On a summer night, when there are too many mosquitoes, I sit under the locust tree, swinging my fan, and look at the bits of blue sky through the gaps in the dense leaves... (Lu Xun)

Autumn Later in the middle of the night. The moon has gone down, but the sun has not risen yet, leaving only a dark blue sky; except for the nocturnal things, everyone is asleep. (Lu Xun)

The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, before the water vapor evaporated by the sun on the mountains and fields has dissipated. The sun set into the Western Mountain. As a result, the misty wind in the valley brought a strong coolness, driving the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadow of the mountain peak pressed down on the village faster, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending into the night. But soon, it turned silver-grey again by the moonlight. (Feng Deying)

The bright moonlight decorates the spring night sky and the earth. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious. The dense stars are like small sparks in the sea water, twinkling and dancing with tiny points of light. Fields, villages, and trees are covered with silver gauze in the quiet sleep. The mountains are vague, like clouds, and like islands on the sea, as if to summon the ships sailing at night, they shine with a little or two bright red firelights from time to time. (Wu Qiang)

High and low loess rolls like waves beside the road. The sun was buried in the loess and glowed flesh-red. But the sun was still burning very hard, burning their skin and flesh until it turned purple-black, and they seemed to smell a burnt smell. (Zhang Tianyi)

The bitter and hot air seemed to be stagnant; the fiery face was waiting for the wind sadly, but the wind did not come. The sun was shining brightly in the dark blue sky; on the shore opposite us was a field of yellow-orange oats, with wormwood growing in some places, not even a single ear of wheat was shaken. (Turgenev)

When the sun just showed its face, I walked along the river towards the village. The light and clear mist and the moist smell of earth kept hitting me. face, into my nose. (Fang Zhi)

The bright moon, which is not yet full, gradually rises high into the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly blocked the moonlight, and above the field, a light smoke seemed to be hanging, and the strands were falling off, as if falling into a dream. After the evening clouds drifted over, the smoke disappeared from the fields, and the clear light like water washed over the soft autumn night. (Liu Shude)

On this night, there was not even a trace of cloud, and the sky was blue and transparent. The moon is like a newly married daughter-in-law. As soon as she rises from the eastern horizon, she shyly hides in the leaves of the trees. Those dense poplar leaves are like a stream of water, rustling day and night, rustling, rustling, flowing quietly and loudly where people can't see it. Liu Zhen)

The clouds moved slowly, and the full moon that had been swallowed up for a long time suddenly jumped out, like a golden plate that had just come out of the furnace. It was brilliant and dazzling with golden light, covering the entire earth. It was so bright that the frogs on the lotus leaves, the grasshoppers in the grass and the birds on the branches were all awakened by the sudden light, cheering, jumping and singing loudly. (Wang Zifu)

In August in the south, the sun is as hot as fire. At noon, the sun made the leaves curl up. The cicada kept making a long sound, adding a layer of annoyance to the sultry weather. (Jin Jingmai)

The churning purple-red morning glow, half-hidden behind the road of poplar trees, casts a riot of purple and red light towards the awakening earth. Gradually, the dazzling clouds were pushed aside, and the sun appeared like a fireball, pouring fire-like red light onto the trees, plains, oceans and the entire earth. (Maupassant)

There is no moon at night, and the stars are extremely dense. Everyone fell asleep after eleven o'clock, and it was so quiet all around. I'm afraid you could hear the sound of an embroidery needle falling on the ground. The dark sky was dotted with stars, among which there were piles of unknown names, held together to form a large circle, which looked similar to the bright jewels embedded in the necklace. I really couldn't sleep at this moment, so I put on my clothes and got out of bed and went to the window and stared blankly at the sky. The chaotic starlight, the silent night scene, and if there is a crescent moon like an eyebrow, wouldn't it be the same as the scene when we visited Central Park last year? (Feng Yuanjun)

The night is too quiet, and the moonlight is like mist woven from hazy silver yarn, flashing on the leaves, the pillars, the armrests of the rattan chairs, and people's faces. It emits a solemn and holy light. The sea seemed to be asleep too, and I heard the gentle waves lapping on the beach. (Liu Baiyu)

The night is dark and the moon is in the sky, but I don’t know where it is hiding, because this Miss Diana (the moon god in Greek and Roman mythology) sometimes sneaks to the other side of the earth for a stroll. As a result, the mountains here are dark and the fields are gloomy. (West) Cervantes

The scorching sun hangs high in the sky above the world. The red light shot to the ground like a rocket, and the ground was on fire, reflecting flames like boiling oil. Transpiration, suffocation, intense heat, and strange stuffiness can almost make people's cells and fibers explode from trembling. (Rou Shi)

Under the Bodhi tree, it is cool and quiet; when flies and bees fly to the shade, their whine seems to become extraordinarily gentle; the oil-green grass is not mixed with a hint of golden color , fresh and lovely, spread out flat at first glance, without any fluctuations; the slender flower stems stood still and did not tremble, as if they were in a dream; countless small bunches of yellow flowers hung on the low branches of the Bodhi tree, also still, as if Already dead. With every breath, the fragrance refreshes the heart, and the heart happily inhales the fragrance.

