Sunset
It's the time of day when the sun goes down,
It always gives people a sense of twilight.
In the poet's pen, the sunset is sad,
The sunset is happy and satisfied,
In fact
Natural creations cannot be changed,
But we can change our mindset,
Is the sunset good,
It all depends on your mindset!
《Leyouyuan》 Don Lee Shang-yin To the evening discomfort, drive to The Ancient Plains. The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.
Sunset, is the end of the day, "the sun thin west mountain, the breath is dying" is the portrayal of the sunset, the sunset always brings the end and the flow, but Li Shangyin is a unique path, thinking that the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but close to dusk.
Li Shangyin changed from negative to positive, turned decay into magic, and produced a new meaning, and this is where the meaning of life lies.
"Wuyi Lane" Don Liu Yuxi Wild grass flowers by the Suzaku Bridge, the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Lane. In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Sunset has always been meant to be old age, giving people the sadness of passing, in this poem, the sunset symbolizes the Wang Xie family that has long been lost in the dust of history, they have long disappeared in the long river of time, no longer exist.
Compared with the prosperity of the past, the decline and desolation of the present, the place where the sunset is illuminated, is even more lonely and sad.
"Linjiang Immortal" Ming Yang Shen The water rolling in the east of the Yangtze River, the waves exhaust the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few degrees. White-haired fisherman on the river, used to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is a happy encounter. How many things in ancient and modern times are in the process of laughter.
Rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, no longer looking back, how many heroes disappear like flying waves, competing for what is right and wrong, success and failure, are short and not long, only the green mountains still exist, still the sun rises and sets.
All successes and failures will be lost in the years, and only the sunset will never change.
"Tianjing Sha Qiusi" Yuan Ma Zhiyuan Dead vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water people, Ancient road west wind skinny horse. As the sun sets, the broken intestines are at the end of the world.
The sunset gives people the feeling of being desolate and lonely, and in this poem, the sadness brought by the sunset is brought to the extreme.
Dead vines wrap around old trees, and the branches of the trees are inhabited by crows that return home at dusk. Under the small bridge, the water is babbling, and there are several families next to it. On the ancient and desolate road, the autumn breeze is cold, and a tired and thin horse drives the wanderer forward. The sun sets slowly to the west, and the travelers who are extremely sad are still adrift at the end of the world.
"On the Lake" Song Xu Yuanjie Flowers bloom mangrove warblers cry, grass long flat lake egrets fly. The wind and sun are sunny and the people are good, and the sunset drums a few boats return.
In Xu Yuanjie's pen, the West Lake under the sunset is very beautiful.
Yellow warblers crow in the trees full of red flowers, the horizontal mirror-like lake grows green grass, and the egret flies over the lake.
The weather is clear and sunny, and visitors are in a good mood. Several painting boats blew pipes and drums on the way home.
Homesickness on the River Don Wei Zhuang Every spring, the country is sad, and the Duqu yellow warbler can be known. More by the sunset on the riverbank, a trace of broken intestines and smoke willows.
What the sunset brought to Wei Zhuang was a strong sense of homesickness. Wei Zhuang has been away for many years, and when he is alone in a foreign country, he always thinks of his hometown. Seeing the remnants of the sun on the riverbank, it was as if the heart and intestines were torn into pieces of willow leaves.
《Heshu》 Song Kong Pingzhong The 100-mile west wind is fragrant, and the Mingquan Falls Dou Valley appears. The old cow roughed the cultivation debt, and the grass slope lay in the sunset.
The sunset brings not only sadness, not only homesickness, but also the taste of the ripe seedlings. In the poet Kong Pingzhong's pen, the sunset is leisurely and beautiful, and I don't believe it:
Gusts of westerly wind blew across the plains, bringing with it the aroma of grass; splashing springs, pouring into ditches, and the threshing ground was busy. Only it ——— old cows that had worked hard for a year, lying leisurely on the hillside, chewing grass and bathing in the golden sunset.
《Denglumen Mountain》 Don Meng Haoran Dawn came because of the excitement, and crossed the river by river. The sand birds are close to the side, and the pu trees are unrecognizable. Gradually to Lumen Mountain, the mountain is bright and green and shallow. The rock pool is flexed, and the boat turns repeatedly. In the past, I heard of Pound Degong, and I did not return to collect medicine. Golden Stream Bait Technique, Stone Bed Lying Moss. I feel old and old, and I have done things to climb. The hidden traces still exist today, and Gao Fengmiao is far away. When the white clouds go, DanGui is empty. The discussion is not endless, return to the boat sunset evening.
The poem is written from early morning to dusk, and the scenery changes over time and as the journey changes. The poet's pen is free from nature, or loose or scattered, and the landscape scenery is vivid and vivid, conveying a quiet and distant rhyme.
《Go to Mt. Goshushu》 Don Cen Sam Tired horses lie in Nagasaka, and the sun sets on Tsutsu. The mountain wind blows through the forest, and it is like someone. There is a cool rain in the sky, and there is no flying dust on the stone road. A thousand thoughts set twilight festival, ten thousand sorrows Xiao Chen. The quail chirped last night, and the color of the grass was already aged. In the case of long-distance travelers, it is naturally more arduous.
At this time, it is the twilight of autumn, it is desolate, and the poet writes about the sunset, which shows that the poet at this time is full of deep anxiety. The mountains and forests are empty, and the poet is tired of running but helpless.
The poet's poignant mood is reflected in this twilight scenery, this empty mountain forest, and this falling sunset.
"Sending People Off" Don Jay Island The high city is full of sunset, and what is there to do. Migrating to Bashiba, the road for tourists is long. Qinghu lake is better than mirror blue, and cold willow is like golden yellow. If you have a dream of lovesickness, be diligent and carry eight lines.
The sunset is always associated with sad things, Jia Island sends away friends, that is, when the sunset goes down, thinking of the road ahead of friends, Although Jia Island is sad, it can only send blessings affectionately.