Change the phrase "birds flying" into a personification sentence, and write a sentence using the rhetorical technique of comparing birds to adults
The naughty bird sings happily and flies freely in the sky
Birds soar freely in the sky, seeming to take in all the beautiful scenery.
Birds playing in the sky
Birds spread their wings, sing happily in the sky, and play to their heart's content.
The cute birds danced their graceful wings and flew around in the sky, waiting infatuatedly for the answer to their dreams.
Birds show off their dance in the air
Birds spread their wings proudly and bravely fly into the beautiful sky!
Birds fly happily.
The birds spread their wings and flew happily in the sky.
The little bird sang songs and couldn't help but dance in the sky
The shy little bird set out from the nest and flew lightly in the air.
Birds fly happily in the sky
Birds play freely in the sky
Birds patrol the earth in the sky
Descriptive reading: Famous sentences describing birds
The setting sun in the isolated village, the light smoke of jackdaws in the old trees, and the shadow of a flying bird. ——Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"
Haiyan's age is small, and spring will come temporarily. ——Zhang Jiuling's "Poetry of Returning to Yan"
The wind is strong and the wild geese are flying high, while the boundless falling trees rustle. ——Nalan Xingde's "The God of the River: Wild Geese Flying High in the Wind"
The feathers cover the golden cage, and the mouthpiece is clearly like a king. ——Seng Dingzhu's "Ode to the Parrot"
Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles. ——Li He's "Li Ping Kong Hou Yin"
The geese lead the sorrow away, and the mountains carry the beautiful moon. ——Li Bai's "Ascend the Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve"
The crows passed by, the city turned deserted due to fighting, and the place where I came to test the lights was nowhere to be found. ——Liu Chenweng's "Lanling King·Bingzi Sends Spring"
Butterflies do not convey dreams of thousands of miles, but Zigui calls for breaking the third watch of the moon. ——Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong·Ignition Cherry"
How does the flutter look like a sand gull in the sky and the earth. ——Du Fu's "Walking at Night"
Idlely crushing phoenix balls to eliminate short dreams, quietly watching the swallows build their new nests. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Huanxi Sha·When the water rises and the fish skies, they photograph the willow bridge"
A bird lives in a tree by the pond, and a monk knocks on the door under the moon. ——Jia Dao's "The Seclusion of Li Ning"
The pigeons were fighting and playing in the sky, falling down like snowballs, and shooting up like arrows.
Looking at the clouds, I feel ashamed to be a tall bird, and facing the water, I feel ashamed to swim in the fish. ——Tao Yuanming's "A Zuo, a Sutra for Zhenjun and Joining the Army"
Jiang was feeling sad at night, and heard partridges deep in the mountains. ——Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man·Book on the Ostomy Wall of Jiangxi"
The frightened birds are boundless, and the cold crickets are chirping next to me. ——Ma Dai's "Three Nostalgic Poems on the Chu River"
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are full of mandarin fish. ——Zhang Zhihe, "Yu Ge Zi·Flying Egrets in Front of Xisai Mountain"
A group of crows flew out of the flaxen green forest, swirling up and down, and the milky white mist was broken into pieces. , like shards of glass.
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the dew turns to frost, and the swallows say goodbye and return to the south to soar. ——Cao Pi's "One of Two Songs of Yan"
The valley bird sings in the sunny day, and the river ape whistles in the evening wind. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the Song Dynasty in Jiangxia"
The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night"
A heron flies in the clear field, and the water rhizome blooms in the autumn river. ——Huangfu Song's "Heavenly Fairy·The flowers bloom red and shine on the water"
The lanterns are lit in the high hall, the wine is clear, and the night bell sounds like the waning moon and the wild geese returning. ——Gao Shi's "Farewell to Wei Sishi at Night"
The geese were so excited that they sang loudly and hummed all the way, just like children, scrambling to fall into their mother's arms.
The blue birds on the river are more than white, and the blue flowers on the mountains are about to burn.
——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"
Oh, why is this bird in the tree so happy! Look! What is it doing? oh! It turns out that this oriole laid several round eggs! It jumped up and down with joy, flying to this tree and then to that tree. Soon, dusk fell, but the oriole was still working tirelessly to protect its "precious eggs"... and screamed happily "Cuckoo".
After I played for a while, I heard the chirping of birds one after another. I followed the chirping of birds and found a big tree with several birds happily in the tree. sing.