Far away, beyond the river, to the horizon, everything was brilliant; now and then a passing breeze ruffled the plains, intensifying the light; and a glorious mist hung over the fields. The sound of birds was silent. Birds never sing in the scorching heat of noon. However, the weaver's chirping could be heard everywhere. Listening to this warm sound of life makes people sitting quietly under the quiet shade feel very happy; it makes people feel sleepy, and at the same time, it seduce deep fantasy dreams. (Turgenev)

The afternoon sun was so strong that even the water in the rice fields steamed so much that it made a faint sound in the dark. The leaves of the grass seedlings have dried up in the sun, losing their green luster, and there is no wind. Walking on the field ridge with the grass seedlings on both sides, it is so hot that the whole body is sweating, and it is difficult to breathe, so no one wants to come out. (Ai Wu)

The clear air makes the earth vast and infinite, expanding it infinitely. Everything is going away together, and it is calling people to come to the blue edge of the earth. Standing here, I have seen the sun rise more than ten times. Each time, a new world is born in front of me, full of novel beauty. (Gorky)

It was not yet sunrise, and the sky was a little bright; it was a wonderful and vast moment. There are still a few stars scattered in the deep white sky. The ground is dark and the sky is completely white. The weeds are trembling slightly, and everything is shrouded in mysterious light. A skylark seems to have joined the stars, singing in the extremely high sky, and the vast sky seems to be holding its breath to listen to the carols sung by this little life for the boundless universe. In the east, the Grass Mountain Col reflects the bronze sky, showing its black shadow; the dazzling white star is hanging on the top of the hill, like a soul flying out of this dark mountain field. (Hugo)

The distant mountains, nearby trees, jungles, and mounds are all hazy, as if covered with a veil. The night is not uniformly black. The mountains, woods and hills each have different colors; there are jet black, thick black, light black, light black, and black and gray like silver, which is very similar to the appropriate shades of Chinese Danqing paintings. None of this is static, they all seem to be floating mysteriously, swimming with the pedestrians and moving closer to them. (Haoran)

You can see the bright orange glass roof under the tree, and the mist rising from the mountain gorge. The quiet lilac bush, the flowers have not yet bloomed, is immersed in the moonlight. All the flowers, wet with dew, can be separated neatly from each other. Light and shadow are mixed together on the road, as if it is not composed of trees and roads, but transparent houses dangling here and there. (Leo Tolstoy)

The water of the Qinhuai River is green and gloomy; it looks thick but not greasy, or is it condensed with gold powder from the Six Dynasties? When we first boarded the boat, it was still dark, and the rippling soft waves were so peaceful and gentle. It made us think about the vast sea and sky, and on the other hand, we were looking forward to a state of drunkenness and wealth. When the lights are on, the gloom turns into darkness; the dim water light is like a dream, and the occasional flash of light is the eyes of the dream. (Zhu Ziqing)

At a glance, the sparse forest, the pale moon, and the blue sky look like a wild river crossing; over there, it is dense and gloomy, and it seems There is boundless darkness hidden there; it is almost unbelievable that it is the prosperous Qinhuai River. But the dizzying lights in the river, the criss-crossed painted fields, the melodious rhyme of the flute, and the squeaking sound of the harp finally made us get to know the Qinhuai River, which is green as green as old wine. The sky here is more exposed, so we feel that night comes later; from the clear water shadow, we feel only the thin night - this is the night of the Qinhuai River. (Zhu Ziqing)

The sun has turned to the top of the Western Mountain. The pale light shines on the bloodstains on the snow, and also shines on the vast mountains and fields. The mountains and fields are all white, and there is no trace of the road. (Jun Qing)

It is late at night.

The dark blue sky seems to have been washed by clear and clear water. It is watery and clean, soft and solemn; there is no moon, no wandering clouds, and the blue sky is only sparkling. The twinkling stars are like countless little jade flowers sprinkled on the boundless blue satin.

