Dusk impressions, ancient poems, poems written at dusk

I think it's not interesting to send too many poems of the same way, and I don't have the energy, if you really want to see what twilight poems there are, I will send you a sentence of Lao Du's swan song: "This body has no place to return to drinking, and the independent and vast self-chanting poems" is very meaningful.

In my eyes, the most beautiful scene at dusk can be based on what I see and hear, and focus on the scene, such as the swimming of ants.

The coast swallows the sunset, the visitors are soaked in the afterglow of the slanting sun, and the thoughts of the people downstream at dusk are like a far-fetched east wind, shuttling through the ancient emotions to support it. Standing in the cold love poems, the dusk in his eyes is a dull and depressed look. The lonely attic, the staggered parting, and the poetry and string orchestra at dusk are only echoed, more sorrowful and haggard.

Many people are accustomed to seeing the long pavilion farewell and leaning on the river tower alone, and are accustomed to passing thousands of sails, so how can they find the beauty of the peerless dusk hidden in the folds of the river waves, and experience "people about after dusk, the willow tops on the moon".

It turns out that the love of society is obscure and pessimistic, and the inertia of "the sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk" has become the norm, but there is no lack of true feelings of "after dusk, there is a dark fragrance and full sleeves", but it is a pity that "Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain rolls the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers" The emotional embellishment makes the scene of dusk a sad background.

In ancient times, it was customary to place thoughts in the scene, and the telling of "the sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit" makes the love under the dusk a kind of sleep. Many women even imagine the hue of dusk as "missing and killing". It is rare to express feelings for a tryst with a favorite man at dusk with "people about the willow tops on the moon after dusk".

Gradually at dusk, parting has become a frequent visitor to the dusk scene, "The grass does not get lost, and the weeping poplars only hinder people's eyes." The most bitter thing is that the dusk of the moon is at dusk, and the column is dry", the dusk is entrusted to the catkins and the farewell is reluctant, "the injury, the high city is broken, and the lights are dusk" is the direct transmission and sustenance of emotions.

Dusk is often the emotional starting point and end point of the background and inner world, "the season is dusk, boring and boring thoughts are leaning on the door" Gao Shan's helplessness is vividly vivid, and the unspeakable love is the wife's reluctance to go to the general's battle, the reluctance of the lover to parting and embrace, and the reluctance of Wangjianglou to return to the imagination after being alone.

The verses that write twilight are as follows:

1. Leyouyuan.

Li Shangyin felt unwell at night and drove to the ancient plains.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

Translation: In the evening, when I was in a bad mood, I drove up the ancient plain.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is close to dusk.

2. Twilight. Bai Juyi.

In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is full of locust flowers and cicadas.

At about four o'clock, the heart is always bitter, and the intestines are broken in autumn.

Translation: Standing alone in front of the Buddha hall at dusk, the ground is full of locust flowers, and the trees are full of cicadas.

Perhaps the sorrow of the four seasons, the most heartbreaking of which is autumn.

3, Yuan Xi. Ouyang Xiu.

On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day. The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt. Absolutely uncovered.

Translation: During the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month last year, the lights of the flower market were as bright as daytime. The moon rose at the top of the willow tree, and he asked me to talk to him after dusk.

On the 15th Lantern Festival of the first lunar month this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. I can't see last year's lover anymore, and my tears don't feel like I'm soaking through my clothes.

4. Like a dream.

Nalan sexuality. The courtyard at dusk in the moon, the language is drunk and shallow. Do you know the human heart? The old hatred and the new love are half together. Who sees? Who sees? Shan pillow tear stains red.

Translation: In the courtyard at dusk, the moon is in the sky, and the love between the two is lingering, and the drunkenness gradually subsides. Now, the lover has met for a long time in the future, I don't know that the heart of the person, is it true love?

Or is it a hypocrisy? Old hatred and new love, old feelings and new grievances, intertwined, indescribable, rational and chaotic. Who can see me sad and longing, sleepless at night, red tears on my face, soaking the coral pillow.

5. Climb the Stork Tower.

Wang Zhilian. At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

Translation: The setting sun slowly sinks against the western mountains, and the surging Yellow River rushes towards the East China Sea.

If you want to see enough of the scenery for thousands of miles, you have to climb a higher mountain stool and a city tower.