Poetry about Morning Language 1. Poetry about the morning.
In the morning in Li Deyu, the snow covers the bamboo in Hanxi, and the wind rolls Noda Peng.
Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man. Xu Hun rose from the west wing in the morning to pity the depths of shearing waves, and picked a piece of Cui Ninghong.
The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River. Zhao Wei's miscellaneous songs, yesterday's salt, sleepy, listening to the morning chickens in the border town to ride, worrying about sleeping to cover the night.
Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, just like crying at night.
You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later. In the early morning of Yu Shinan, the morning light shines on all the tiles, and the evening mist closes on the double eaves.
Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building.
Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes. From the morning in beginning of spring, it suddenly began to snow in Zhang Jiuling and Lin Tingxue, and Hua Yao was everywhere.
This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard.
In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods. Zhang Jiuling went out of the county forest in the morning, walked all morning in Beilin, and Xiao had a rest.
Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep.
Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. Wang Bo closed in the morning, the mountains were open, and the slate road was clean.
The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship.
In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu sings autumn wind, Yan rests, and it floats in the evening.
The bamboo forest is swaying and the pool water is woven into a trickle. Delicious dance sleeves with pink makeup floor.
In spite of your kindness, Wan Fan plays the Mid-Autumn Festival. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiuyun changed the copper in the south, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs were pale.
Eta Ursa major moves and the sun is shining. Gaiyin Lotus Peak Que, Array Shadow Pterosaur City.
When you knew it, you didn't meet it. It hurt you. Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu's trip to Chen Qiu was dusk, and they had a chat for the time being.
Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make sorrow and joy. Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadow makeup dangerous crown.
Self-pity is broken, and the cold forest blows cold. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiulu Guan Yu early cold, Jintang autumn return.
The palm is brighter than the net, and the lotus is smaller. Frost turns into dawn liquid, and the moon is full of brilliance.
No Wu Tai, get your clothes wet. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu bravely put on a jade rope and the moon was full of mirrors.
The dew is cold and the frost is cold. The color is leaking and sparse, and the floating light is in a hurry.
It's not safe to fly south. Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted about the cold current of autumn water in the north, and the jade wheel was clear.
The picture is bright and the handwriting on the moon is bright and beautiful. Pan-curved kite line moves, and it's a surprise with Feng Xuan.
Only in the imperial ditch, I am sad and ruined. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted autumn shadows and jade autumn, and golden fireflies shone on cold nights.
Full of doubts and suspicions, but also afraid of frost and fire. Scattered colors linger in vain, and flowers float around the bridal chamber.
If you are tired of hanging curtains, you should cherish the remaining light. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted Qiuju to show off the night, singing is ten steps.
Laugh at Huang Tian and shake the wind with Cui * *. Broken shadow culvert flow, fragrance connected across the bank.
Jin Qiaotu can be popular, but whose jade is it? Wang He and Qiu Jiuyan, Mao Sima of Zichuan, hand in hand to bid farewell to Haige, pointing to Jianggan.
When the array goes to the cold river, the book belongs to the jade to keep out the cold. It is easy to fly with the moon, but difficult to separate from the smoke.
When the same Gu Ying, brush feather Pan Qinglan. Du Fu's morning rain, light rain and morning light smell on the early leaves.
Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates against the clouds. For the time being, the wood is light, and the birds and animals touch it.
Half of the musk mountain, the pavilion is not fully divided at noon. The sheep scholar looked up at the forest in the morning of Nanchi last month, and he was natural and unrestrained.
What happened to Brother Ling? The lotus pond knows how to walk alone The clothes are cool when dipped in bamboo, and the tea is clear until the stone spring is clear.
Advocating that the former is virtuous and thin, the frog tries to sing. In the afternoon in Juyuan Yang, the government waited on the dressing gown, and the colorful wisps were still beautiful, and the Lingfeng volume reopened.
The party should arrive in five days and nine days. When summer comes back, the hair in barnyard grass is clear.
Knowing from a distance is timely, and the knife ruler is urged by the fire cloud. In the morning, Ouyang Zhan installed the village shop and went out to the west of the moon, and the woodcock buzzed.
Travel lights sit all night, and the bag is tied to the morning sign. Silent people are still sleeping, and the sky is not clear.
