1. Famous lines describing the morning in ancient poems
Li Deyu The snow rises in the morning. Snow covers the bamboos in the cold stream, and the wind blows in the wild fields.
Who can pity the lonely old man when there is no whereabouts in sight? Xu Hun's rising from the west tower in the morning. The waves of mercy linger in the depths of the waves, gathering the green and condensing red into a song.
People still go downstairs under the bright moon, and I am worried that the three paths are the Milky Way. Zhao Gu's Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics · Xi Xi Salt · Listening to the Morning Rooster in Tired Sleep. Going to the border town to ride, sleeping in the night boudoir with melancholy.
Put on your clothes to gaze at the falling moon, wipe your tears and wait for the rooster to crow. If you don't feel angry, we'll be crying all night long.
Success should lead to self-hate, and sooner or later it will end in western Liaoning. Yu Shinan In the early morning, the dawn of ten thousand tiles dawns, and the mist closes in the evening under the heavy eaves.
The jade flowers stop the candles at night, and the golden pots send out the dawn chips. Rihui Qingsuo Hall, Xia Shengjie Qi Tower.
The heavy gate should open the road, and the general family should lead to the princes. Zhang Jiuling: On the first morning of spring, I woke up to the snow. Suddenly, it snowed in the forest pavilion, and Yaohua bloomed everywhere.
This year is the beginning of good weather, and last night brought the return of spring. The bamboo in front of the window is moist with jade, and the plum blossoms are blooming in the courtyard.
Five gods should be seen coming to the Zhai Sacrifice in the eastern suburbs. Zhang Jiuling left the county house in the forest in the morning. He was walking in the north forest in the morning, Xiao San opened his lapel.
Seeing Lin Shangyue again, the beauty has not yet sunk. The clouds are solitary and distant, and the wisps of clouds are clear and deep.
Only when there is no reason to be precious can you know the inner meaning of things. Wang Bo's Passage in the Morning. The mountains of Guan are opened at dawn, and the stone road is dust-free.
The white horse goes to Gotham, and the green cow comes with true energy. The heavy gate faces a huge ravine, and the buildings rise from Chongkuma.
Now that we are promoting the policy, we are not abandoning it and returning. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Wind The flames of the purple road are resting, and the green apples are blowing in the evening.
The scattered bamboos shake and scatter shadows, and the pond weaves thin streams. The fragrant fragrance dances on the sleeves, and the makeup floor is filled with powder.
Regardless of the kindness of the king, the fan of the Wan sings the Mid-Autumn Festival. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Qiu Yun The copper in the southern part of the country is changed, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs are light.
The pan Dou Yao light moves, and the Linyang auspicious color is bright. The sky is connected to the Phoenix Tower, and the Winged Dragon City is reflected in the array.
When you don’t know the time, you don’t meet it, and it hurts your feelings. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiu Yong·Autumn Cicada It's already dusk during the autumn journey, and we can talk about peace for the time being.
The hidden elm is not admonishing Chu, and the noisy willows are sad. Fractal makeup is used to thin the hair on the temples, and cutout shadows are used to decorate the crown.
Self-pity is sparse and broken, and the cold forest is blowing cold at night. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Dew The cold air is early in Yuguan, and the autumn colors of Jintang return.
The light in the palm is more than pure, and the drop of lotus is still slight. It turns into frost and condenses into morning liquid, bearing the full moonlight.
On the Wu stage, the clothes of Chu ministers should be wet. King Luo Bin, Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Moon The clouds are covered with jade ropes, and the moon is full and the mirror is round.
The dewdrops on the clothes are shining coldly, and the frost and osmanthus shadows are cold. The color leakage is sparse and the floating light is rippling.
The west gardener admires himself, but the flight south is not safe in the end. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning with Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn water The cold water flows through Beique, and the moon's autumn waves are clear.
The clouds in the picture are pure in color and the flowers in the picture are bright. The pan-melody Kun string moves, and Xuan Feng governs the fright.
Only when you are on the ditch, you will lose your love. King Luo Bin, Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong·Autumn Fireflies The jade Qiu divides the quiet night, and the golden fireflies shine in the cool evening.
The moon is filled with brilliance and mist, and the frost is timid with fire. The scattered colors hang around the empty window, and the floating flowers surround the bridal chamber.
As if you are not tired when the curtain comes down, you should cherish the remaining light. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Qiuju Promote the show in the late autumn, and bloom in ten steps.
The sun is smiling all over the yellow, and the green sun is shaking in the wind. The broken shadows flow and the floating fragrance spreads across the shore.
The golden bead is different, but the jade bead is the same. Luo Binwang's Autumn Morning and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiu Jiuyong·Autumn Wild Geese, a couplet of poems about the sea, pointing to the river stem in the distance.
