1. Poems about the night city
Poems about the night city 1. Describe the attractive night scene of the city
1. Poems describing the night scene of the city:
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Night is fading
The landscape lights are shining with colorful lights,
competing with the stars in the sky.
Being in a dreamlike scene,
feels like you are the brightest star.
High-rise buildings
submerged in the dim night,
lined with prosperity and solemnity,
and sacred and inviolable,
In the eyes of wage earners,
becoming is an ethereal illusion.
2. Words to describe the city night scene: brightly lit, brilliant, dim, hazy, diffuse, charming, quiet.
2. Poems about "Night"
Spring Palace Song (Wang Changling) The wind opened the peach trees last night, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang.
Pingyang's singing and dancing are newly favored, and the spring cold outside the curtain is bestowed with brocade robes. Moonlight Night (Liu Fangping) The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south.
Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window sand. Listening to the flute in Shouxiang City at night (Li Yi) The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside Shouxiang City is like frost.
I don’t know where to play the reed pipe, and all night long the people are looking for their hometown. Poem of the Harem (Bai Juyi) The dream is not fulfilled with tears wet in the turban, and singing is heard in the front hall late at night.
The beauty is cut off before she gets old, and she sits leaning against the fumigation cage until dawn. A gift to my wife (Zhang Hu) The moon marks passed by the trees at the forbidden gate, and my charming eyes only looked at the nest of the egret.
The jade hairpin is pulled out at an angle by the lamp shadow, and the red flame is flicked away to save the moths. Mooring in Qinhuai (Du Mu) The smoke is in the cold water, the moon is in the sand, and I am mooring in Qinhuai at night, close to the restaurant.
The business girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river. To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou (Du Mu) The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beauty teach me how to play the flute? The Night Rain Sends to the North (Li Shangyin) You asked about the return date but it has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? Jia Sheng (Li Shangyin) was in the propaganda office seeking talents and visiting ministers, but Jia Sheng's talent was even more unmatched.
It’s a pity that I sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don’t ask about the common people or the ghosts and gods. The Resentment of Yao Se (Wen Tingyun) Dreams cannot come true on a bed of ice and silver; the blue sky is like water and the clouds are light at night.
The sound of wild geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines brightly on the twelfth floor. Polygala (Gong Zizhen) There are many insects on the nine sides, but Polygala really depends on the grass.
It is useless to say that the athletes are in their hands, the green lanterns and the snow at night hinder Shandong. Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian) ??The ground in the courtyard is white with crows roosting on the trees, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts. Butterfly Loves Flowers (Yan Shu) The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke orchid and weeping dew.
The curtain is slightly cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred.
The slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn. Last night the west wind withered the green trees.
Climb up a tall building alone and look out to the end of the world. I would like to send colored paper and ruler.
The mountains are long and the rivers are vast. Sapphire Case · Yuan Xi (Xin Qiji) The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars fall like rain.
BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, phoenix flutes sound, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night long. The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance.
The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she was there, in a dimly lit place. Qingpingle·Staying Alone in Wang's Nunnery in Boshan (Xin Qiji) Hungry rats circled the bed, and bats turned over the lamps and danced.
On the house, the wind blows and the rain falls, and I mutter to myself between the broken paper windows. He lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River all his life, and came back with a beautiful face.
Sleeping under the quilt in the autumn night, you can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in front of you. Taichang Yin·Jiankang Mid-Autumn Festival is a poem by Lu Shuqian (Xin Qiji) A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.
Ask Chang'e for wine: What can I do if I am cheated on? Take a good ride on the wind, thousands of miles in the sky, and go straight down to the mountains and rivers. Cut off the Gui Po Suo, and you will see more humanity and clear light! Xijiang Moon·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road (Xin Qiji) The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and the breeze sings cicadas in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. Xijiang Moon·Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Children by (Su Shi) The world is a big dream, and life is new (autumn) and cool several times.
The wind blows at night, and the leaves are already singing on the corridor. Look at the brows and temples. The drunkard often worries that there are few guests, and the bright moon is obscured by clouds.
Who is alone with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival, holding a cup (one for wine) and looking sadly north. Bu Suanzi·Residence in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou (Su Shi) The moon is missing and the sparse tung trees are hanging, and the people are still at first.
Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret.
Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. Dielianhua·Mizhou Shangyuan (Su Shi) Three or five nights in Qiantang with lights.
