1. "Walking Alone by the Riverside in Search of Flowers - Its Sixth"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The flowers of Huang Si-niang's house are all over the grove, and a thousand of them are pressing down on the branches.
The butterflies are always dancing, and the warblers are always crying.
Translation: The path around Huang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers have pressed down the branches. Butterflies hovered and fluttered fondly among the flowers, and free little yellow warblers sang constantly among the flowers.
2, "Staying at Xu Gong Dian in Xin Shi"
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The hedgerows are sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet fallen into the shade.
The children are chasing after the yellow butterflies, and there is no place to find them in the cauliflowers.
Translation: The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the trees have fallen, but not yet formed a shade. The little child ran quickly after the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower bushes and could not be found any more.
3. "Jinse"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column thinking of Chinese years.
Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng is obsessed with butterflies, and Wang Di's heart of spring is in the azalea.
The moon on the Canghai Sea has tears in its eyes, and the sun on the blue field has smoke in its eyes.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one. Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just yearning for that free butterfly. Wang Di that beautiful heart and as can move the cuckoo.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea looks like a pearl made of tears. Only in the time and place of the blue field can be generated as if the smoke like good jade. Those beautiful things and years, can only stay in the memory. And at that time those people think that those things are just ordinary, but do not know how to cherish.
4, "four times the garden miscellany - its two"
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
plum golden yellow apricot fat, wheat snow white vegetable flowers rare.
The day is long and no one passes through the hedges, but there are dragonflies and nymphs flying.
Translation: A tree of plums become golden, apricots are growing bigger and bigger; buckwheat flowers are snow white, rape flowers are sparse. As the day grew longer, the shadows of the fence became shorter and shorter as the sun rose, and no one passed by; only dragonflies and butterflies flew around the fence.
5. "The Immediate Events of Qingming"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Dili re-cleansed Qingming, and the hearts of the people were saddened by their own thoughts.
The sound of cars on the road together, the color of the willow east of the city.
Flowers and grasses grow together, warblers and butterflies play.
The first time I saw this is when I was a little bit tired of it, and it was a little bit too late.
Translation: The capital city is once again the Qingming Festival, and people's hearts are naturally filled with sadness and longing. The sound of carriages on the road is busy, and the willows on the outskirts of the eastern city are verdant. Flowers bloomed and grass grew, birds flew and butterflies played in pairs. Himself sitting in the empty lobby reminiscent of the past, tea instead of wine, drinking and chatting.
2. Poems about butterflies1, "A solitary walk along the river in search of flowers - its six" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu Huang Si-niang's house is full of flowers, a thousand and ten thousand low on the branches.
The butterflies are always dancing, and the warblers are always crying.
The path around Huang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers have pressed the branches down.
Butterflies are hovering and dancing in the flowers, and free little warblers are singing among the flowers. 2. "Staying at Xu Gong Dian in Xin Shi" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli Hedgerows are sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet fallen.
Children rush after yellow butterflies, flying into the cauliflower nowhere to find.
The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower bushes, and could not be found.3. "Jinse" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin Jinse has no end of fifty strings, a string and a pillar of thoughts of Chinese New Year.
Zhuang Sheng Xiao dream of butterflies, looking at the emperor's spring heart to cuckoo. The moon of the ocean has tears in its eyes, and the warmth of the blue sky gives rise to smoke.
This love can wait to become a memory? The first time I saw it, I was already at a loss.
Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just yearning for that free butterfly. Wang Di that beautiful heart and as can move the cuckoo.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea looks like a pearl made of tears. Only in the blue field of his time and place can he produce a good jade like smoke.
Those beautiful things and years, can only stay in the memory. And in the view of those people at that time those things are just ordinary, but do not know how to cherish.
4, "four times the garden miscellaneous Xing - its two" Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda plum golden yellow apricot fertilizer, wheat snow white vegetable flower thin. The day is long, no one has passed through the hedge, but there are dragonflies and nymphs flying.
Translation: a tree plums become golden, apricots are growing bigger and bigger; buckwheat flowers a snow-white, rapeseed is sparse. As the day grew longer, the shadows of the fence became shorter and shorter as the sun rose, and no one passed by; only dragonflies and butterflies flew around the fence.
5, "Qingming that is" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran empire heavy Qingming, the hearts of people since the sad thoughts. The sound of the car on the road together, the willow color east of the city green.
Flowers and grasses grow together, warblers and butterflies play. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the book, and then you can see the newest version of the book.
Translation: The capital city is once a year again Qingming, people's hearts naturally rise in sadness and longing. The sound of carriages is heard on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of the eastern city are verdant.
