1. The poem about the night is beautiful

The poem about the night is beautiful. 1. The poem about the night is beautiful

Moonlit night (Liu Fangping)

The moon is half full, and the Beidou is dry and the south is slanting.

tonight, I know it's warm in spring, and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen.

qi Ji doesn't sleep

he doesn't want to sleep all night, and the virtual hall closes and reopens. But I left the shadow of the lamp and stayed until the moonlight came.

fallen leaves live in nests, and flying fireflies is worth my return. Dawn blows the scripture case, a wick of white sandalwood ash.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian)

In the atrium, there is a rooster crow in Bai Shu and a silent and wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.

I wonder whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight.

Other famous sentences

The smoke cage is cold and the moon is full of sand, and the night is near Qinhuai restaurant. -"Bo Qinhuai" Du Mu

Moonlight in front of the window, could there have been a frost already?. Li Bai

The night in day order is as cool as water, lying and watching the morning glory and the Weaver Girl —— Autumn Evening by Tang Du Mu

At midnight, the sound of the river pushes the moon, and the waves are like snow in front of the temple (Zheng Yuanzuo's "Sending Jinshan Puheng")

The bright moon still asks me out, and comes to meet the apricot blossom tip at night (. The frost falls in the night (Pu Gan's "Wen Liang Mi Yu Ji Yu Yu Jing Kou")

2. Poems about the beautiful night

Moonlight on the riverside

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I follow the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moon on the riverside.

the river flows around fangdian, and the flowers and trees are like graupel in the moonlight.

the frost in the air doesn't fly, but you can't see it on the white sand.

there is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.

whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river will take photos at the beginning of the month.

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

the white clouds are gone, and the green maple is hard to worry about.

If you have a boat tonight, you will miss the bright moon building.

Poor Yue Pei-hui, upstairs, should look away from others to make up the mirror table.

The curtain of Yuhu couldn't be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

at this time, I don't know each other, and I hope that China will shine on you every month.

The swan goose flies in the sky, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water.

last night, I dreamt of falling flowers, but I didn't come home in the spring.

the river flows away in spring, while the river falls on the moon and sets in the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the moon will shake the trees all over the river.

3. Poems about the night

Silent Night Thinking (Li Bai)

so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

What I saw in the boat night book (Cha Shenxing)

Fishing lights in the dark of the moon, a little firefly alone.

The wind and waves are slightly scattered all over the river.

In day order, the night is as cool as water, lying and watching Petunia and Vega.

Mujiang Yin (Bai Juyi)

A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

It's like a dream (Li Qingzhao)

I often remember the sunset in the Xiting, and I don't know where to go. Always play to the fun to return, but lost to the fengzhu pool in the depths of the pool. How to draw a boat out, not careful, but startled a group of Oulu.

It's a feeling that you will get out of the hedge door in autumn night to welcome the cold (a land tour)

Three rivers in Wan Li enter the sea, and five thousand mountains climb the skyscrapers.

The adherents are in tears, and it's hard to look forward to another year in Julian Waghann.

Sauvignon Blanc (Nalanxingde)

A journey through the mountains, a journey through the water, and a trip to Yuguan. Night lights.

when the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of homesickness cannot be shattered. There is no such sound in my hometown.

a night-mooring near maple bridge (Zhang Ji)

In frosty night, Jiangfeng fished and slept.

In Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.

Spring Palace Song (Wang Changling)

Last night, the wind blew out, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang.

Pingyang's song and dance are new favorites, and the spring cold outside the curtain gives a brocade robe.

moonlit night (Liu Fangping)

It's half a house in the deeper moonlight, and the Beidou is dry and inclined to the south.

tonight, I know it's warm in spring, and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window sand.

on hearing a flute at night from the wall of shouxiang (Li Yi)

The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost.

I don't know where to play the reed pipe, but I'm looking forward to my hometown all night.

4. Poems describing the night

1. Moon

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

On the pond and by the bridge, it is unforgettable and pitiful. The curtain opens at the brightest night, and it's already cold.

the spray is sharp at the flow, and the clouds and leaves are fresh when spitting. Heng E has no make-up, but she is just showing off.

The moon in the pool near the bridge is unforgettable and makes people fall in love. The curtain is opened in bright night, and it is already very cold when the bamboo curtain is rolled up. In the moonlight, the water is rushing, and the clouds are also glorious when the Chan Hui pours out. The goddess in the moon does not wear makeup, and her beauty depends on the moonlight.

2. Night rain

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

cried early and rested again, and the residual lights went out again.

you can tell the rain at night through the window, and the banana sounds first.

The cricket that came out early called and stopped. The dim light went out and was lit again. Through the window, I knew it was raining at night, because there was the sound of rain on the banana leaves outside the window.

3. Autumn Night

Song Dynasty: Zhu Shuzhen

The night is long and sleepless, the autumn air is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut for the third night.

It's cool to make the bed, and the moon is bright where the phoenix tree is missing.

