1. What are the poems about praising butterflies?
1. Beyond the dust of cicadas, butterflies dream of water and clouds. ——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Pan Xiangjiang" Song Zhang Xiaoxiang
Translation: High-minded and leisurely, like an autumn cicada shedding its shell in the mud, floating outside the dust, and like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of turning into a butterfly, Flying gracefully in the land of light water and leisurely clouds.
2. After the light rain, the thin wings are greasy and smoky. Only then did I accompany You Feng to the small courtyard, and then followed Fei Xu across the east wall. Growing up is busy with flowers. ——"Wang Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterfly" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Translation: After a light rain, the butterfly's pink wings, which are wet and greasy, shimmer in the setting sun. It just flew into the small courtyard with the bees, and crossed the east wall with the catkins, often rushing for flowers.
3. Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Seven Quatrains on Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers (Part 6)"
Translation: The lush flowers of Huang Si's natal family covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent their branches low to the ground. The colorful butterflies are always flying among the fragrant flowers, and the soft and free oriole is singing happily.
4. The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty, "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
Translation: There are few fences, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the trees are falling one after another, and the new leaves have not yet formed shade. The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
5. The bomb broke Zhuang Zhou’s dream, riding the east wind with two wings, and plucked three hundred famous gardens and emptied them all. Who knows how to be romantic and frighten the bees seeking beauty? Flying gently, it fanned the flower seller across the bridge. ——"Drunken Heaven·Ode to the Big Butterfly" by Wang Heqing of the Yuan Dynasty
Translation: Breaking through Zhuang Zhou's dream and coming to reality, his huge wings are riding the mighty east wind. It collected all the nectar in three hundred famous gardens. Who knew it was a naturally romantic species and scared away the bees collecting nectar. The wings flapped gently, sending the flower sellers across the bridge to the east. 2. What are the poems about butterflies?
I will find some poems for you. I won’t post the words:
Butterfly Flying
Tang Li He
< p> Poplar flowers flutter against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen gleams with drunken eyes.The butterfly flies from home to home, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
Jade Butterfly
Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is sad and sad, and the travelers have not returned.
The grass outside the Great Wall declines first, and the geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows.
Falling down makes people sad, but who knows about heartbreak.
Two Butterfly Songs
Tang Xu Wei
The ethereal caterpillar sheds its shell slightly, unable to withstand the heavy smoke and falling rain.
A branch of beautiful flowers is here to study and live, and a few spring breezes are blowing by.
To prevent danger, every time you worry about the mouth of a chicken or bird, the fragrance of pity lingers around the Qiluo clothes.
Ruthless people can’t understand Guanhun’s dream. Don’t believe Zhuang Zhou’s right and wrong.
The sun shines through the green and the red, and the spring light stays in my heart all my life.
What I dislike the most is the goddess coming to make the rain fall. I love accompanying Xi Shi to pick incense.
When the wind is steady, pistil powder should only be collected, and when the night is cold, it is the place to stay in the flower house.
The nature of the singing cicada is very broad, and it is empty to explain the noisy sunset of Sanqiu.
Three Butterfly Songs
Tang Xuyu
It is not difficult for a moth to fly in a cocoon, it will definitely pass by where the flowers are fragrant.
The sky breeze carries the light away, but the spider laughs at its weaving.
Ranran both brushed the painting railing, and the beautiful woman stole a glance at it again and again.
Don’t be fooled into flying short and flying long, it will be difficult to fly among the flowers.
There is no reason why Xuxu can reach him. There are so many desolate paths in the wild park.
If you don’t listen to silk and bamboo, who will teach you dance? You should rely on the wandering orioles to sing.
Cold bees pick chrysanthemums
Tang Gengmao
Swimming under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemums. Bringing sound to the pistil, even the shadow is in the fragrance.
Go and live in the residual fog, with the wind blowing up and down. I feel ashamed that I am a strange butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul.
Jinse
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.
Inscribed on hibiscus flowers
Tang Rongyu
Use your own money to buy hibiscus plants, and the flowers will bloom only after two years.