Wherever the magpie flew from the forest, trampling on the pine tops in the light snow. ——Xin Qiji's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom: Drinking in a Changting Pavilion"
It's sad to see wild geese flying. ——Gao Shi's "Two Poems on Climbing Baizhang Peak"
One spring, when there is no news about the fish and geese, you will see two swallows fighting with mud in their mouths. ——Guan Hanqing's "Dade Song·Spring"
Watching the army fly away, my thoughts drift away with the flowing water. ——Sun Guangxian's "Huanxisha·The wind on the Polygonum bank is full of orange and pomelo fragrance"
When I cry, I frighten my concubine in her dream, and she cannot get to western Liaoning. ——Jin Changxu's "Spring Revenge/Izhou Song"
The owl wears a brown sweater, which is soft and relaxed. It makes no sound when flying at night. No wonder people call it a "silent plane" flying at night.
When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival. ——Yan Shu's "Spring Scene"
The sleeping posture of the hibiscus bird is very beautiful. It stood with one foot curled up, as independent as a golden rooster, with its eyes closed tightly.
The birds chirped, as if praising the little wildflowers with their songs, and the unknown grasses also benefited from the flowers!
Next to the square, there are many big trees with many colorful birds. The thrushes chirp happily, which is very clear; while the larks chirp like singers. The sound is melodious; there are also many unknown birds. Some of them fly around on the branches, and some fly boldly to the heads of tourists, making various calls, like a joyful song. The sonata made visitors reluctant to leave for a long time.
I hear the return home at night and feel homesick, and I feel the beauty of things in the new year when I am sick. ——Ouyang Xiu's "An Answer to Yuan Zhen"
On the oasis, a group of children looked up at the sky, hoping that a chinchilla would fly by singing a short and melodious song. They hope to get a precious message of spring.
When you fight the yellow orioles, don’t teach them to sing on the branches. ——Jin Changxu's "Spring Revenge/Yizhou Song"
Shrikes fly in the east and swallows fly in the west. We meet when Huang Gu is the weaver girl. ——Xiao Yan's "Song of the Eastern Flying Shrike"
Many households lose green feathers, and the family grows yellow sweetness by itself. ——Han Yu "Sending Dr. Yan of Guizhou to share the word Nan"
Listen, the loud and harmonious music of "gurgle", "gurgle", "squeak chirp" and "chirp chirp chirp" fills the community and ripples Drive away.
The sun is getting brighter and the birds are singing more cheerfully and beautifully. Listen carefully, and you can hear the faint sound of birds coming from far away. In this way, the bird calls have layers. The ones in front of you are like singing the main melody, bright and crisp, while the ones in the distance are like accompaniment, light and graceful, far and near. The chirping of birds brings joy and freshness to this morning.
There are endless geese in Dongting all night long, and they all fly north before dawn. ——Li Yi "Listening to the Flute on a Spring Night"
In the early morning, I came to the park for a walk and saw someone singing on a branch. Its feathers were so dazzling, and its small and exquisite eyes were so beautiful. It's so lovely, listen, its beautiful songs touch people's hearts.
The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves. ——Du Fu's "The Prime Minister of Shu"
This eagle was hovering on the mountainside. Suddenly it flapped its wings and flew over the highest mountain top. Its brown wings almost touched the fluttering flowers on the mountain top. White clouds.
The jade steps stand in the air, and the birds return home in a hurry. ——Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Barbarian: The plain forest is full of smoke like weaving in the desert"
Birds fly to the eaves, and clouds come out of the window.
——Wu Jun's "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains"
The thrush is covered in brown feathers, with a white circle outside its eyes. It is as beautiful as if it was painted with skillful hands.
The sparrow's small tail is exposed, and its three brown-spotted feathers are like petals. Although the color is not bright, it looks very nice.
A few small brown birds fluttered occasionally in the hedge, looking like single dead leaves that had been forgotten to fall.
Seagulls swooped down from the clouds like lightning. The moment they approached the water, they suddenly fell down as light as feathers.
