1. What are the poems or ancient prose that describe night scenes?

1. "Moonlight Night"

Liu Fangping

The moonlight is darker than half of the house, The North Dipper is straight and the South Dipper is inclined.

Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.

2. "Out of the Fortress"

Wang Changling

The horse is newly riding on the white jade saddle. After the battle, the moon is cold on the battlefield.

The sound of iron drums on the city wall is still vibrating, and the blood of the golden sword in the box is still wet.

3. "Huanxi Sand"

Mao Pang

Bamboo sends the sound of autumn into the small window, and the fragrance enchants the dark night.

The small screen covers the long candles, and the wild geese pass by and there is no information about the old friend.

When you wake up from alcohol, your dreams are desolate. Painted bridge, dew moon, cold mandarin ducks.

4. "Dian Jiang Lip·Cuiyan Garden"

Shi Hao

In the Cuimei Garden, fire clouds bloomed in the south. The moon is beyond the sky. The night is as cold as water.

Kuang Youqingge advised me to respect the floating ants. Fight to get drunk. In the midst of thousands of flowers. A pillow of sleep.

5. "Treading on the Shasha·Yuan Xi"

Mao Pang

Pushing the snow to find spring, burning lanterns to continue the day. After the plum blossoms bloom in the courtyard, there is a faint fragrance. Unexpected night *** covers the spring, the sky teaches the moon to the willows of Shangguan Bridge.

The flower market is dust-free, and the gates are like embroidery. The delicate clouds and auspicious mist envelop the stars. The agarwood is cold and the makeup is still there, but the light dream in half a quilt is as thick as wine.

6. "Spring Snow"

Han Yu

Watching the snow on the Qing Dynasty, no one sits and sings alone.

The flowers are rising lightly, and they are warm when they fall to the ground.

Already amazed by the song and fan, he also came to dance with him.

Leave secret knots with bamboo baskets, and send long strips with willows.

Entering the mirror, peering into the swamp, walking across the bridge on Tianma.

The steps are pitiful and the trees are full of rocks.

The river waves welcome the sun, and the wind and hair are hunting towards the sky.

When you are free, you turn carefully, and when you are anxious, you are suddenly startled.

The city is dangerous and suspicious, and the anvil is cold and has not been pounded.

Don’t worry about the gloomy scenery, the night is forgiving.

Extension of knowledge:

"Autumn Evening"

Du Mu

The cold autumn light of red candles paints the screen, and the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies.

The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.

Translation:

In the autumn night, the candlelight illuminates the painting screen, holding a small fan in hand to beat the fireflies.

The stone steps are as cool as cold water at night, and you can sit quietly in the palace and gaze at the Cowherd and Vega.

This poem describes the loneliness and resentment of a frustrated palace maid. The first sentence describes the autumn scene, using the word "cold" to hint at the cold autumn atmosphere, and also brings out the protagonist's inner loneliness. The second sentence is about using fireflies to pass the time and relieve sadness. Three sentences are written about being unable to sleep late at night, waiting for luck to come. The sky and streets are like water, which is a metaphor for your love as ice. The last sentence expresses the sadness in my heart by admiring the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl. 2. Poems describing the night

Happy Rain on a Spring Night Du Fu Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city. Staying at the Mountain Temple at Night Li Bai The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands.

Don’t dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens. Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is covered with frost. Jiang Feng, the fisherman, sleeps in sorrow.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. On the night of December 15th, Yuan Mei's drums became more and more urgent, and gradually the sound of people died.

Blow out the lamp and the window will be brighter, the moon will shine and the snow will fall all day long. Spring Night by Wang Anshi The sound of incense embers leaking from the golden stove is faint, and the gentle wind blows and gusts of cold.

The spring scenery makes me sleepless, and the moon moves the shadows of flowers onto the railing. Hearing the Flute on a Spring Night by Li Yi The flute is played in the cold mountains to call for the return of spring, and the migrating guests look at each other with tears in their clothes.

There are endless geese in Dongting all night long, and they all fly north before dawn. Du Lei On a cold night, guests come for tea and wine, and the soup in the bamboo stove begins to boil and becomes red.

The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but the plum blossoms are different. Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night by Chen Ziang The silver candle blows out clear smoke, and the golden statue meets the beautiful banquet.

When you leave the hall, you miss the piano and the harp, and you take other paths around the mountains and rivers. The bright moon hangs over the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn.

I will go to Luoyang for a long time, in what year will this meeting take place? On the Great Night, Cui Tu traveled all the way to Sanba Road, and was in danger for thousands of miles.

On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger is alone. Gradually, it becomes far away from the flesh and blood, and turns to the relatives of children and servants.