The bright red beauty is not allowed to see, but the butterflies arrive early.
Spring Day
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I felt that the scenery in the east was getting late, and the wild plum mountains and apricots were dark and fragrant.
The broken horn is blowing on the Luoxing Tower, and the sunset is hanging in the Yanyue camp.
The dreams of travel are scattered with the butterflies, and the departed souls gradually fly away like cuckoos.
The world of mortals blocks the streets of Chang'an, and the king of fragrant grass does not return at dusk.
Seeing Rain in the Boat
Tang Dai Shulun
Hearing the rain for the first time tonight, Du Ruoqing from Jiangnan. No matter how reckless fame is, brothers will always wither.
The dream is far away from the sorrow of butterflies, and the love is deeply ashamed of the wagtail. He cares about his loneliness all day long, and his life experience is still in Ping.
Jiangxing
Tang Yu Xuanji
The river hugs Wuchang diagonally, and thousands of households live in front of Parrot Island.
Painted Ge Ge sleeps in spring before the morning is over, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
The fireworks have entered Cormorant Harbor, and the painted boat is still along Parrot Island.
I can't even wake up when I'm drunk. I'm shocked at the head of the Han River today.
Inscribed on the tomb of Zhenniang
Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The Buddha was buried in Luoyi, and this is where the lonely soul returned. Dance for the dream of a butterfly, sing for the shrike to fly.
The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the blue moth is shining at night with the moonlight. Once the sad flowers fall, there will be no regrets for the spring glory.
Peonies
Tang Pei said
Countless peonies are enough to captivate the city, but the peaches and plums are still there.
It’s not like seeing someone in poverty, it’s not like being born in the earth.
This thing is undoubtedly priceless and uniquely famous in spring.
The traveling bees and butterflies come and go passionately.
Begonia
Zhenggu of the Tang Dynasty
The spring breeze is intended to even out the colors, making it popular for carrying glasses and composing poems.
The most beautiful thing is the rain, the beauty is all about blooming.
Don’t worry about wearing pink and white flowers by the window, and Liang Guang being too late to click on his paintings.
I can't see enough of him when he is drunk in the morning and sings in the evening. I envy him that the butterfly lives on the deep branch.
Chasing and Liu Yun
Li He of Tang Dynasty
There is white apple grass in Tingzhou, and Liu Yun returns on horseback.
The hawthorn trees at the head of the river are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the shore.
The wine glass is full of dew, and the jade is full of tung trees.
The Zhulou is connected to the water, and the sand is warm with a pair of fish.
Sending Dou Bingcao off
Tang Li Duan
The pear blossoms are blooming in the garden, and the wandering girls are wearing Luo Yi. If you hear the resentment between lovers, you should run away and return home.
The sun warms up late in Yuqiao, and the orioles are rare in Guandu early in the day. Don’t miss the good time and watch the butterflies fly. 3. Ancient poems about butterflies
Famous lines from ancient poems about butterflies
Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard, and the pistils are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come by. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. ——Tang Dynasty. Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums"
The fence is sparsely one path deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
Thousands of butterflies in the blurred butterfly tree, their tails are like tassels and the green sky is shining. Who would believe it without seeing the Butterfly Spring, where the shadows and flags cover the butterflies solemnly. —— "Shangguan Butterfly Spring" by Shachen of the Qing Dynasty
"Eight Miscellaneous Poems"
(Jin) Zhang Xie
Reporting on his duties, he went to the border town and restrained the army. Travel room.
When I got off the bus, it was like yesterday. I felt comfortable for four or five yuan.
May I ask when? Butterflies fly to South Garden.
The flowing waves are nostalgic for the old Pu, and the clouds are longing for the old mountains.
Fujian Yue Yiwen, Hu Ma is willing to save Yan.
It is natural that the local customs and customs are peaceful.
"The Resentment of the Lord Bo Jizhe"
(Southern Dynasties) Xie Tiao
There are countless butterflies in the flowers, and the wind curtains enter the two swallows.
"Poem of Spring"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
The dust lingers on the wanderer's face, and the butterfly touches the beauty's hairpin.