The bright moon is like frost, illuminating people like a picture. The incense of sheng is blown under the tent and the smell of musk deer is breathtaking. Such a flavor should be priceless.
People in lonely mountain towns are old. Beating drums and playing flute, he suddenly entered the farming and mulberry community.
The fire is cold, the lamps are thin and the frost is dew, and the snowy clouds hang in the wild. Linjiang Fairy·Returning to Lingao at Night (Su Shi) After drinking at Dongpo at night, I woke up drunk again, and returned as if it was midnight.
The boy’s breath was thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying? The wind is quiet at night and the grain of the valley is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
Jiang Chengzi·Dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao (Su Shi) Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
3. What are the beautiful sentences describing "city night scenery"
1. It is late at night, and the lights of the small town are like fireflies flying far away, flickering and getting darker and darker. The whole city seemed to be shrouded in a dream.
Suzhou, this ancient city, is asleep now. She lay quietly in the embrace of the canal, like a water lily in the silver river bed.
2. The setting sun was about to fall, and the last warm glow was annihilated in this tall building. The disappearance of the sun is followed by the night of this city, the madness of this city, and the climax of this city.
Neon lights, street lights, and car lights are the elements of this city. Of course, they also contain people’s endless greed and venting. So, a lot of red banknotes were swayed and soaked. Under this light. 3. People’s Square at night looks even more colorful against the backdrop of colorful neon lights. The water column ejected by the musical fountain in the center of the square rises and falls with the rhythm of the music. The water falls in the ring-shaped pool every day. Starting at eight o'clock in the evening, a one-hour water curtain movie will be shown here.
4. Nan'anzui is so beautiful! Straight paths, gorgeous flowers, green grass, tall trees, colorful lights, crystal clear water of the Han River, and the shining Rainbow Bridge set off the entire Nan'anzui. Who can believe that it is this city? Fact instead of bold fantasy? 5. Look, the riverside promenade is brightly lit, like a long shining silver dragon. Under the illumination of lawn lamps, the long city wall is resplendent and dazzling. The city tower looks particularly majestic under the decoration of colored lights.
6. The lights at night are really unpredictable and colorful, which makes people deeply intoxicated. 7. I saw the Oriental Pearl Tower in front of me, it was colorful.
I looked again and saw that this busy city during the day became very prosperous under the lights. There is a building that puzzles me. There are fifteen lotus leaves on top. These leaves do not open at the same time, but one at a time.
I have been paying attention to it, and it is slowly opening its golden leaves. 8. The lights at night are illusory and flashy, and after all, they have more misty hope than the city during the day.
In the early morning, the twilight recedes and everything becomes peaceful. The tranquility is too monotonous. Repeat life, repeat the beginning.
9. On the street, the street lights gradually lit up, red, green, and yellow, colorful, decorating Jinghong City beautifully. Pedestrians come and go, bustling.
Most people were browsing the shops, and some were taking a leisurely walk. There were laughter, laughter and joy everywhere. 10. The night was gradually falling, and cars were passing by at high speed. At some point, the street lights opened their eyes in unison, illuminating the road brightly.
Under the bright orange light, the road also showed its gentle side, turning into a warm color, a little brown, a little yellow, and a little metallic. The night completely shrouded the ground, and only the mist-like faint black and orange lights shone in the eyes.
11. The city is beautiful at night. The lawn lamps connected one after another on the grass are like the morning stars in the sky at dawn, appearing in the clouds and mist.
Countless lawn lamps form beautiful patterns, including stars, moons, water birds, insects, and... 12. People’s Square is decorated with lighting lamps, lawn lamps, and fireworks. The beautiful night scene makes the ancient Chaozhou look younger. The beautiful night view of Chaozhou is not only these, you might as well have some fun yourself, you will find that the night view of Chaozhou is really beautiful.
13. It was getting dark, and blurry light spots flickered in the sky, like elves jumping on it. The night is also lit up by lights. Against the backdrop of the illuminated city, the night is even more beautiful.
14. The Pearl River flows quietly, caressing the night sceneries on both sides of the river with her gentle eyes, nourishing the hard-working Yangcheng people. Looking into the distance, two yachts were slowly approaching. The colorful lights on the yacht suddenly turned into a colorful stage, a shining stage.
15. I am even more happy in this charming city of Kunshan. Especially on weekend nights, the shining lights in the city are like colorful fireworks splashing down on the world.