I am wandering, and tomorrow will be a new year. Pavilion Night by Du Fu At dusk of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, and the sky is frosty and snowy, and the night is cold.

The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken. A few families in Yewei heard about the war and were attacked, and fishermen and woodcutters started to appear in several places in Yige.

The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end up in the loess, and people and things are still lonely. Traveling at night to write a book Du Fu The grass is fine and the breeze is blowing on the shore, and the boat is in a dangerous boat at night.

The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. How could it be that he wrote articles and retired from office due to old age and illness?

What does Piao Piao look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth. Moonlight Night by Du Fu Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir alone.

I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold.

Whenever I lean on the virtual guise, my tears will dry under the double light. Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night by Du Fu The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The commander did not avoid sending the letter, but the situation was that the army did not stop. The journey is close to the autumn night and I see the gift immediately. Han Hong The long mat is facing the wind early, and the moonlight shines on the empty city.

There is a wild goose in the autumn of the galaxy, and thousands of houses are in the night with anvils and pestles. The festival should be late, and the heart should be lying on credit.

I have always recited beautiful sentences, but I didn’t realize that I was already singing crows. Cold food night Han Xi Compassionate light cold wind, apricot blossoms, snow and small peaches.

Late at night, I was leaning on a swing rope, and the pavilion was hazy in the drizzle. 3. What are the sentences describing the night in the countryside in ancient poetry?

In "The Story of Yueyang Tower", the sentence describing "the night in Dongting" is: If the rain is falling, the moon is not open, the shadows are roaring, and the turbid waves are rowing. Empty

Du Mu's "Autumn Evening": The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cool as water at night. I lie down and watch Altair and Vega.

After all the hardships, the stars are scattered all around.

Untitled Li Shangyin

Last night’s stars and last night’s wind, To the west of the painting building and to the east of Guitang.

Without a colorful phoenix flying in the body, my heart is still connected?

The next seat will be warmed by spring wine, and the red wax lamp will shine on each seat.

I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request, and walked away to follow the ɡ pyrimidine?

The sky is high and the air is cold, and Liesu Sen is in place. The big stars are shining, and the small stars are making a fuss. The vastness and uncertainty make me sigh.

Traveling at Night in Shuhuai

[Du Fu]

The shore is covered with fine grass and the breeze blows, and the boat is alone at night against the dangerous wall.

The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river.

It’s not like writing articles. Officials should retire due to old age and illness.

What does Piao Piao look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth.

Xijiang Moon

Xin Qiji

Walking along the yellow sand road at night

The snipe carries the swan and the guaniu?

The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.

Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are 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.

Man Ting Fang · Night Thoughts

The stars are ruthless, the Milky Way is intentional, and we meet in the southeast and northwest!

Looking outside the customs, you can’t remember the old dormitories.

We talked about the mountains and rivers in our childhood, we have seen each other several times, and we have friends from the east and west.

After staying away for a longer time, I pushed the cup to change the cup, and my cheeks were red from drunkenness.

Li Shangyin

The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the Milky Way is gradually setting and the stars are sinking

Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky are in my heart every night

"Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" by Wang Bo

The old county of Yuzhang and the new mansion of Hongdu.

The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu.

What I saw in the boat night book·Cha Shenxing

When the moon is dark, I can see the fishing lanterns, and the lone light is a little firefly.

The gentle breeze stirred up the waves, scattering stars all over the river.

Shen Deqian - "Night Mooring on the Maple River"

Following the wild geese in the wild, it was the first night to leave home. The stars are in chaos, and I know it is Bo Fengqiao.

BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.

Li Bai

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands.

Don’t dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens.

Nineteen Ancient Poems

Far away is the Altair star, and the bright river is a Han woman.

Slender and simple hands, playing with the machine.

I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain.

The river is clear and shallow, only a few degrees farther apart. 4. Sentences describing the moonlight should not be classical prose or poetry.

The moonlight is as clear and transparent as accumulated water, misty, and the earth seems to be covered with a layer of gauze.

This is my tired moon hiding in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars standing guard. The moon hangs diagonally in the sky, smiling, and the stars crowd the Milky Way, blinking.

A full moon rose, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky. The moon opened its eyes wide and looked at the villages and fields kindly, like a polished copper plate.

The full moon gradually rose, and her silver plate-like face showed a soft smile. The bright full moon has been lifted up into the sky by the blue mountains in the distance.

The moon is round, like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie. The night was extremely quiet, with the full moon like a jade plate passing through the clouds, and its faint moonlight shining on the earth.