"Two Ancient Poems" (Part 2)
(Southern Dynasty) Emperor Wu of Liang
Two flying butterflies, low and low. 4. What are the poems that describe beautiful butterflies?
1. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
2. He Zhu
The cold fragrance of magnolia floats in the air, making you dream of butterflies wherever you look. The morning sun shines brightly in the eyes, and the sorrow gradually melts away as the condensation becomes warm. Drums urge songs to be delivered, and who can enjoy the wine? To the east of the lonely wall, the door is hidden and the courtyard is full of wind at dusk.
3. Walking alone by the river looking for flowers by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
4. Inscription on Chrysanthemums by Huang Chao of the Tang Dynasty
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
5. Yang Wanli, Xugongdian, Suxin City
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
6. Qing Ping Le, Song Dynasty, Zhao Yanduan
Peach roots and peach leaves, a tree connected with each other. Spring arrives in March and February in the south of the Yangtze River, and the host's butterflies are lost. Diligently step on the green sun, and the flowers stand low before the wind. I share the same gardenia with you, and repay you with a hundred knots of lilacs.
7. Poppy Song Dynasty Zhao Yanduan
Where the cicadas stand tall and the willows rise in the setting sun, there is a thin stream of rain in the pond and pavilion. The green sandalwood silk scrolls are scarlet, and the apricot flowers, butterflies and small screens are curved. Autumn waves roll over the spring mountains slowly, picking up the remaining needles and threads. She becomes a coquettish and sleepy person who leans on Tanlang again. When she has nothing to do, she throws lotus seeds and beats mandarin ducks.
8. Jade Butterfly, Lu You, Song Dynasty
Wherever the tired guest travels in his life, he falls into Beijing and Luo and finds his way to Xiaoxiang. On this night and in what year, I will write about Song Yu and Gaotang. The embroidered curtain opens, the fragrance suddenly rises, the lotus steps are steady, and the silver candles branch out. Dark side. Swallows are shy and orioles are jealous, butterflies are buzzing around and bees are busy. memorable. Fangzun frequently persuades, the steep cold has retreated, and the jade leakage is still long. A little bit of tranquility, just worried about the moon invading the corridor after singing. When he was about to return, Sikong asked with a smile. When he got closer, the prime minister was furious. Heartbroken. If you give me a false excuse, why not mount your horse?
9. Reduced word magnolia, Song Dynasty Zhang Xiaoxiang
The flail flower and the willow tree know that Dongjun has been paying attention to it for a long time. Sad green and sad red, haggard because of the night wind. The frivolous butterfly wants to support but is timid. If you want to avoid Li Phi, who else will you sue if you don't sue Dongjun?
10. Li He
The hawthorn trees at the head of the river are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the shore. The wine glass is full of dew, and the jade is full of tung trees. The Zhulou is connected to the water, and the sand is warm with a pair of fish. 5. Poems about butterflies
1. "Two Poems on the Changqianxing" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpts from the original text:
The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind. .
In August, butterflies come and fly on the grass in the west garden.
Definition:
The green moss is too thick and difficult to clean, the leaves fall, and autumn comes early. In August, yellow butterflies danced on the grass in the West Garden.
2. "Rain and Clear" by Wang Jia of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
Before the rain, the stamens of the flowers were first seen, and after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.
Butterflies fly over the wall, but they suspect that spring is in the next door.
Definition:
Before the rain, the stamens can be seen when the flowers first bloom, but after the rain, the flowers are no longer visible among the green leaves. Bees and butterflies flew to the other side of the wall, and they still suspected that the spring scenery was in the neighbor's yard.
3. "Two Poems on Qujiang" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpts from the original text:
The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water.
Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing, so don’t go against each other for the time being.
Interpretation:
But I saw butterflies shuttling back and forth in the depths of the flowers, and dragonflies flying across the water, tapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang, let me stay with Chunguang. Although we are temporarily complimentary, don't break it!
4. "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" by Huang Chao of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Definition:
The rustling autumn wind is coming, and the chrysanthemums in the garden are swaying. The fragrance of the stamens is full of chillness, making it difficult for butterflies and bees to come. One day, I will be the God of Spring, and I will arrange for chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom in spring.
