng Haoran)
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! .
House of Bamboo
(Wang Wei)
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Autumn night message autumn
(Wei)
When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems.
I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
General Shu Ge.
(Siwo)
The Big Dipper is high in the night sky; Night in Gotham, with swords and fierce guards.
Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
The owner of Furong Mountain is in every snow.
(Liu Changqing)
At dusk, Cangshan is far away, it is freezing and the house is poor.
Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night.
Border songs
(Lu Lun)
In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.
We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords.
Border songs
(Lu Lun)
In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow.
Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
Overnight temple
(Li Bai)
Dangerous buildings are hundreds of feet high, and you can pick stars with your hands.
Dare not speak loudly for fear of scaring people.
Sigh on the jade steps
(Li Bai)
Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone.
But what about looking at the water curtain of autumn moon light through crystal glass? .
Thoughts in the dead of night
(Li Bai)
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
I read it in a book about the night of the boat.
(Cha Shen Xing)
When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.
Slight wind and waves are scattered all over the river.
Chusek
(Du Mu)
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
The hymn of Twilight River
(Bai Juyi)
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
well
(Li Qingzhao)
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
I feel that the hedge door will come out at dawn in autumn night to meet the cold.
(land travel)
Wan Li Hedong enters the sea, climbing skyscrapers for 5,000 meters.
The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year.
Endless desire
(Nalan Xingde)
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu.
Night light.
When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through.
There is no such sound in my hometown.
Night berth near Fengqiao
(Zhang Ji)
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.
Song of spring palace
(Changling Wang)
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.
Pingyang song and dance is the new favorite, and spring cold outside the curtain sends brocade robes.
See the moon in the frosty night when you enjoy your dreams.
The sad winter night scene shook the long-term love. The moon has a new frost color, and the anvil has a wild goose.
Warm pity is close to fire, cold sleep is light. A kind word from my pillow makes my dream come true.
"Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Autumn night Tang Wangwei
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Libai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. 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?
Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building Tang Libai
In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
On Zhang's Autumn Climbing to Country-specific Mountains.
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese. Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest. The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Du Fu in Gordon Tang Dynasty
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Zhong Qiu yue song sushi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Bai Juyi in Mid-Autumn Festival and Tang Dynasty
Wan Li's beauty is incredible, adding sorrow, benefiting and hating to travel around the world. Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court?
After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs. According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
Tang author: Wei
Good luck and a beautiful house show all life.
Show the shadows of trees, and show the night view clearly. Quietly, things are different, and the shelf is like Yin Cen.
At the party in Xuan Mo, it was a name to mark the invasion. I don't know how to repay, but I am alone.
There are no leftovers, pottery and sheets in the study. Sitting in a row at birth, * * * loves the wind.
Don Wei Wu Ying
Give it to Liu Langzhong.
Knowledge is the same as ignorance, and wisdom is the same as strangeness. Yu Yan had to hold hands and enjoy the night view again and again.
Be smart to accompany Gao Yong and enjoy China calmly. One by one, the storm moved south to Guiyang Mountain.
The old inner door was empty and everything was hidden. Looking at the city in despair, the sequence of seclusion will last forever.
A hundred flowers blossom in the spring breeze, and the warmth becomes a well. Sleeping alone all day, the book is hopeless.
I should only look at the rain and dew and touch the desolate land. Comments |12012-08-2616: 33 Ri Ji Ruqian | Five-level Birding Creek
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. This is a very famous lyric poem. Niaomingxi is a place with extremely beautiful scenery. A stream is a mountain stream, sandwiched between two mountain streams. This poem describes the unusually quiet scene at night in Chunshan. The main idea of the poem is that in the silent environment without human voice, osmanthus flowers bloom and fall, as if we can feel the sound of osmanthus flowers falling. When the night is still deeper, the spring mountain with various scenery seems to be empty. As soon as the moon came out, light appeared, which alarmed the birds staying in the tree. They sang some songs by the spring. This poem is mainly about a quiet night in spring. Flowers fall, the moon rises and birds sing, all moving. The author uses the dynamic technique to contrast the quietness, and receives the artistic effect of "Tonamiyama is more secluded". [Appreciation] This five-character poem mainly depicts the quiet scene in the deep mountain canyon at night and expresses the author's love for nature. The greatest feature of poetry in art is that there is stillness in movement and stillness in movement. The phrase "people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty" writes a quiet and beautiful artistic conception: in the silent valley, there are few people, only the osmanthus flowers in spring are falling silently; It's getting deeper in the middle of the night, and everything is silent, like nothing. Next, the poet wrote a more poetic scene: "A bird is surprised when the moon rises, but it should flow in spring". Because it is too quiet in the mountains, when a bright moon suddenly rises and bright Yin Hui falls on an empty valley shrouded in night, the birds in the mountains are terrified, so they sing beside the valley stream. This cry seems to break the silence in the mountains for a moment, but it also makes people feel more quiet and serene in the empty mountains. Wang Ji once wrote such a poem: "Cicada makes the forest quiet, and Yingong Mountain is even more quiet." This little poem of Wang Wei is similar to this one. However, a careful taste of Wang Ji's poems will inevitably give people a sense of reason, full of philosophical meaning, but lacking vivid description, while this poem is vividly written, vivid and natural, and interesting. Although flowers fall in the moon and birds sing in the poem, "these moving scenery, even if it appears vibrant in the poem, are not lifeless, and at the same time, the static evaluation of the spring sword is more prominently expressed through sports."