Strings of bright car lights on the road are like a long shining river flowing endlessly. Yushan Square is crowded with people and very lively.
16. Gradually, the lights became brighter and brighter. Just as the darkness wiped away the shadows of the buildings, countless car lights and electric lights came on again.
Darkness and light cannot have both, but here, they get along in perfect harmony. 17. Night comes quietly, gently embracing this city in its arms.
After a busy day in the city, we are finally tired, leaving only dim lights, which are the eyes of sleepy people. The whole world is asleep, leaving only deathly silence and silent darkness.
18. The sky is slowly getting dark, the colorful lights are shining brightly on Tianyi Square, and the cars are rushing back and forth on both sides of the road, like long golden dragons dancing. People also came to the square for a walk, some in groups of three, and some in pairs.
Bundles of lights lit up, illuminating the square. They were like rainbows. There were lighting lights, lawn lights, and fireworks lights, decorating the beautiful Ningbo. 19. Colorful bridges span the Pearl River.
Look! Some are like two phoenixes ready to spread their wings, some are like two colorful butterflies, some are like colorful ribbons, some are like colorful rainbows, and some bridges are neatly lined up on both sides. "Stars", some bridges are dazzling... so beautiful! 20. As the sky gradually darkened, they stopped at the top of a high-rise building and looked down. They saw colorful lights flashing everywhere over the city. People who had worked all day came to the city square, some walking, some shopping, Some are admiring the beautiful fountain. How colorful the life of city people is! 21. It’s late at night, and the lights are gradually dimming; the stars in the sky shine on the earth, casting a mysterious veil on this beautiful coastal city, and the quiet sea gradually falls asleep. 22. At night, looking at the city being rendered by lights There was a colorful sky with no stars or bright moon. Compared with this gorgeous and luxurious sky, I still miss the simple canvas-like sky in that small county town. There are no luxurious colors, but there are the cutest stars, the purest bright moon, and the person who accompanies me to watch the stars at night.
References Inspiring Life:.
4. What are the poems about night
1. Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao · "The Proud Fisherman·The Sky Connects the Clouds and Waves and the Dawn Fog"
"The Sky Connects" The sky is connected with the clouds and the dawn mist, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing. It's like the dream soul returns to the emperor's home. Hearing Tian's words, he asked me diligently where I was going.
I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing lines from poetry. Ninety Thousand Miles Wind Peng is doing his best. When the wind stops, the boat blows away the three mountains!
2. Tang Dynasty: Li He·Mengtian
"The old rabbit weeps in the cold sky, and the cloud tower is half open and the wall is slanting white."
Original text:
The old rabbit and the cold toad are weeping in the sky, and the walls of the cloud tower are half-open and slanting white.
The moon is rolling with dew and the light is wet, and the Luan Pei meets the fragrant osmanthus street.
Yellow dust and clear water flow under the three mountains, changing for thousands of years like a running horse.
Looking at Qizhou's nine-point cigarette in the distance, a glass of sea water is pouring out.
3. Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu· "Picking Mulberries·The West Lake has a beautiful sky and beautiful water"
"The West Lake has a beautiful sky and beautiful water, and the clouds and objects are all fresh."
Original text:
West Lake has a beautiful sky and beautiful water, and the clouds and objects are all fresh. The gulls and herons are sleeping leisurely, so they should be used to listening to orchestral music.
The wind is clear and the moon is white, which is suitable for night, and there is a Qiongtian. Whoever admires Luan is like an immortal in the boat.
4. Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao · "Popular Beauty·The sky outside Qulangan is like water"
"The sky outside Qulanqian is like water. I leaned on it last night."
Original text:
The sky outside Qulanqian is like water. I leaned on it last night. At the beginning of the day, the bright moon will be compared with the good period. When the moon is full, I look forward to people returning.
Luo's clothes are fragrant before they are worn out. Who will teach you the old ideas? A spring away from regret and laziness in tuning the strings. There are still two lines of idle tears in front of Baozheng.
5. Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan · "Su Muzhe · Nostalgia"
"The sky is blue, and the ground is yellow leaves. The autumn colors are in waves, and the waves are cold and green. The mountains are reflected in the setting sun and the sky is connected. Water. ”
Original text:
The sky is blue and the leaves are yellow. The autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the waves are green and cold. The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, the thoughts of the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The Mingyue Tower is high and I am leaning against it alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.
