Modern poetry of sunset 1 dusk
A touch of sunset hung obliquely on the horizon.
Like a dying old man shaking his head and chattering.
Slow to respond, falter
Like a child again.
Accidentally knocked over the dye vat
Trees, mountains, houses, cows, etc.
All dyed golden yellow.
wind
Always feel ugly and monotonous.
Blow it over and over again
Erase this color
The weeping willows on the roadside danced with the wind.
Elegant and light.
Jump out of a cheerful dance
Say goodbye to the sunset.
An old cow is drinking water.
Look up at the distant sky.
Sometimes Cleisthenes calls softly.
I bowed my head and ate grass again.
A distant village
The smoke rose slowly.
Walking in the wind
A faint smell of food floated out.
curtain of night
Can't stand the entanglement and verbosity of the sunset.
Quietly put down the curtains.
It was dark and quiet around.
Modern poems of sunset glow 2. Top of the blue sky,
Several cloud roads spread out.
Don't give up the sunset,
Slowly sprinkle the sunset glow and inlay the sky.
Green-decorated grassland map,
Several layers of grass blankets are undulating.
Reluctant to cattle and sheep,
There was a delay in catching the end of the shepherd's flute.
Wandering camels, swaying camel bells, falling flat sand,
Snuggle up by the lake in Liulin.
Free-flying eagle wings to fly,
Decorate the sky into a sea of fire.
I rode on a galloping horse,
Touched, the figure flying ahead,
Swing the heroic scenery,
The beauty of my heart surprised me. I smiled and my eyes filled with tears.
Smelling the confusion between soil and grass,
Attachment to the soft sunset,
The scenery in Ling Jun is quiet.
I don't know the ink painting I'm obsessed with,
You seem to have decided for a long time.
Dancing bonfires, dazzling eyes,
Smoke from kitchen chimneys warms people's hearts.
The gripping legend of Siramuren,
Zanyi Tianjiao is rich in color.
Miss the past and fall in love with your desert corner.
Whose songs are waiting for who to talk to under the grassland night?
Light rhythm, weaving dreams,
Leave the string and bend the bow of the bright moon.
The valley of melody calls for the soul,
No ink, no heart.
Tasting mellow tea wine and listening to the Sanskrit sound of Shawan,
Spread out gloomy souls and be pious in ancient totems.
After much consideration, I fell asleep in the mysterious cradle.
Take the time to leave the grassland and look forward to the dawn.
Sunset modern poetry 3 bloody sunset
Staring at the rainbow dyed red by the sunset
The fleeting light waves wrinkled my cheeks.
I can't forget the years of educated youth.
I can't forget the years wasted under the leaves of Gao Ting.
Endure the lack of commitment and silent grinding
Aren't we enough?
sunset
You are the torch before the night.
Inspire people who have experienced the baptism of the storm.
Dare to step on the harshness.
Modern Poems of Sunset 4 From the Southern Foothills of Changbai Mountain to Liaodong Peninsula Strait
The setting sun set off waves on the Liaohe River.
From Liaoxi Grassland to Shanhaiguan Great Wall Cliff
The sunset is drunk in the wilderness, mom.
Watch the savage plow the sunset on the misty autumn water.
Look at Ji Yun's sudden graces, thousands of feet's green wanderer, and the cold maple in the world.
Aren't we enough?
sunset
You are a wonderful flower in full bloom in the world.
Leading people who don't meet with winter.
Have the courage to be a flying flower in the wilderness.
Please shut up.
Don't laugh at our white hair.
Who let our generation
Germinate in the snow and grow in the wind.
Now, despite crossing the flower armor,
Still revealing a dazzling youthful atmosphere.
Fight the Liaohe River for three thousand miles.
Walking at the foot of Changbai Mountain
The west wind is not as deep as the autumn rain
Wan Li chardonnay before sunset.
Modern Poetry of the Sunset 6 Gaze at the colorful clouds dyed red by the sunset
The wasted time made us miss a lot of glory.
I don't know if the residual snow wakes up.
The fallen trees accelerated the germination of spring.
Before sunset.
Pentium, steed
Even though there are thousands of miles of bumps and obstacles.
Even if there are thousands of feelings lingering.
We want to be in a pool of blood at sunset.
Courageously accelerate the pace of progress.
Sunset Modern Poetry 7 The most beautiful sunset
Beautiful sunset
You were born in the arms of the sea.
You were born in the east of the world.
Your birth brought light to the world.
Your birth brings hope to a new day.
Your light illuminates the valley of Qian Shan.
Your enthusiasm intoxicated seven continents and four oceans.