The formation is cold in the Jinhe River, and the book is cold in the Yusai. It's easy to carry the moon in the sky, but it's difficult to carry the moon to the sky.
Why should I look at the shadow together, brushing the feathers and spreading the clear waves. Du Fu Morning Rain In the morning light of light rain, I can smell it on the leaves for the first time.
The mist spreads on the ground, and the wind swirls with the clouds. Temporarily the color of firewood and thorns rises, lightly touching the flocks of birds and beasts.
Half of Musk Mountain is half of Tingwu Mountain. Yang Shi'e, Nanchi Morning View. When I get up, the moon rises in the forest, and I feel like an old friend.
What's the matter with the people in Lingge? Xiao walks alone in the lotus pond. Bamboo dew is refreshing on clothes, and tea is clear on stone springs.
To encourage the virtuous people of the past, a group of frogs try their best to sing. Yang Juyuan: On the Dragon Boat Festival, the servant gave me morning clothes. The colorful strands are still beautiful, and the wind blows them again.
It should arrive in five days, and it should come in nine days.
The clear light shines in the temple, and the summer heat returns.
The season is known from a distance, and the sword and ruler are urged by fire and clouds. Ouyang Zhan's morning dressing trip. The moon rises in the west from the village store and the sound of bulbuls is heard in the mountains and forests.
The travelers feasted with lanterns all night, and gathered their bags for the morning expedition. People are still sleeping in silence, and the sky is still dark.
If you don’t have the heart to rest, you will have a way to go before everything you do. Liu Yuxi's Morning Morning in Winter Sends Lottery to the Sky Birds are moving in the early morning trees in the courtyard, and there is a faint sound from the county building.
The red embers of the lamp fall, and the white light of the wine warms up. The young hair dislikes the sharpness of the comb, and the fading face hates the bright mirror.
Whoever responds to the solo chant must send it to Luoyang City. Bai Juyi's Dream of a Winter Morning. At five o'clock on the lunar month, the rooster sounded the third time.
It is easy to get up under the tent, and the windows are bright. The lamp that illuminates the book is not extinguished, but the warm wine fire is reborn.
When the tunes are arranged and the strings are moved, the songs are heard and sung first in Weicheng. Li Deyu: When I woke up in the morning and saw the snow, I recalled my mountain residence. Suddenly I recalled the snow in the rocks and who was brushing the daisies.
The bamboo shoots are low and not lifted, and the pine cover should be too many. The mountains slide down with the ice, and the forest slugs carry the graupel across.
If you don’t work hard to hear the crane’s language, then you can play the bitter cold song. Two poems from Xu Hun's "Morning Rising" (the latter one is titled "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House"). The osmanthus trees are green in layers, and the wind is slightly smokey and the dew condenses.
The eaves and couplets hold the falling moon, and the curtains reflect the remaining lamps. The fragrance of Qijiao is cold, and the autumn water in the vase is clear.
A leisurely mind means nothing to do. How is it different from a monk living in a mountain? Two poems from Xu Hun's "Morning Rising" (the latter one is titled "Autumn Evening in the Mountain Studio") The waning moon is bright with smoke and dew, and the door is closed deep in the bamboo studio.
Water insects chirp on the sill, and mountain birds descend the empty steps. Look at your hair in the clear mirror at dawn, and express your feelings in autumn.
Because I know the guests from the north window, I have a good relationship with the world. Xu Hun arrived at Nanting in the morning and showed up at Pei Ming Mansion. Nanzhai dreamed of fishing rods, and the moon was still lingering in the morning.
The fireflies cling to the grass when the dew is heavy, and the butterflies linger on the orchids when the wind is high. The light in the pool is clear in the autumn mirror, and the mountain color is cold at dawn.
I am more in love with Tao Pengze and have no intention of resigning from office. Xu Hun in morning clothes (the second sweet water in Luozhong is a sweet spring), traveling with a moon meal, traveling to the west to pass the fortress.
In the morning, the rooster crows and the garrison is far away, and the wild geese rise from the cold pond. The clouds roll around the mountains with snow, and the wind condenses frost on thousands of trees.
Whose wandering knight is intoxicated in Wolan Hall? Xu Hun: Farewell to Master Qi Ran in the morning. Monk Wu finished chanting sutras, and then he leaned against the futon.
The bells and flowers are still gathering, and the moon in the building is fading. There is a sound of opening the palace in the clear mountain, and the autumn water rolls up the curtains and is cold.
I hate to go in a lone boat, thousands of beaches are repeated. Xu Hun Master Lang sat in the courtyard in the morning. The quilt was cool and his sleeves were clear. The moon was gone and the stars were still there.