5. Sentences describing the bustling city night scene
Everyone says that the starry sky at night is very beautiful. The stars are twinkling in the universe, just like It looks like it's blinking, so cute.
What a beautiful thing it would be if a big, round and golden moon hung in the sky. Everything I talk about is always met.
In my memory, one night, while listening to Jay Chou's "Nocturne" with my MP3, I walked out of the balcony to look at the beautiful night sky. The night sky that day was so beautiful that it was amazing. Absolutely.
I first looked at the beautiful night sky, and then looked at the night lights of the city. It was so beautiful that no one could stop it! In the universe, there are countless stars and planets shining with the light of the sun. Human beings see them and think that it is the light of the stars themselves, but it is actually the light of the sun. However, human beings still think they are beautiful.
When I look at the golden moon and twinkling stars in the universe, I feel that it is very beautiful. Every time I look at the stars, I want to stretch out my hand and pick off a star. I also want to grab a lot of them. I don’t want to let go of the moon either. I put it down and eat it in one bite. I feel greedy thinking about it. , wipe your saliva first and then talk.
In my mind, the stars and the moon are like angels. That’s because I often make wishes to the stars and ask them to help me realize my wishes. Although the stars have never helped me realize my wishes, I still regard the stars and the moon as angels.
Who told them to be so beautiful? The bright starry sky is so beautiful, all people are fascinated by it, no one calls them so beautiful, people all like them.
The bright stars are always beautiful. Looking at the starry sky, the stars are bright and the wind is gentle.
With the sky as the curtain and the earth as the seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the refreshing summer night, listening to a pond of frogs chirping and insects chirping, and looking at the star-studded night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an endless deep blue in the black, stretching into the distance, far away.
My eyes really want to penetrate this layer of darkness, and I really want to spy on what is at the end of the sky. The sky is so vast that I can’t help but feel ashamed of my own insignificance; the universe is so infinite that I can’t help but lament the shortness of life.
"A fleeting moment", I seem to understand the helpless mood of the ancients. Looking at the starry sky again, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and the frogs are still chirping and the insects are chirping.
Staring at the stars all over the sky, big and small, flickering on and off, my heart moved. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and spread their luster to the earth. Whether they are famous stars or Nameless stars. Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Throughout the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are so many people like immortal stars in the sky, their spirit and great achievements passed down to this day, and even will continue to be passed down forever? The stars blinked, as if confirming that my answer was correct.
The endless songs of frogs, drums and insects seemed to be congratulating me on my sudden enlightenment of thinking. Grandfathers and fathers are just like these famous and nameless stars, pursuing, exploring, and struggling in hardships, with as much heat as they shine.
Indeed, life is limited and individuals are small, but I want to make the flow of my life merge into the long river of history, forever galloping, and forever brilliant. Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep and the stars are still brilliant. The frogs in the fields are playing beautiful music. On the black swan-like night, the fifteenth moon is like a jade plate filled with gold. The sky has just broken, and the light green There are still a few sparse remaining stars in the sky. The stars are bright and the wind is gentle.
With the sky as the curtain and the earth as the seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the refreshing summer night, listening to a pond of frogs chirping and insects chirping, and looking at the star-studded night sky. The sky is not pure black, but there is an endless deep blue in the black, stretching into the distance, far away.
My eyes really want to penetrate this layer of darkness, and I really want to spy on what is at the end of the sky. The sky is so vast that I can’t help but feel ashamed of my own insignificance; the universe is so infinite that I can’t help but lament the shortness of life.
"A fleeting moment", I seem to understand the helpless mood of the ancients. Looking at the starry sky again, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and the frogs are still chirping and the insects are chirping.
Staring at the stars all over the sky, big and small, flickering on and off, my heart moved. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and spread their luster to the earth. Whether they are famous stars or Nameless stars.
Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Throughout the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are so many people like immortal stars in the sky, their spirit and great achievements passed down to this day, and even will continue to be passed down forever? The stars blinked, as if confirming that my answer was correct.
The endless songs of frogs, drums and insects seemed to be congratulating me on my sudden enlightenment of thinking. Grandfathers and fathers are just like these famous and nameless stars, pursuing, exploring, and struggling in hardships, with as much heat as they shine.
Indeed, life is limited and individuals are small, but I want to make the flow of my life merge into the long river of history, forever galloping, and forever brilliant. Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and the frogs in the fields are playing beautiful music.