5. "The Qingming Festival" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
The Qingming Festival is heavy in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an empty hall, reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.
Interpretation:
It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green. Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting. 6. Classic poems praising butterflies
The most famous one is undoubtedly this one:
"Jin Se"
Li Shangyin
Jin Fifty strings of the harp are played for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
Butterfly Qi Ji (Tang Dynasty)
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
"Spring Evening Journey" by Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty)
The water flows and the flowers wither, sending the east wind through Chucheng.
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branches watch the third night of the moon. 7. What are the poems about butterflies?
1 Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Untitled Part 1" The stars and the wind last night, To the west of the painting building and to the east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are provided with spring wine to warm them, and separate seats are covered with candles and covered with red lamps.
I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's call, walking around Malantai and turning around. 2. The hedges are sparse, the paths are deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found. 3 The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying on the water. They spread the word that the scenery is constantly changing, and they should not be incompatible with each other for the time being.
4 "Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin The sun is slanting by the Qingling Terrace, and the eternal soul is beautiful and colorful. Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly, flying leisurely to other flowers. 5 "Lonely Walking by the River Looking for Flowers" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The butterflies dance all the time, while the orioles sing at ease.
6 Li He of the Tang Dynasty Yang flowers fluttered against the tents, the spring clouds were hot, and the tortoise-shell screen made drunken eyes gleam. Butterflies from the east fly to the west, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Title 7: Zhenniang’s Tomb by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty The Buddha was buried in Luoyi, and this is where her lonely soul returned. Dance for the dream of a butterfly, sing for the shrike to fly.
The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the blue moth is shining at night with the moonlight. Once the sad flowers fall, there will be no regrets for the spring glory.
8 "Jiang Xing" (Tang Dynasty) Yu Xuanji The river hugs Wuchang diagonally, and there are thousands of households in front of Parrot Island. The painting boat has not yet finished its spring sleep, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers. 8. Are there any poems about butterflies?
Butterfly Flying Tang and Five Dynasties - Li He
The poplar flowers flutter against the tents and the spring clouds are hot,
The tortoise-shell screen is full of drunken eyes.
Butterflies fly from east to west,
The boy riding a white horse returns today.
Ridicule
Butterfly, butterfly,
Flying on the golden branches and jade leaves.
The spring breeze dances in front of you,
The peach blossom trees are red.
Mangroves, mangroves,
The birds sing at dusk.
Source:
Chinese Poetry - Tang and Five Dynasties - Wang Jian
Pujiang Lu Zu Gaoshen's poem "Miaoshan Road" says: "Pink and yellow butterflies circle the sparse fence , people hang wine flags on the mountainside. The drizzle is tender and cold, and the sleeves of the clothes are thin. When the guests know it is a chrysanthemum
I am as sad as a widower who knows that the night will last, and as lazy as a butterfly is busy for spring
I went to visit Shanjia alone for a rest. The huts were separated by pine leaves. The owner heard the words and didn't open the door. Yellow butterflies flew around the fence. ——"Xunshanjia" written by Huang Jicun. The poem goes: "The cuckoo's mouth is cold when it sings in the moon, and the butterfly's dream soul is fragrant
Butterfly
The first butterfly in spring
Orange and purple
Flying briskly across my path
A flying flower
Changing my days
Color
Source :
Appendix-Selected Readings from Foreign Literature-Selected World Famous Poems-Canada-Michael Bullock 9. Ancient Poems about Butterflies
Where does the butterfly Tang Qiji carry the red color on his back, and the fragrance reaches the threshold? Heavy.
Flying separately, they still come out alone, and they occasionally meet in groups. Far away harm will always be avoided by sparrows, but by scrambling to be the first to avoid bees.
The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow. The heart of Cui Chuan Dan is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick.
It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers. The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering.
In the old pool hall of West Wind, I still have to pick hibiscus. Cold bees pick chrysanthemum pistils by Tang Gengmao. They swim under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemum bushes.