An apricot-yellow full moon crept out from the mouth of the mountain and threw its reflection into the lake. The full moon is like a yellow lantern, rising in the sky from the eastern horizon.

At night, the full moon rose, and a tranquility shone on the earth with the silvery moonlight. The moon gradually rose, and she was dressed in white gauze, demure and serene, gentle and generous.

Her silver plate-like face left a gentle smile through the willow branches. The moon is like a newly married daughter-in-law. She just came up from the eastern sky and shyly hid herself in the leaves of the trees.

The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, taking his time to sort out the white moonlight. The moon is like a shy girl. Sometimes she hides in the clouds, and sometimes she lifts her veil to reveal her charming face. The whole world is soaked in dreamy silver-gray by the moonlight.

The moon is so bright, illuminating the earth with snow-green, and the trees, houses, and streets seem to be coated with a layer of mercury. Outside the door on the west side of the forest, the waxing moon has turned into a golden watermelon, no longer a curved eyebrow.

In the early morning, the waning moon is like a tarnished pebble, thrown into the sky. A new moon is like a white pear flower, blooming peacefully in the light blue sky.

The night sky is full of stars, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in the broad silver river. The moon is like a bow, hanging in the sky.

A crescent moon rose from the woods in the distance. It was as white as freshly refined silver. A crescent moon, like a silver sickle, stretched out from the dark mountain peaks.

A crescent moon rose, like a jade-shaped banana embedded in the sky, glowing with green brilliance. The crescent moon is like a small boat, with its pointed bow tilted up, rowing in the quiet lake late at night, bringing me a feeling of emotion.

A crescent moon hangs high in the dark blue sky, and its light as clear as water shines on the earth. The new moon is like a golden boat parked among the sparse branches.

The half moon hung diagonally on the tip of a locust tree, like an orange petal. The moon is as small as a hairpin and so curved that it makes one's heart enchanting.

A hazy moon emerged from the transparent clouds like cicada wings, shining with a clear silver light. A silver hook in the night sky sheds infinite light.

The crescent moon is curved, like the sweet smiles of girls. Under the crescent moon and above the willow branches, there is a pair of stars like the eyes of a smiling fairy, teasing the crooked crescent moon and the swaying willow branches.

The crescent moon is like a silver boat. The crescent moon outside the window is like chrysanthemum petals blooming in the blue night sky.

The crescent moon shuttles through the thin clouds, like a barracuda, lively and cute. The crescent moon is like a girl's eyebrows, hanging curvedly in the pure air.

The moon has risen, blushing as if someone had picked up a big red lantern from the eastern horizon. The moon rises, like a moon ice disk that has just been dehydrated, not stained by dust.

The moon girl rose, as if she was speaking quietly to the little stars around her. A full moon is rising slowly, and the silver moonlight reflects a few feathery light clouds, which is wonderful.

The rising moon hangs over the top of the mountain. Although it is as pale as a cloud, it is getting brighter every moment. The moon is out to sea.

At the moment it soared into the air, it seemed to jump suddenly, covered with water, letting the passionate sea wash it away, making it extraordinarily bright and clean. A ray of soft moonlight passed through the window and fell on the windowsill, which seemed to be plated with silver.

The moonlight, like a silver yarn, hangs down from the window. The moonlight passed through the shade of the trees, leaking out the glittering broken jade all over the ground.

The fifteenth full moon is like a snowball, embedded in the dark blue night sky, looking particularly bright. The cold moon hangs high on the branches, and the cold wind blows the bare branches until they scream.

The moon in early winter is clear and cold, casting an icy silver glow from the west. The moon finally rose into the deserted sky, shining white and crystal clear.

The moon rose from the edge of the woods, emitting a cold light that made the snow-covered fields extremely white, making people feel even more cold. Thousands of stars are like night pearls scattered on the sky, shining with brilliant silver light.

As night falls, the deep blue sky is dotted with countless small stars, blinking and blinking, as if inviting people to travel in the vast space. There was no moon, and the stars shone like dewdrops on a large lotus leaf.

You can also translate the meaning of ancient poems, which also describe the moon. 5. Find articles that describe the night

1. The words walking in the night are elves beating on the fingertips. They quiver their sensitive noses and bring the refreshing fragrance into your dreams, although there is no dazzling halo. There is also a lack of gorgeous colors, but it is plain and real. The rich fragrance of ink decorates ordinary life. With such a night, life is complete and fulfilling. With such words in the night, it is like a faint fragrance. The floating scenery makes you drunk at just one glance. The mountains and rivers have drunk the sun and the moon. What wakes me up is my lonely heart. I am drunk tonight and tomorrow. What fills the air is your distant wishes. 2. I like words at night. All my so-called "words" are completed at night.