When the moon is bright, the stars are sparse, because the brightness of the moon will cover up the nearby stars that are not very conspicuous, so the idiom "the moon is sparse with stars" has been around since ancient times. Therefore, in this description, it is beautiful to see the stars and the moon shining together, but it is not very realistic.
The tired moon hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars standing guard. At night, the evening breeze blows gently, blowing the curtains gently. The bright moon in the starry sky is very dazzling, and the seemingly small stars are also embedded next to it. On such a night, you can temporarily not think about those sad and troublesome things. You can quietly sip fragrant tea or coffee while watching the night sky. The most important thing for a person living in this world is to live freely, openly and happily.
But if a person really wants to do this, it is indeed not easy. Faced with the complex interpersonal relationships in society, faced with sometimes very difficult things, faced with some jealousy of oneself If someone is plotting against you behind your back, you really need to be careful every step you take. For example, when playing online games, you must be brave enough to face unknown dangers.
There are many good people in the world, but there are also many bad people. Under such circumstances, family members will inevitably tell themselves to be careful outside.
6. Poems about night
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the river maples are The fisherman faces Chou Mian.
Visit Gusu Yuzhi Temple again
Xuhun of the Tang Dynasty
The dew in the jade pond is cold and the hibiscus is shallow, and the green trees are high in the wind and are covered with lichen.
Crossing the Wujiang River
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
There are fewer people in Huiguan, the nights are longer, and the trees in the distance of Gusu City are green.
As the moon turns, the magpie shadows move across the blue sky, and the red grass beneath the dew is wet with fluorescent light.
Nostalgia for Wu and Yue
Li Yuan of the Tang Dynasty
When Gusu is defeated, the clouds are colorless, and Fan Li swims in the water for a long time.
The old city is filled with doubts and despair, and the moon shines on the barren trees, thinking of moths.
Send people to travel to Wu
Tang Du Xunhe
The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo.
I know the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs.
(Meng Haoran)
The setting sun reaches the west ridge, and the ravines are dim.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds.
A happy spring night with rain
(Du Fu)
The clouds are all dark on the wild paths, but the fire on the river boat is only bright.
See red and wet at dawn Here, the flowers are heavy in Jinguancheng.
Traveling at night in Shuhuai
(Du Fu)
The fine grass is gentle on the shore, and the boat is alone at night with dangerous beams.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river.
Stay in Tonglu River and send me an old trip to Guangling
(Meng Haoran)
The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night.
The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shone on a lonely boat.
Reward the journey and give it to you on the autumn night
(Han Hong)
The long mat is facing the wind early, and the empty city is filled with moonlight.
One wild goose in autumn on the Milky Way, thousands of houses at night with anvils and pestles
7. Poems about night
Wang Weixianghe’s Songs·Ban Jieyu’s Three Poems: Shadows of Fireflies in Jade Window , the Golden Palace was full of people. In the autumn night, the curtains are guarded, and the solitary lamp never goes out.
Li Bai's Songs of Harmony · Resentment on the Jade Steps White dew grows on the jade steps, and it invades the stockings for a long time at night. But under the water curtain, I looked at the autumn moon exquisitely.
瀵水神 Song of the Moon Night The moon is bright and bright, and the green waves are leisurely in the sky.
Li Shimin The night in the mountains of Liaodong is approaching autumn. The smoke is rising on the distant shore, and the moon has set half over the cliff. The mountains are frightened and the birds are in chaos, and the apes are singing across the mountains.
Cui Guofu's Songs of Prime Minister's Harmony·Midnight Winter Songs Loneliness embraces the heart of winter, and the clothes are cut and dried. Staying with the light on for a long time at night, the frost is cold and the scissors are cold.
Xue Yao's Song of Harmony·Midnight Winter Song The new wind knocks down the trees, and the severe frost withers the grass. May I ask the man in the moon if he will live forever?
Guo Yuanzhen's Songs of Prime Ministers·Six Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Two Spring Songs The brothel is full of sunshine, and the green pond is full of wind. Giving a child a flower with the same heart, how diligent is this?
Guo Yuanzhen's Songs of Xianghe·Six Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Two Spring Songs The willow branches on the street have been blown by the spring breeze. My concubine's heart is broken, Jun Huaina knows about it.
Guo Yuanzhen's Poems on Prime Minister's Harmony·Six Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Two Autumn Songs Inviting Huan to stand in the sky, looking back at the beautiful scenery. When to collect water chestnuts again, we will meet in the middle of the river.