It is difficult to fall asleep after tossing and turning at night, and the night air in autumn is cool. I've cut the candle flowers many times, and it's almost midnight. Outside the window, the moon shadow sewed by the buttonwood tree is scattered on the cold bed, but the moon still looks so bright from the buttonwood seam.

4. Night Springs

Ming Dynasty: Yuan Zhongdao

Mountain Bai Niao suddenly sounded, and the stone was cold and frost was about to freeze.

Moonlight from a flowing spring turns into a stream of snow.

At night, night birds suddenly sing in the snowy mountains, and the stone is so cold that the dew on it is about to frost. Under the moonlight, a flowing spring is like a stream of flowing snow.

5. Summer night

Tang Dynasty: Han Wo

Violent wind and dark clouds were born, and the sound of rain was high in the forest.

The rain stopped for a long time at night, and the wind stopped. However, the clouds were broken, but the Ryutsuki was bright.

translation: the wind is crazy and lightning flashes, and the sky is covered with dark clouds like thick ink; I only heard the sound of wind and rain coming from the big forest. The night is already deep, the wind has stopped and the rain has stopped; A crescent moon obliquely shed light moonlight from the cracks in the clouds.

6. Spring Night

Tang Dynasty: Yu Shinan

Spring Garden was back in the moon, and the bamboo hall invaded at night.

the birds scare the forest, and the wind flowers come from the water.

In the garden in spring, the moon moves slowly from the sky, and the hall under the shade of bamboo forest opens in the night. The noise startled the birds in the forest and flew away through the Woods, while the flowers were sent far away across the spring water.

5. Ancient poems about the night

Thinking about the night in silence (Li Bai)

so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

See the fishing lights in the dark of the moon (Cha Shenxing)

A little firefly in the lonely light.

Slight wind and waves are scattered all over the river. < p

In day order, the night is as cool as water, lying and watching Petunia and Vega.

Mujiang Yin (Bai Juyi)

A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

It's like a dream (Li Qingzhao)

I often remember the sunset in the Xiting, and I don't know where to go. Always play to the fun to return, but lost to the fengzhu pool in the depths of the pool. How to draw a boat out, not careful, but startled a group of Oulu.

6. Poems about the Night

Silent Night Thinking (Li Bai) so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already? lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. What I saw in the boat night book (Cha Shenxing) was a fishing lamp in the dark of the moon, and a little firefly was lonely. The wind and waves were slightly scattered, and it was scattered all over the river. In the autumn (Du Mu), the silver candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, and the small fan fluttered lightly.

In day order, the night is as cool as water, lying and watching Petunia and Vega. Mujiang Yin (Bai Juyi) is covered with a setting sun, and half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Like a dream, Li Qingzhao always remembers the sunset in the Xiting, and he is drunk and doesn't know his way home.

I returned to the boat in the evening and strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. How to draw a boat out, not careful, but startled a group of Oulu.

The autumn night will dawn to welcome the cold at the hedge gate (a land tour). Three rivers in Wan Li enter the sea, and 5, mountains climb the skyscraper. The adherents shed tears in the dust, and it is hard to look forward to another year in Julian Waghann. A trip to the mountain of Sauvignon Blanc (Nalanxingde) and a trip to the Yuguan side. Night lights.

when the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of homesickness cannot be shattered. There is no such sound in my hometown.

a night-mooring near maple bridge (Zhang Ji) frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing and sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to the passenger ship. Spring Palace Song (Wang Changling) last night, the wind blew open and the moon was high in Weiyang Qiandian. The sing-song girls girl in Pingyang's family was newly attracted to the emperor, and the emperor gave her the brocade robe in a slightly cold spell outside the curtain.

On a moonlit night (Liu Fangping), the moon is half full, and the big dipper is languid in the south. I know it's warm in spring tonight, and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window sand.

on hearing a flute at night from the wall of shouxiang (Li Yi) was like snow before returning to Yuefeng, and the moon outside the city was like frost. I do not know where to blow the desolate reed pipe, a night of looking at home.

7. Write a few poems about the quietness and beauty of the night

In Zhang Ruoxu, there is a moonlight night on the riverside, and the spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born.

I follow the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moon on the riverside! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like graupel; Frost flows in the air and you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on Ting. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.

who saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue take photos at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

the white clouds are gone, and the green maple is hard to worry about. Who's boating tonight? Where do you miss the bright moon building? Poor people wander upstairs and the moon, so they should leave people to make up the mirror.

If the curtain of Yuhu can't be rolled up, the finger on the anvil will be returned. At this time, I don't know each other, and I hope that China will shine on you month by month.

The swan goose flies in the sky, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool, but I didn't return home in the poor spring.

the river flows away in spring, while the river falls on the moon and sets in the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the moon will shake the trees all over the river. Green door leads. Spring thoughts are warm and cold at first, and the wind and rain will come late.