There is no rest, there is a process before doing things. In the winter morning, Liu Yuxi sent a message that the trees in Lotte Pavilion were moving, the birds were moving and the county government was still ringing.
The lights are red and the wine is white. Too little hair, too much comb, and a bad face.
Whoever sings alone should be sent to Luoyang city. Bai Juyi and his dream of winter morning spread at five o'clock in the morning, and the cock crowed for the third time.
The account is calm, and the window is bright and clean. The book says that warm wine is reborn when the lights don't go out.
Listen to the acropolis first. In the morning, Li Deyu recalled the snow in the mountains and the snow in the rocks.
If the bamboo shoots are low, there should be more loose covers. The mountain slides with the ice and the forest flies over it.
Don't bother to smell the crane before playing the bitter cold song. There are two songs in Xu Hun in the morning (the last one is called "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The osmanthus trees are covered with green layers, and the wind is slightly misty.
The eaves fall on the moon, and the residual light reflects. The fragrance is cold, and the autumn water is clearer.
If you have nothing to do, why not stay with the monks? Xu Hun started two songs in the morning (the last one was titled "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The waning moon is full of smoke and dew, and the door is covered with bamboo.
The water bug sings the threshold, and the mountain bird goes down the empty step. Look at the hair in the mirror and send it in autumn.
Knowing the north window guest, the sky is good with the world. Xu Hun arrived at Nanting in the morning and showed off a dream fishing rod in Nanzhai of Peiming House. The moon was still broken in the morning.
The dew is heavy, the fireflies are grass, and the wind is high. The pool is bright and the mountain is cold.
I love Tao Pengze more and have no intention of discussing going to the official. Xu Hun dressing gown (Luo Zhong's water is sweet, Luo Zhong's water is sweet) takes a few months to eat, and it's a long journey to the west.
In the morning, the cock crows in the distance and the goose rises from the cold pond. Clouds roll four mountains of snow, wind condenses thousands of trees and frost.
Who is the Ranger? He got drunk in blue pond. In the morning, Xu Hun bid farewell to Master Wu's chanting and was defeated by the futon.
Zhong Yunhua is still gathering, and the moon is everywhere. Open a temple in the clear mountains, blind and cold in autumn water.
I hate going alone, and there are thousands of beaches in Qian Qian. Xu Hun Langshangren Hospital sits in the morning cool leader, and there is no star in the moon.
The mountain fruit falls in the autumn courtyard, and the waves open the morning court. The wind is blowing, and Gui Lu is invisible.
Thinking of Jiangnan Temple, Yan Zhai smelled chanting. Zhao Wei was tired of sleeping for 20 days yesterday, listening to the morning chicken riding in the border town, worrying about sleeping and covering the night girl.
Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, and then watch the long night cry.
You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later. It's cool and quiet in the morning.
I have been able to get rid of my thoughts and my rest. When the water bearer got up for the first time, he was temporarily surprised when he returned to Deng Yan.
It's impossible not to let go, and the gap is dusty. On the autumn morning of Du Xun River, there is a feeling of falling leaves, and travelers are surprised by their first dreams.
Zhong Gang was resting on the pillow, and it had already happened. Pubic hair doesn't grow black, and family and friends don't have long feelings.
And fair trade, returning farmland without commitment. Weng Chengzan got up outside the bamboo porch in the morning and felt happy.
Give birth to a family early, and the lonely moon shines on the river. Eat quinoa on a trip and return to your heart.
2. Poems about the morning
1, "Early Baidu City" Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day.
2. "Doing Good and Going Early" in Ting Yun, Tang Wen.
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.
3, "Making Stars" Tang Bai Juyi.
In the early morning light, the room was bright, and the early ya drum began to beat. The dog slept on the steps until the earth got wet, and the birds buzzed around the window as if reporting the weather.
In the early morning, the house is brightly lit and the morning drum strikes. The dog slept on the steps until the earth became wet and the birds sang at the window, as if to report the news of sunny weather.
4, "Early Travel" Song Chen Yu Yi.
Dewdrops invaded the camel's brown, Han Xiao was bright, and the stars were dry and bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects in the depths of rice fields are singing.