The difficult writing during the day becomes smoother at night. Perhaps this is because the twilight brings me closer to the words. There is no light in the station of literature. If there were light, literature would lose its due mystery.

Every time I pick up the pen, I feel like I am standing at the entrance of a literary station. The darkness in front of me attracts me to go inside involuntarily. What does that world look like on the other side? Is it the bright paradise in some people's eyes, the strange magic mountain in front of Hans Castorp, or the secluded paths in the emerald green mountains and forests described by Zhimo? The entrance to the tunnel disappeared, and I woke up from my dream.

Someone once asked me, why are your articles always dark and why are the background colors in your articles always bright? I want to say that the words I am trying to get close to in the dark are not the so-called black in Zhang Xianliang's "Habitual Death", nor the gloom of Baby Annie, but a stage that can hold out the truth to me, a piece of land that can lead me to the light. Fertile soil.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light," the writer said.

And I am not a writer, at best I am just a doodler. Writers have the ability to be strategic and to hit the nail on the head. They face the ocean, talk and laugh, everything is clear and natural.

To me, words are just a little candlelight. A few sparks floating in the darkness can only illuminate the scenery for a moment. Yes, I can’t find the entrance to the literary tunnel. Maybe this will always be a mystery to me.

So I cherish every night. In the night air, I silently breathed in the sober scent of morning, and silently captured the message from another world.

When groping in the dark ocean, there is no need to be afraid of the dark, and there is no need to shout loudly to embolden yourself. I am not an explorer, I just "explore" by candlelight.

The night passed, I emerged from the sea, and the sunshine of the day sent me into the real sky. These are nothing more than telling me that I have walked another journey in the darkness, and there is still darkness in front of me. entrance. I have a new light, I will walk through the sunshine, step into the darkness, and continue to explore the darkness with a candle.

At this point, I took a break, took a sip of tea, and continued on. I still believe that on the journey of literature, there are still small roads after the big road. As long as you keep walking, there will be countless scenery.

When the night falls deep, I am a silent lamb. On the road, silence is my companion, and the candlelight provides my clear vision. 3. Wandering in the night. The lonely saxophone drowns out the hustle and bustle of the day with its vague and lingering tenderness, and gently caresses the feelings of the night with its tactful appeal.

The birds have gone to sleep, the autumn rain has gone to sleep, has the wind also gone to sleep? I really want to know: Is the person in the distance who I am missing also fallen asleep at this moment? Are you OK? Dream - okay? In the shadow of the lamp, I asked silently to the soft and ethereal melody. Why didn't Feng'er fall asleep? Silk threads entered the window quietly, lingering on my long neck, but wanted to snatch away the thousand words choked in my throat? Why didn't the tree shadow fall asleep? Stars are scattered all over the ground, nestling in the deep embrace of the earth, but want to eavesdrop on the thousands of words buried deep in my heart? Suddenly, I found that the moon had not fallen asleep, and it was looking at me kindly and tenderly.

It turns out that the moon can be so close to me. It is not hanging in the distant sky. It is right in front of me, in the crystal clear glass of water within my reach. Will the moon stay so close to you? Could there be a similarly tranquil scene hidden in your white tea cup filled with a faint fragrance? Oh, I don't know how to keep the moon. I know that when the sun comes out, the moon will leave me.

Just like I don’t know how to keep my childhood, I can only look at the calendars one after another and take my childhood away; just like I don’t know how to keep my sweet dreams, I I can only let the birds chirp one after another, disturbing the detachment of my dream; just like I don’t know how to keep my relatives, I can only wait again and again to bring them near and far away... Maybe, Thousands of things that cannot be left behind are just the tassels that weave life into? Perhaps, the traveling back and forth, near and far, is a painting that exaggerates the years? Maybe, maybe the cycle of waiting and expectation is the dream gifted to me by God? The light and fluttering thoughts, in the long and faint murmur of Saxophone, glide like a bird, gradually getting farther and farther away, and finally disappear in the corner where the wind turns. I am also going to dream. Dreams always have so many temptations for me.

However, I still don’t know what kind of story will be played out in tonight’s dream, nor can I know who will become the story in that story? Who is saying: If you can let the moonlight ripple in the poems, if you can let your childhood meander in the fairy tales, if you can compose graceful notes for the whispers of dreams, if you can express your nostalgic family affection deeply The earth is engraved in my heart, and you have left behind all your cares, and you have left behind countless beauties in the world... I am about to sleep sweetly, who hasn't fallen asleep yet? Is it the wind, the moon, or the person I miss? .