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The cool night is floating gently; the dew is quietly gathering. At the place where Chi Xinli was thrown away by Chang Jie, dewdrops were all hanging on the lush and broad heart-shaped leaves of the small poplar tree. The dewdrops gradually grew bigger and rounder, and suddenly, one drop, rolled down, another drop, plop, plop... (Liu Yazhou)

The night is getting darker and darker, the villages, the woods, Potholes and ditches, they all seemed to fall into a mysterious silence. (Zhang Jie)

The moon that is about to set is still wandering desperately at the edge of the dark forest. The river water is shining with silver light from time to time, and there is no breath of wind. However, the treetops are slightly swaying, and the trees beside the avenue and ghostly statues cast long, elusive shadows among them, fountains spewed water, and rustling sounds passed through the vast silent night very strangely. (Germany) Eichendorf

In the morning, I took a deep breath of the fresh air filled with frost in the mountains and valleys. I felt energetic and full of strength, as if I had transformed into a man who could climb mountains and catch tigers in one night. An excellent hunter who enters the water to catch dragons. (Wu Boxiao)

The dawn glow gradually showed purple, blue, and green colors. The rising sun reveals its first rays of light. I have never seen this bright red so red; I have never seen this bright red so bright. In an instant, the fireball soared into the sky; the place where you stared was covered by the clouds.

The light and shadow are ever-changing; hundreds of light beams shoot down from the space. (Xu Chi)

When the setting sun sinks... and the silver-gray dusk dew covers the grassland, you will see countless red firelights, which are the herdsmen burning copper pots to prepare dinner.

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The grassland at night is so quiet and peaceful. Only the sound of the flowing stream makes you think about this nature. (Biye)

It is late at night and everyone is quiet, and I am alone, listening to the pendulum swinging indifferently and continuously... Darkness and sleep envelope the earth, and everything is silent. (Gorky)

When the earth just woke up from the thin morning tenderness, clear laughter floated in the solemn and cool fruit tree garden. The joyful noise of the birds has given way to other corners. Some small beetles that love to fly around in the morning breeze are even more uneasy and wandering around. The dense leaves squirmed slightly on the outstretched branches, but they could not hide the numerous fruits. You can see the occasional sparkling dewdrops among the trees, just like the dazzling stars in the foggy night. The layer of hair or thin layer of frost on the red peel makes it even softer and moister. The clouds rose, and bits of golden clouds filtered through the gaps between the heavy green leaves, and wisps of transparent lavender and light yellow light were reflected in the forest. (Ding Ling)

On an autumn night, the sky is high and the dew is thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moonlight shone down on the earth, it was so dim, but the stars in the Milky Way became more and more brilliant. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn, and millet, the chirping of autumn insects echoed one after another. Grasshoppers also occasionally added a few accompaniments, and the earth blowers were like blowing chillies intermittently. Willow trees hang down their branches quietly on the roadside, casting shadows over the winding path covered with wild grass. (Xue Ke)

...The moon came up, but it was half covered by clouds. She was hiding far away in the cracks of the trees, like a country girl, shy. People in the past said: "He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face." Quite a bit! The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, so he was too lazy to care. But I thought, if it was an autumn night, it would be nice to have some west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, you should still hear the sound of the surging "waves".

The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we light two or three sticks of foreign wax in the hall. The timid Homura was pressed by the big roof and couldn't breathe. We looked at each other through candlelight, as if covered with a layer of smoke. Outside it was pitch black, like the sea. Only a few barks from far and near remind us that we are still in the human world. (Zhu Ziqing)

On a summer night, the sky is dotted with sparkling stars, like a Milky Way paved with fine quicksand lying on the blue sky. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze blowing in bursts, and the occasional dog barking, the deserted street was silent. (Yang Mo)

At night, the cool breeze blows through the dewy sorghum leaves, the rustling poplar trees, the shining river water, and the Lin Daojing's handsome cheeks were all hot... What a beautiful summer night, the crystal stars are shining with moving light in the endless gray sky. Grasshoppers, crickets and sleeping frogs and cicadas are singing softly in the grass, by the pond, and between the trees. Produce lyrical songs. And the vast fields are sleeping quietly, the green crops, the gurgling flowing river, the curved dirt road stretching in the dark night, the fragrant wild flowers and leaves, the rich and fresh and intoxicating air. , coupled with the life of this legendary revolutionary struggle, all look particularly charming in this unusual night, giving people a feeling of beauty. (Yang Mo)

There was no sound at this time, only the silent darkness of the warm night surrounded them. The mockingbird nesting among the roses and honeysuckles occasionally wakes up from a little dream and sings a shy and beautiful tune. Then, as if after careful consideration, there was complete silence again. (Original author?, "Writing Handbook", 1983)