Tingxuan is lonely and near Qingming, and the flowers are full of wine, and she was ill last year. The wind wakes up at the corner of the building, and the door is quiet at night.

that can be seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. The simplest one is "so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed ..." (Silent Night Thinking-Li Bai) Hehe. Poems describing night scenes: (1) at The Mountain-Lodge of the Buddhist Priest Ye at Night Waiting in Vain for My Friend Ding (Meng Haoran) now that the sun has set beyond the western range, valley after valley is shadowy and dim.

and now through pine-trees come the moon and the chill of evening, and my ears feel pure with the sound of wind and water. You get what you want, birds have settled on their perches in the quiet mist.

and still -- because you promised -- I am waiting for you, waiting, playing lute under a wayside vine. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the season of good rain, and it happens in spring. When the wind dives into the night, things are moistened silently. Wild trails and clouds are dark, and rivers and boats are bright. Look at the red and wet places, and flowers are heavy in Jinguan City. a night abroad (Du Fu) a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast.

the stars lean down from open space, and the moon comes running up the river. If only my art might bring me fame, and free my sick old age from office!.

flitting, flitting, what am I like, but a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!. My retreat at mount zhongnan (Wang Wei) my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain.

I come and go alone, amid beauty that is all for me. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the origin, or sit to see the rise of the ever-changing cloud.

and some day meet an old wood-cutter, and talk and laugh and never return. Looking at the moon and thinking of one far away (Zhang Jiuling) the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * at this time.

brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night. Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold.

so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) against the City of the Yellow Dragon, our troops were sent long years ago.

and girls here watch the same melancholy moon, that lights our Chinese warriors. And young wives dream a dream of spring, that last night their heroic husbands.

in a great attack, with flags and drums, captured the City of the Yellow Dragon? A mooring under north fort hill (Wang Wan) under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.

...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.

thoughts of old time from a night-mooring under mount niu-zhu (Li Bai) this night to the west of the river-brim, there is not one cloud in the whole blue sky; As I watch from my deck the autumn moon, vainly remembering old General Xie. I have poems; I can read, he heard others, but not mine.

tomorrow I shall hoist my sail, with fallen maple-leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber.

for our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.

when shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears? remembering my brothers on a moonlight night (Du Fu), a wanderer hears drums portending battle and by the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!

o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.

a message to commissioner li at zizhou (Wang Wei) from ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven, on a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling. The spring rain in the mountains is not stopped one night, and the trees on the tops of trees spring.

Chinese women lose cloth, or farmers quarrel over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward the achievements of Wen Weng, and strive for the past.

on returning at the year's end to zhongnan mountain (Meng Haoran) I petition no more at the north palace-gate, to this tumble-down hut on Zhongnan Mountain. I had no reason why I decided to abandon my own views, and my old age and many sick friends were out of practice.

my white hairs hasten my decline, like pale beams ending the old year. Therefore I lie awake and ponder, on the pine-shadowed moonlight in my empty window.

from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou (Meng Haoran) with monkeys whimpering on the shadowy mountain, and the river rushing through the night. The cross - strait wind Blow the branches and leaves rustling, the moonlight is reflected by the river, a river of a boat.

I, a stranger in this inland district, homesick for my Yangzhou friends. Recalling that I can not suppress tears in the two lines, looking at the west side of the west coast to send sad to Yangzhou.

an autumn evening harmonizing cheng qin's poem (Han Yi) while a cold wind is creeping under my mat, and the city's naked wall grows pale with the autumn moon. I see a lone wild-goose crossing the River of Stars, and I hear, on stone in the night, thousands of washing mallets.

but, instead of wishing the season, as it goes, to bear me also far away. I have found your poem so beautiful, that I forget the homing birds.

changing on old friends in a village inn (Dai Shulun) while the autumn moon is pouring full, on a thousand night-levels among towns and villages. In the capital can meet with the south of the Yangtze river, people doubt that it is a dream meet.

in the trees a wind has startled the birds, and insects cower from cold in the grass. The tourists wandering in the outside should long drunk, keep each other for fear of the ringing bells.

a farewell to han shen at the yunyang inn (Sikong Shu) long divided by river and sea, for years we two have failed to meet. Suddenly meet, but suspect is a dream, sad sigh ask each other ages.

our single lamp shines, through cold and wet, on a bamboo-thicket sheathed in rain. But forgetting the sadness that will come with tomorrow, leave the cup and cherish the biography.

a night thought on terrace tower (Wei Zhuang) far through the night a harp is sighing, with a sadness of wind and rain in the strings. There's a solitary lantern, a bugle-call, and beyond Terrace Tower down goes the moon.

fragrant grasses have changed and faded, while still I have been hoping that my old friend would come. There are no more messengers I can send him, now that the wild geese have turned south.

Xie Wenxue's poem "Leaving Night" (Fan Yun) is the first time that the fog on the balcony is dissolved, and the water in the dream is cut off. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken and the thread is returned. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the dust behind the car, I will serve Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Night Farewell to Shen Jishi" (Fan Yun) to Gui Shuicheng, and the night atmosphere in Chu Mountain is clear and Xiaoyun.