When the dew fell, I wore a thick sweater and felt a little cold. Looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is particularly bright sideways. I walked across a small bridge, half awake and half asleep, and heard insects chirping in the depths of rice fields.
5. "Early hair" Ye Luo in Tang Dynasty.
A little light leaves Lu drunk and walks alone. I am worried about watching the snow and smelling the cock crow, alone in the sky.
The light was weak, almost extinguished, the wine woke up, and I was ready to leave with a solitary sword on my back. Looking wistfully at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, listening to the peasant chickens crow, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.
3. Poems or ancient poems related to the morning
It's cool and quiet in the morning. I have been able to get rid of my thoughts and my rest. When the water bearer got up for the first time, he was temporarily surprised when he returned to Deng Yan. It's impossible not to let go, and the gap is dusty.
On the autumn morning of Du Xun River, there is a feeling of falling leaves, and travelers are surprised by their first dreams. Zhong Gang was resting on the pillow, and it had already happened. Pubic hair doesn't grow black, and family and friends don't have long feelings. And fair trade, returning farmland without commitment.
Weng Chengzan got up outside the bamboo porch in the morning and felt happy. Give birth to a family early, and the lonely moon shines on the river. Eat calamus and epimedium when traveling, and remember radish when you return to your heart. The statue is like a piece of land, expressive and crazy.
Cao Song taught him to stay up in the morning and keep the curtains bright. The forest lasted for several months, and the wind was cold. And birds have bells, and lotus leaves the fog. Don't worry about camping during the day, the road is endless.
Li Jianxun's small garden in spring is full of apricot flowers in the morning. You should know that promotion takes a spring, so don't look back and get tired. Birds are whispering in the wind, while bees are still wet. You can drink or not, give a crown.
The hidden farming skills of Wu Yun, Gao, Li, Li, Chen Men and He Zhou, as well as the hidden work of Chen Men. The name of the Tao can be cheap, and the heart can be idle. This is the realm of right and wrong between heaven and earth. With contempt for Kong Xuan's father, he never came back.
In the early morning in Shandong, it was dark and the river was low and messy. Insects fly to the bright moon, magpies fall flowers around. Jin Lan Zhangbei River, Wen Yi drum jade box. Where there are crows, there is darkness and dark clouds.
Bai Juyi stays in the forest before the bird moves in the morning and goes to the east room in the morning. A bronze furnace adds morning fragrance, while a sarong extinguishes residual candles. After waking up, the wind recovered slightly and my eyes were full. Sit up without thinking and kowtow for thirty-six. How to break fast, a cup of mica porridge.
4. Describe the words and sentences in the morning
Two words:
Dawn, dawn, dawn, dawn, dawn.
Dawn, dawn, dawn, morning, morning star, morning wind
Four words:
The morning light is gorgeous, the rising sun rises, everything wakes up, the morning breeze blows gently, and the east is white.
The east has just broken dawn. The sky is dim and the air is fresh and foggy.
The cock crows and the stars are scattered.
Good sentences:
Dawn is like a sword, splitting the silent night and welcoming the rising sun.
It is already dawn, and the morning light like a clear spring flows in from a small window. On the branches, birds are constantly singing.
The dawn of dawn lifts the veil of night, spits out brilliant morning light and welcomes a new day.
The newborn dawn, like a bright red baby, trembled three times in this thick spray.
The rising sun is full of strong alcohol, spreading infinite drunkenness to the vast sky in the fields. ...
It's getting light, and the light blue sky is inlaid with a few remnant stars. The earth is hazy, like a silver-gray veil.
5. Describe good words and sentences in the morning
In the morning, open the curtains and open the window. The breeze blew, and a fresh, fragrant and elegant earthy breath came to my face.
Spring comes so fast, quietly and unconsciously, the grass is green, the branches are sprouting, the wild flowers and rape flowers are blooming everywhere, and everything is bathed in the dawn of spring morning, swaying in the spring breeze, just like a girl's light singing and dancing, which is very lovely.
Creatures wake up in the spring morning, showing the preciousness and temptation of life.
The spring morning touched the hope in my heart and inspired the enthusiasm of life.
In the morning, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. Birds and flowers are singing here, birds and flowers are singing. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.