Mountain fruits fall in the autumn courtyard, and water flowers bloom in the morning courtyard. The wind curls through the sparse vines, and the cinnamon dew lingers.
I am recalling Jiangnan Temple, listening to and chanting sutras in Yanzhai. Zhao Gu's Twenty Poems of Salt in the Past·Sleep tiredly and listen to the morning rooster. I go to the border town to ride, and sleep in my sleep at night in my boudoir.
Put on your clothes to gaze at the falling moon, wipe your tears and wait for the rooster to crow. If you don’t feel angry after seeing each other for years, then watch the long night cry.
Success should lead to self-hate, and sooner or later it will end in western Liaoning. Han Xing, Morning View, the mountains and rivers are refreshing at dawn, and the alleys are clear while living leisurely.
It has been able to eliminate stagnant thoughts and disperse leftovers. When people draw water, they get up for the first time. When they return to their den, the swallows are temporarily startled.
Letting go is not enough, the gap has already arisen. Du Xunhe's Thoughts on the Autumn Morning When the leaves are falling, travelers are startled by their first dreams.
Zhongcai was exhausted on the pillow, and things had already happened before his eyes. The hair that sings does not grow black, and the friendship in the world does not last long.
And make a fair agreement, and return to the farm before you can bear it. Weng Chengzan's "Morning Rejuvenation" When you get up in the morning outside the bamboo pavilion, you will feel free and happy.
The early cold brings a hut to the house, and the lonely moon shines on the Guanhe River. When I travel, I eat sweet terrestris, and when I return home, I remember the dill.
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Watching the sunrise on Jinshan Mountain. When you travel by land and boat to Fuyu Mountain, you will see the wonders in the early morning.
When the sun wheel broke out of the water, I felt that the river was wide. The distant waves wrinkle their red scales, and the green mist opens up the golden plate.
The light shines on the tower, and the blue sky floats in the clouds. The poet lacks the power of writing, but he sings about the cold autumn moon.
Why should I look at Luofu? The sea is surging at night. On the first day of the month, Wang Changling cleaned her golden boudoir and warmed her bed first.
The oblique light enters the curtain and touches the silk tube slightly. The cloud hair cannot be combed, and the poplar flowers are even more full.
The first day of the sun shines on the Phoenix Tower. Li Yuzhong is in the Rising Sun Yanyun Palace, where the Chaoyang Zhu Emperor lives. The broken clouds give rise to the majestic sky, and the pavilion is clear and empty.
The flowing colors are connected to the vermilion sill, and the brilliance shines on the sparse flowers. In the morning scene of Yunxuan, the dawn fades and the dawn begins.
The fairy mountain is close to Hufu, and the phoenix wings of Xuanying are comfortable. It's like the Queen Mother passing by, traveling in a five-cloud carriage from afar.
The first sun shines on the Huaqing Palace and the Chaisu Lingshan Mountain shines on the lake, and the palace can be seen far and near. The shadows move unevenly, and the light is misty.
The fresh flowers harvest the late green leaves, and the sky is filled with good spirits. Enter Linrun Hot Spring, and the building is deep and connected.
The title of Xuan is bright, and the moon is dimmed with beads. When will the phoenix chariot be lucky? I will look at the same direction. 3. Famous aphorisms about mornings
1. Time is made up of minutes and seconds. Only those who are good at using sporadic time will achieve greater results. (Hua Luogeng)
2. Early morning time is as precious as gold
3. Time is life, time is speed, and time is power. (Guo Moruo)
4. God sends dawn to everyone (Cervantes)
5. The sky before dawn is often the darkest (To? Fuller)
6. Those who abandon time, time also abandons him. (Shakespeare)
7. Listening to the morning bell is thought-provoking (Tang Du Fu)
8. The best time of the day is at dawn (Willcock
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9. The season of the year begins with spring, and the plan for the day begins with morning
10. Among all critics, the greatest and most The correct and most genius thing is time. (Belinsky)
11. Find time to consider whether what you did in a day is a positive or negative sign. (Dimitrov)
12. Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze, you will always have it. (Lu Xun)
13. The morning brings you the wings to fly out of hell; the night brings you the star to guide you into heaven (Ma Long)
The sky before dawn is often the most beautiful. Black (Toro Fuller)
Those who abandon time, time also abandons him. (Shakespeare)
The morning brings you the wings to fly out of hell; the night brings you the star to guide you into heaven (Malon)
The morning is as precious as gold
God sends dawn to all people (Cervantes)
Time is life, time is speed, and time is power. (Guo Moruo)
Time is like water in a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze, there is always some. (Lu Xun)
Time is made up of minutes and seconds. Only those who are good at using sporadic time will achieve greater results. (Hua Luogeng)
Find time to consider whether what you did in a day is a positive or negative sign. (Dimitrov)
The season of the year is spring, and the best time of the day is morning
The best time of the day is at dawn (Wilcox)
It is thought-provoking to listen to the morning bell (Du Fu of Tang Dynasty)
Among all critics, the greatest, most correct, and most genius is time. (Belinsky) 4. Poems about the morning
1. "Early Departure from Baidi City" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
In the words of the White Emperor, among the colorful clouds, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day .