Birds fly far and near to Pingwu, and people follow the flowing water from east to west. ——Liu Changqing's "Resentment of the Exalted Immortal: The Sunset is Low on Qingchuan River"
No one is lying on the cow's back at sunset, bringing the jackdaws home in twos and twos. ——Zhang Shunmin, "Village Dwelling·Water Surrounds Pitian, Bamboo Fence"
Listening to the birds singing in the sunshine brings life to the rivers, to the mountains, to the earth, and to the blue sky. Listening to the birds singing in the sunshine, forgetting the sadness, the anguish, the fatigue, and the annual rings. The rain outside the window has long since stopped. Amidst the singing of the birds, the camphor trees stand together in a landscape, with lush branches, lush leaves, beautiful and fresh.
I just realized that listening to the golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Thrush"
The crows roost in the flowing water and spot the autumn light, and love the few lines of these sparse trees. ——Ji Yinghuai's "Ode to Autumn Willows"
The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like dreaming birds singing in the sky. ——Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"
The flowers are hidden behind the wall at dusk, and the birds are chirping. ——Du Fu's "Spring Stay in Zuo Province"
After a while, the crow of the thrush came from all the cages. Some are leisurely, like a gurgling stream; some are high, like a guzheng playing; some are Schumann, like a cave flute under the moon, whimpering; some are rough, like the sound of wooden leaves. A kind of pure and original music that makes people feel selfless.
The birds were chirping on the trees, like little singers singing in chorus.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. ——Tao Yuanming, "Drinking Part 5"
Walking deep into the creek, there are hundreds of orioles. ——Qin Guan's "Good things are coming soon, written in a dream"
The white bird and the red lotus lead to the painting's radius, and the red bridge is seen in the shadow of the weeping poplar. The desire to find the past has disappeared. ——Wang Shizhen, "Huanxisha·Red Bridge"
"Chirping", "Chirping" At five or six o'clock every morning, the birds will hold a "concert" on time.
The bird in the sky is like a helpless fallen leaf, a bunch of vague flying catkins, flying alone.
The loud and harmonious music of "cuckoo", "squeak, chirp" and "chirp, chirp, chirp" filled the community and rippled away.
I saw a pair of kingfishers nesting in a three-bead tree. ——Zhang Jiuling's "Twelve Poems on Encounters"
The chirping of the birds on the tree is as sweet as the sound of dad playing the violin.
The swallows are busy and the orioles are lazy and fragrant, and the willow flowers are falling on the embankment. ——Zhang Kai's "The Song of the Water Dragon: The Swallows Are Busy and the Orioles Are Lazy and Fragrant"
Before he was ashamed, the two swallows returned and the curtain was half rolled up. ——Zhang Yan's "Jie Lian Lian·Lone Goose"
In the early morning, the sun has not yet jumped out of the clouds, but it has already sent bursts of warmth; in the early morning, the wind has not touched the cheeks, but has already sent happy words; In the early morning, although the birds have not started to play, they have already brought the sound of a beautiful day.
Several clumps of sand and grass dispersed, and a flock of gulls scattered, and a heron flew across the vast river fields. ——Wen Tingyun's "Lizhou Crossing to the South"
Pinggao flies under the wild geese, and Quzhu pairs of ducks come out. ——Cui Yuanhan, "Fenghe Shengzhi Chongyang Festival at Bailiao Qujiang Banquet"
Today, as soon as I got up, I heard the sound of chirping. I opened the window and took a look, ah! It turned out to be birds singing in the trees. Chirping and singing, I think the birds are singing to welcome the new day.
Listen! It sang a sweet song, which started out sentimental and melancholy. Suddenly, the sad and dim singing turned into a cheerful tune, pouring out like tinkling spring water... extremely smooth.
Indeed, the oriole's song makes people feel lingering, because it is so happy!
Many birds also participated in this symphony concert. The calls of various birds were as clear and clear as the sound of water, which was better than the sound of nature. You will never tire of listening to it.
The falcon flapped its big wings and caught up with the hare like an arrow. It stared at the hare and suddenly, it dropped it like a stone.
The sweet air urges the yellow bird, and the clear light turns to the green apple. ——Du Shenyan's "Early Spring Tour with Jinling Lu Cheng"
The black hawk soared in the sky with its broad wings spread out, just like a small plane.
Last year the swallows were at the end of the world, who will be the swallows this year? ——Zhang Yan's "Qing Ping Le·Cai Fang Ren Yao"
Two little magpies stood on the branches, chirping one after another. Their black and white feathers shine brightly under the sunlight, which is really beautiful.