Guo Yuanzhen's Songs of Prime Minister's Harmony·Six Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Two Autumn Songs: Fight evil with dogwood sacs and prolong life with chrysanthemum wine. How can I be loyal to my son?
Guo Yuanzhen's Songs of Xianghe·Six Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Two Winter Songs The harsh air rises in the North Pole, and the warm wind fades in the South. Playing short songs on silk, blowing pillows and enjoying the long night.
Guo Yuanzhen's Songs of Prime Minister's Harmony·Six Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Two Winter Songs The curtain is horizontal with double emeralds, and two mandarin ducks are wrapped in it. The euphemism is not complacent, and it is like a king's bed.
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Harmony·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Spring Songs The mountains are connected with the green feather screen, and the grass is connected with the smoke mat. Looking at the flying swallows in the south, the beautiful woman has no message.
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Harmony·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Summer Songs The orchid eyes are raised and the dew is slanted, and the orioles' lips reflect the old flowers. The golden dragon has poured out all the water, and the jade well has already been struck with ice.
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Xianghe · Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight · Autumn Songs The cold and clear days of the Han Dynasty are few and far between, and the declining forests complain about the wind and rain. Worried about listening to Luowei's singing, it seems to be talking to the soul.
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Harmony·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Winter Songs The light from the south goes to Lenggui, and the sound from the north calls out to the empty wood. Every year there is frost, but the green color is not diminished.
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Xianghe·Two Songs of Da Zi Ye There are hundreds of kinds of ballads, and Zi Ye is the most pitiful. Generously pronounce the voiceless sound, and turn it brightly and naturally.
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Xianghe·Two Night Songs of Dazi. Silk and bamboo make the sound of singing, and fake instruments sound clear. I don’t know how wonderful the songs are and how powerful they are.
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Harmony·Two Midnight Police Songs Green wine is passed from the carved bowl, and purple smoke is smoked from the carved furnace. Unexpectedly, the bitter cold tune makes the sound of white snow string.
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Harmony·Two Midnight Alarm Songs Relying on love is like wanting to advance, but being too shy to move forward. Zhu's mouth sings erotic songs, and her jade fingers play with delicate strings.
Nie Yizhong's Song of Harmony: The Crow's Night Cry. All the birds return to their branches, but the birds do not rest. You should also know that I hate you, so I cry towards the green window.
Shi Jianwu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Get up at night. The fragrant sells are connected with the belt, and the dust covers the acacia cup. I lie lazily on the pillow of lovesickness, and sing in sorrow at night.
Nie Yizhong’s Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: Waking up in the middle of the night. My heart is burning with distant thoughts, and I wake up in the middle of the night without realizing it. The peach blossoms are covered with dew and stand in the bright moon.
Tian'e's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Nocturne I am saddened to be alone at night, and I am lying in the orchid room with the candle out. I'm just afraid that the passionate moon will come to look after my concubine's bed.
Yu Shinan Spring Night The moon in Chunyuan returns, and the bamboo hall opens at night. Frightened birds line the forest, and wind and flowers come across the water.
Wang Ji Returning to the East River at Night The moss on the stone should be pragmatic, and the branches should be easy to climb. The road back to the Qingxi River is straight, and I will return by singing at night under the moon.
Wang Ji I was happy to meet Wang Chushi on an autumn night. The flowers in Beichang were gone, and the millet was cut back in Donggao. When the autumn moon is full, the fireflies fly at night.
Wang Ji Tune the Qin on a Mountain Night, urging Zhen to ride on the bright moon and draw his strings against the white clouds. The charm of mountains and rivers has never been heard by ordinary people.
Yang Jiong sent Zhao Zong off at night. Send you back to your old home, the bright moon fills Qianchuan.
Song Zhiwen Returning to Songshan Mountain at Night My family lives at the foot of Songshan Mountain so that I can pick old mountain myrtle. Self-reflection on traveling to Quanshi, why did I never return home at night?
Wang Bo Sitting on Shan Fei at night, opening a wild room with a qin in his arms, and drinking wine to his lover. Under the flowery moonlight in the forest pond, it looks like a family in spring.
Wang Bo Night Xing The wild smoke contains the sunset, and the moon on the mountain shines on the autumn forest. There will also be some entertainment, and some soldiers will come to play the piano.