Bringing sound to the core, even the shadow is in the fragrance. Go and live in the remaining fog, and follow the wind up and down.
I feel ashamed that I am a different butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul. Inscribed on the hibiscus flower, Tang Rongyu used his own money to buy hibiscus plants, and the flowers would bloom only after two years.
The bright red beauty is not yet seen, but the butterflies arrive early. On a spring day in Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty, I suddenly felt that the scenery in the east was getting late, and the wild plum mountains and apricots were dark and fragrant.
The broken horn is blowing on the Luoxing Tower, and the sunset is hanging in the Yanyue camp. The dreams of travel are scattered with the butterflies, and the departed soul gradually flies away with the cuckoo.
The world of mortals blocks the streets of Chang'an, and the king of fragrant grass does not return at dusk. Seeing Rain in the Boat by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty Tonight I heard the rain for the first time, Du Ruoqing from Jiangnan.
No matter how reckless fame is, brothers will always wither. The dream is far away and I am worried about butterflies, and I am deeply ashamed of the wagtail.
I care about the orphan all day long, and my life experience is still high. Jiang Xing Tang Yu Xuanji The river hugs Wuchang and is sloping, and there are thousands of households in front of Parrot Island.
The painted boat has not yet finished its spring sleep, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers. Fireworks have entered Cormorant Harbor, and the painted boats are still along Parrot Island.
I can't even wake up when I'm drunk. I'm shocked at the head of the Han River today. Inscribed on Zhenniang's Tomb by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. The Buddha was buried in Luoyi, and the lonely soul returned here.
Dancing as a butterfly dream, singing thanks to the shrike flying. The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the green moth is under the moonlight at night.
When the flowers fall in sadness, there will be no regrets in the spring. Peony, Tang Dynasty Pei said: "Several peonies are enough to captivate the city, and the peaches and plums are in full bloom."
It’s not like seeing someone in poverty, it’s not like being born in the earth. This thing is undoubtedly priceless and uniquely famous in spring.
The wandering bees and butterflies come and go passionately. Begonia by Zhenggu of the Tang Dynasty The spring breeze is intended to even out the colors, and is popular for carrying glasses and composing poems.
The most beautiful thing is the rain, the beauty is all about blooming. Don’t worry about pink and white being lazy by the window, and Liang Guang being slow to click on his paintings.
I can’t see enough of him when he is drunk in the morning and sings in the evening, and I envy him that the butterfly lives on the deep branches. Chasing He Liu Yun Tang Li He Tingzhou Bai Pingcao, Liu Yun returned on horseback.
The hawthorn trees at the head of the river are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the shore. The wine glass is full of dew, and the jade is full of tung trees.
The Zhulou is connected to the water, and the sand is warm with a pair of fish. Send Dou Bing Cao by Li Duan of Tang Dynasty. The pear blossoms are blooming in the garden, and the wandering girls are wearing Luo Yi.
If you hear the resentment between lovers, you should go home. The sun warms up late in Yuqiao, and there are few orioles in Guandu early in the morning.
Don’t miss the good time and watch the butterflies fly. Nanxiangzi Su Shi The traces of frost and precipitation have collected, and the pale green scales reveal the distant continents.
The wine is gradually fading, the wind is soft and whistling, the hat is broken but the head is in love. If the festival is a reward, it will be the end of autumn.
Everything is just a dream in the end, just rest, the flowers and butterflies will be sad tomorrow. Nan Gezi Su Shi Bring wine to wash away the mountain rain, and sleep in plain clothes at night.
I don’t know that the bells and drums announce the dawn. In the dream, butterflies appeared, and I felt light.
As I grow old, all my talents have been exhausted, and my plan to return has not yet come true. Asking for fields and asking for help, laughing at heroes.
I love walking on the sandy road by the lake without mud. The traces of frost and precipitation have faded, and the pale blue scales reveal distant continents.
The wine is gradually fading, the wind is soft and whistling, the hat is broken but the head is in love. If the festival is a reward, it will be the end of the autumn.
Everything is just a dream in the end, just rest, the flowers and butterflies will be sad tomorrow.