At night, the high and blue sky is sparsely dotted with gem-like stars, and there are always flashes of fire like ghost eyes on the horizon. The air is filled with the fresh smell of earth, mist, dew and rice. The unique dreamlike tranquility of summer nights makes all living creatures seem to want to sleep. Although there are the chirping of grass insects such as golden bells, the sound is so thin and distant that it seems to be saying Talking in sleep! (Original author?, "Writing Handbook", 1983)

It was almost dusk, and the sun slowly penetrated the thin clouds and turned into a red ball. A pink color that was redder and more delicate than a fat baby's face appeared in the western sky. The area around the sun is the reddest, so charming. The red color spread in all directions, covering half of the sky, gradually getting lighter layer by layer until it turned gray-white. There is soft, transparent, clear and moist air floating in the sky. (Original author?, "Writing Handbook", 1983)

The setting sun seems to roll in the golden-red clouds, and then sinks behind the dark horizon. The golden edge of the red fireball shimmered, and two or three hot sparks burst out, and the dim outline of the distant woods suddenly appeared as continuous light blue lines. Original author? , "The Writing Handbook," 1983)

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"In ancient poetry"

The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. ("Passing an Old Friend's Village")

Write about the scenery of the mountain village.

As you get closer and farther away, the scenery becomes more and more open, creating a quiet and tranquil atmosphere.

The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. ("Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake")

The two words "gradual desire" and "talent" are full of dynamics, showing the vitality of random flowers and Asakusa.

One river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green, and two mountains with rows of gates bring in the green. ("Mr. Shu Huyin's Wall")

Using personification techniques, "one water" and "two mountains" are written into humane and friendly images. The words "protect" and "circle" appear to be very affectionate.

The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. ("Visiting Shanxi Village")

This is a scene in motion. It describes the realm where the road is doubtful but actually exists, and the scenery seems to be gone but then comes back. It contains the philosophy of life, and is later extended to the situation when people encounter it. There is much hope in times of difficulty.

The movement of the sun and the moon can appear within it; the brilliant stars can appear within it. ("Viewing the Sea")

These lines of poetry create a grand artistic conception and express the author's broad mind as he swallows the sun and the moon.

Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. ("Under the Cibeigu Mountain")

"Sun" and "Spring", as symbols of new and beautiful things, are emphasized by mentioning the position of the subject, and the words "生" and "入" are used to make them They are personified and endowed with human will and emotions. The wonderful thing is that the author has no intention of reasoning, but there is a kind of natural rationality in the description of the scenery and seasons, giving people optimism and upward power.

When you reach the top, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance. ("Wang Yue")

It describes the poet's ambition and spirit of not being afraid of difficulties, daring to climb to the top, and overlooking everything, and has a certain philosophy of life.

The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. ("Moon over the Xijiang River")

In the fragrance of rice flowers, it is not people who talk about a good harvest, but the sound of frogs. This kind of sideways writing that highlights the poet's intoxication in the joy of the harvest is extremely moving.

There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors in the world. ("Farewell to Du Shaofu for appointment in Shuzhou")

This is to comfort friends not to be sad about parting, but to be open-minded and treat it calmly. The language of these two poems is vivid and concise, full of affection and philosophy. It washes away the sad sentiment of previous farewell poems and replaces them with open-minded and optimistic feelings, giving people great encouragement and comfort.

Where is Rimu Xiangguan? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad. ("Yellow Crane Tower")

The feeling of "nostalgia" blends with the scenes of "sunset" and "smoke waves", making the poetry return to the vague state at the beginning.

Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. ("Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou")

The scene is magnificent, changing the sad and low mood in front of it, into a generous and high-spirited spirit. These two sentences also use the changes in natural scenery to imply the development of society and contain philosophy.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan

"Leiran" describes the author's tranquil, leisurely and undemanding mood in life. "See" shows that the poet did not see the mountain intentionally, but the image of the mountain came into view unintentionally while picking chrysanthemums. It seems that my heart has already become one with the mountain. Reaching this state is the happy ending of freedom and peace of mind.

Squandering flowers are gradually becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horseshoes.

"Gradual desire" is gradually coming to an end; "talent" is just enough. They all show that things are developing and changing.

Appreciate the phrase "the sun and the moon are moving out of it; the stars are shining brightly, as if they are out of it" in "Guan Cang Hai"?

This is the climax of the whole poem. The author uses rich and unique imagination to boldly exaggerate the sea scenery in front of him and his own ambitions, creating a grand artistic conception.

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