Your smiling face brings happiness and auspiciousness to the world.
Our eyes will always be on you.
Spit out light
The rings of time roll forward.
You don't capture the beauty of the person you love.
You know how to make full use of yourself.
Warmly illuminate the world.
You put your light and heat
Sow in every inch of rivers, mountains and fields.
You use your love and feelings
Caring for the healthy growth of every life
You use your kindness and kindness
Accompany people from spring to golden rice and wheat.
You use your wisdom and talent
Guide people from slash-and-burn to scientific and technological navigation
Ah, your beautiful sunset
Even in the last few days of sunset.
You still have to put all your things without reservation.
Leave a world you love deeply.
Towering mountains
Put on the colorful clothes you gave me.
Clear water
Put on your seven-color dress.
green pines and verdant cypresses
Bathe in your. Yunzheng and Xia Wei.
An energetic eagle
Let your golden wings soar in the sky
You dyed the clouds with your blood.
Prepare for our happiness, good luck and good luck.
Such a beautiful sunset
Like our dearest parents.
Such a beautiful sunset
Are our most beloved parents
Let's give our children the truest and purest blessing.
Turn into a bright red morning sun
Embedded in the hearts of our parents.
I wish them long health and happiness.
Sunset modern poetry 8 dusk,
Gray clouds,
No smog,
But there is no sunshine.
Lazy wind,
Waving the last kite in the spring sky,
Kiss the sunset.
All kinds of vegetation cater to the season,
Call,
Long-lost surprise,
Whether it's colored or not,
So are the new clothes!
Walking on the river bank, decorating a new green for this,
Like good memories,
Can't bear to trample,
Dodge and get out of the dancing steps.
The river sent away the last trace of spring cold,
A girl like a butterfly,
Looking at the old man's last cotton-padded clothes in amazement.
So,
Years and time whisper intimately in the stream.
Many lonely people like me,
Also walking on the river bank,
I wonder if I am longing for the coming bright moon.
Or chasing the sunset?
Sunset in the sky,
Also on the water,
Free birds haven't thought about returning to their nests yet,
Chasing,
Fly out happy notes.
The moon,
Still shyly hiding behind the clouds,
Simply put,
Choose not warm grass,
As my bed.
Looking into the distance,
Unwilling to move,
And I don't want to think about it,
Make your soul stupid.
Let all the dreams in life,
All the hallucinations,
Empty it all into a blank sheet of paper.
When the soul sleeps,
Let me find a surprise that shakes my soul,
The old man fishing in cotton-padded clothes,
I cann't believe there are no legs.
Keywords old man, sunset, fishing rod, fishing line,
The setting sun shines on the river,
Shining on the old man's face,
No joy, no anger, no loss, no sadness. ......
The old man's face,
Have a plenty of sunset-like steady gold!
Like many passers-by,
Can't bear to disturb the old man's concentration,
This is his story,
Sunset, old man, fisherman,
No flowers, no songs, no applause,
But there is no doubt that this is already a painting, a poem,
Beautiful scenery.
This is a spirit!
It doesn't matter whether there are fish or not.
Because old people live by fishing,
A hope,
Fishing is a sunset that was once lost!
Sunset Modern Poetry 9 Sitting in a chair at dusk
The setting sun put my figure
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Sparrows chirp years.
Summer insects are the happiest.
In the occasional wind
It goes against the wind.
Waving weak wings
children
My favorite child.
It's always in the yard at this time.
Run, laugh, chase
With the cry of my love.
Yan murmured over and over again through the gap.
I heard her whisper to dusk
I love you
Put down the poem in your hand
Grab sb.' s shoulder
The children are very naughty.
Being chased by me
Rice in front of the door
With the red sunset glow.
The windmill is still tireless.
Turning on the distant horizon.
Time is always here.
Beautiful, happy.
Get up and shake off the busyness on the ground.
With relaxed beauty
Stroll in
Familiar country road
Elegant melody in the ear
It also rings gently.
Unknown wild flowers
In the breeze
A faint fragrance wafted in.
Artemisia also stood up.
My favorite posture.
As if she were saying, am I beautiful at dusk?
Dry sports shoes
A small step
A shirt with a slightly drooping front.
Are entertaining themselves.
Spruce is straight.
Evenly drooping branches and leaves
It is always at this time.
Tell me the manners of a gentleman.
Where are the clusters of lilacs on the side?
Is it still in a reincarnation?
Brew a girl with a lilac knot
Expect an encounter
In the rainy lane in July
someone says that
The beauty of sunset is short-lived.
real
It went to the west.
Leave a few faint clouds.
also
a painting