The sun sets in the west, the wild geese fly south, and the Wei River flows eastward. ——Kang Yu's "Revelation of Heartfelt Ling·Chang'an Nostalgic for the Past"
The sound of rain brings early cold, and it is difficult for wild geese to fly high with wet wings. ——Du Fu's "Three Sighs on Autumn Rain"
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Picture No. 1"
The woodpecker's beak is straight and hard, like a chisel. The woodpecker nimbly stretched out its claws to grab the tree trunk and propped itself up with its tail feathers, as if sitting on a small chair.
The magpie’s feathers are black and white, with purple gleaming in the black. Trailing behind it is a tail that is wide in the middle and pointed at the end. It often moves up and down when perched on a branch.
The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost is desolate and the wind is blowing into the clothes. ——Li Qi's "Qin Song"
Jiao'e sleeps late at night in a slanted bun, and the pear blossoms are still and birds perch on the branches. ——Tang Yin's "Beauty to the Moon"
A bit of beacon spreads the news, and two rows of wild geese lead Du Lingqiu. ——Lu You, "Climbing the North Tower of the City in the Autumn Evening"
The thin grass in the plain hills chirps yellow calves, and the setting sun spots the dusk crows in the cold forest. ——Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky: Soft Mulberries Broken Young Buds on the Mosque"
The oriole language can be heard in the willow shoots, and this is the first sound of spring. ——Yang Zai's "Arrival in the Capital"
I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red scallions in the water are fragrant. ——Su Shi's "Partridge Sky, Forest Broken Mountain, Bright Bamboo Hidden Wall"
Zigui is still crying for blood in the middle of the night, and he doesn't believe that the east wind can't call him back. ——Wang Ling's "Sending Spring"
The moon is falling on the bed, and the crickets are sick, and the geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away. ——Cao Xueqin's "Remnant Chrysanthemum"
The wind blows and the orchids fold, and the sun goes down and the birds make noisy noise. ——Li Bai's "Two Poems of Sending Pei Shiba Tu Nan to Songshan"
I live in Beihai and Junnanhai, and I can't thank you for sending a letter sent by wild geese. ——Huang Tingjian's "Send Huang Jifu"
The petrels screamed and flew past, like dark black lightning, shooting through the clouds like arrows, blowing up the foam of the waves with their wings.
Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"
Listen, the crisp bird calls are back! What didn’t come back was the sound of gunfire and logging, what came back was the fruits of the gardeners’ hard work, and what came back was everyone’s protection of the birds! Because they have a place to perch and everyone’s protection, the birds sing more happily!
The birds were chirping on the trees, as if they were singing a beautiful song.
Swallows carry the spring scenery away in their mouths, and there are a few yellow plum rains on the screen windows. ——Sima Chu, "The Golden Thread: I Lived on the Qiantang River"
The woodpecker has a round head, a long beak, a tail like a brush, and is also wearing colorful clothes.
Whenever I hear the clear and melodious chirping of birds, and see the handsome and cute bird flying cleverly into the sky, I can't help but think of that poor gray bird, and feel a sense of regret. Love arises spontaneously.
The green shade has not diminished in time, and the four or five oriole calls have been added. ——Zeng Ji's "Sanqu Daozhong"
The woods are also lively, and the birds are chirping happily, like a clever musician, spinning like a top, flying high in the morning glow.
In February, the lake water is clear, and every spring bird sings.
——Meng Haoran's "Looking for the Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring"
The whining current pulls away the algae, and gathers the remaining frost with it. ——Shen Yue's "Ode to the Wild Geese in the Lake"
The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart. ——Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind the Poshan Temple"
Looking at the vast hectares of Dujiang River, there are thousands of dendrobiums of separation and sadness, and there is no place where Zhenghong falls. ——Yang Yanzheng's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Wine to the Slanting Sun"
Birds nostalgic for the old forest, fish in the pond long for the old abyss. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"
I went to the south of the Yangtze River in a boat, traveling in the solitary clouds with wild geese. ——Zhu Dunru, "Picking Mulberries·Penglangji"
Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao sends the wild geese off. ——Liu Yuxi's "The Autumn Wind"
The wild crows have no thoughts and make noisy noises. ——Du Fu's "Lone Wild Goose/Later Flying Wild Goose"
Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. ——Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"
When the swan geese come, there is endless thought. ——Yan Shu "Complaining of Heartfelt Love·Hibiscus, Golden Chrysanthemum and Fragrant Fragrance"
Slowly, the crisp and sweet bird calls gradually became quieter, and the birds flew home.