Translation: In the early morning, when the sky is full of morning glow, I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see Baidi City surrounded by colorful clouds, as if it were among the clouds. The scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, which is thousands of miles away, has been reached in one day.
2. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.
Translation: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden plank bridge is covered with early spring frost.
3. "Early Rising" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty
The morning light shines brightly on the house, and the door is opened and a drum sounds. A dog sleeps on the steps and knows the ground is wet; a bird stands by the window and whispers that the sky is clear.
Translation: The morning light is shining, the house is bright, and the morning drum is beginning to beat. The puppy was sleeping on the steps until the ground became damp, and the birds were chirping in front of the window as if to report the clear weather.
4. "Early Journey" by Chen Yuyi, Song Dynasty
The dew invades the camel, the morning is light and cold, and the stars are particularly bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass and insects chirping deep in the rice fields.
Translation: The dew is falling, and I still feel the slightest chill even though I am wearing a thick sweater; looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is looking very bright across the sky. Alone, I crossed a small bridge half awake and half asleep, and heard the chirping of insects deep in the rice fields.
5. "Early Departure" Luo Ye, Tang Dynasty
Lu woke up after a little light and left with his lone sword. I am worried about watching the flying snow and hearing the singing of chickens, and flying geese on my back alone in the sky.
Translation: The light was dim and almost extinguished. I woke up from the wine and prepared to leave with my lone sword on my back. Looking melancholy at the white snow flying all over the sky, listening to the roosters crowing at the farmhouse, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home. 5. What are the poems that describe "morning"?
1. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming Planting beans At the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true. I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The fields are lush with weeds and the bean sprouts are sparse.
Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight at nightfall. The narrow mountain path was overgrown with vegetation, and my clothes were wet with night dew.
It’s not a pity that my clothes got wet. I just hope it doesn’t go against my intention to return to farming. 2. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun. Starting in the morning to recruit the priests, the travelers mourned their hometown.
The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall.
Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; while traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly.
The roosters are singing loudly, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden plank bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves have fallen all over the wild roads in the barren mountains; pale white orange blossoms bloom brightly on the mud walls of the inn.
So I remembered the beautiful scene of Du Ling in my dream last night; a group of ducks and geese were playing in the curved lake and pond on the shore. 3. "The Little Dream" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi At night, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and in the morning we wake up with tears in our scarves.
Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Awei and Hanlang went there one after another. Do you know if Yetai knows? At night, I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand, and when I woke up in the morning, my tears flowed down my face and I didn’t wipe them away. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and it has been eight years since the grass grew in Chang'an City.
I miss you and your bones have turned into sand. I am still temporarily living in the world with a head full of gray hair. Ah Wei and Han Lang have passed away one after another. How can we know that Huang Quan is dim and dim? 4. "The Snow Queen in the Mountains" Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold.
There is no plum blossom jelly dripping from the eaves, a kind of loneliness but not leisure. When I woke up in the morning and opened the door, I saw that the top of the mountain was covered with heavy snow.
At this time, the sky has cleared up, and the light of the rising sun has become colder through the light white clouds. The snow on the eaves has not yet begun to melt, and the plum blossom branches in the courtyard are still frozen by ice and snow.
How unusual is such a cold and lonely atmosphere! 5. "Winter in October" Wei and Jin: Cao Cao In the winter of October, the north wind lingers, the weather is clear, and there is frost and rain. The rooster crows in the morning, the wild geese fly south, the birds of prey lurk, and the bears roost in their caves.
The money is parked, and the harvest is accumulated. The reverse brigade was set up to connect merchants.
What a blessing! Sing to express your ambition. In early winter in October, the north wind blew, the atmosphere was chilly, the weather was cold, and the frost was thick and dense.
The pheasants are chirping in the early morning, the geese are heading south, the birds of prey are hiding, and even the bears are sleeping in their holes. Farmers have put down their farm tools and stopped working. The harvested crops are piled up in the grain fields, and hotels are being arranged to accommodate the traveling merchants.
How lucky I am to be here, reciting poetry to express my feelings.