The flowers are blooming, the grass is growing, the birds are flying and the butterflies are playing in pairs. Himself sitting in the empty lobby reminiscent of the past, tea instead of wine, drinking and chatting.
3. Poems about falling flowers and butterflies around the horse's hoovesFalling flowers:
White Heads Yin Li Bai
The east stream does not make the west return to the water, falling flowers resignation shy of the old forest.
I heard that Wang Changling Li Bai
The Yang flower fell out of the Zi Gui cries, I heard that the dragon mark over the five streams.
The second line of the young man Li Bai
Where do you go when the flowers fall, laughing at the Hu Ji wine shop.
The sender Zhang U
Only the moon in the spring court of love, but also for the departed person to light the falling flowers.
The Jiangnan meeting Li Guinian Du Fu
It is the Jiangnan good scenery, the time of falling flowers and meet you.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
In the spring, I often traveled with Li Erguo, the second guest, and gave him a long poem.
The flowers are together in the morning, and the birds come back in the evening.
The Jingu Garden Du Mu
The east wind at sunset complains of the crying birds, and the falling flowers are like the people who fell from the building.
The heron Du Mu
The heron is far away from the blue mountains, and the pear blossoms fall in the evening wind.
Spring Dawn Meng Haoran
The sound of wind and rain in the night, the flowers fall to know how much.
The title of the garden pavilion of the Xinghua Temple Jia Island
Rosebuds fall in the autumn wind, thorns and thistles full of pavilions, you know.
Wang Anshi of Beishan Mountain
The flowers have fallen for a long time, and it is late to return to the grass.
Cao Bin in the twilight of spring
No one asked about the fallen flowers outside the door, and the green shade was all over the sky.
Spring in Fengle Pavilion Ouyang Xiu
No matter how old the tourists are, they come and go in front of the pavilion to step on the fallen flowers.
The Wave of Sand Li Yu
The water is flowing, the flowers are falling, and the spring is gone.
Remembering the immortal posture of Li Cunjian
Like a dream, like a dream, the moon and flowers are heavy with smoke.
The deep courtyard is closed, the small court is empty, and the fallen flowers are red with fragrance and dew.
The Ballad of Returning to the Kingdom of Wei Zhuang
Spring is approaching its end, and the fallen flowers are red with rain.
Paying a visit to the Golden Gate Wei Zhuang
The courtyard is full of fallen flowers and spring is still, and the grass is blue.
The good news is that Li Qingzhao
The wind has set the flowers deep, and the curtains are embracing the red piles of snow.
The Snowy Plum Scent Liu Yong
The elegant and graceful attitude is very happy, and the falling flowers are suddenly in the west and east.
A partridge in the snow
The spring breeze sends despair, and the falling flowers and flotsam rain.
Ruimengling Qin Guan
Where does spring return to on the pool, full of falling flowers and flotsam.
Linjiang Xian Yan Qidao
Falling flowers are independent of each other.
Yu Meiren Ye Mengde
Falling flowers have already danced in front of the wind, but also sent the rain of dusk.
A visit to the Golden Gate Zhu Shujin
The curtains of the courtyard are not rolled up, and the grass is far away.
The spring evening Wang Ling
In March, the remaining flowers fell more open, the small eaves of the day swallow flew to.
Plum Blossoms Wang Coronation
The sound of a qiang pipe is unseen, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
The Burial of Flowers by Cao Xueqin
The flower hoe is in his hand, but he can't bear to step on the fallen flowers and go back and forth.
Butterfly around the horse's hoof I really do not know. I don't really know, but I think it's a good idea to say, "I've been sitting on a rock and my sleeves are cold, and I've been stepping on flowers and my horse's hooves are fragrant". I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not. But there are no butterflies what to do.
4. Poems about butterfliesLi Bai in the poem "long dry line", there is also a line: "August butterflies yellow, double fly west garden grass". In Du Fu's poem "Two Songs of Qujiang River", he wrote: "The butterflies are y seen through the flower gorges, and they fly in style in the water Jingxu".
Butterflies fluttering in the flowers to feed, mating, laying eggs and dragonflies pointing at the water to lay eggs, a touch of the fly, depicted vividly. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Xie Yi described the butterflies in "Butterflies" as "wildly following the willow wadding sometimes see, dancing people where to find the pear blossoms".
Yang Wanli of the Southern Song Dynasty wrote in his poem "Two Songs of Xu Gong Dian in the New City": "Children rush after the yellow butterfly, and the flyer is nowhere to be found in the cabbage flowers." They describe the white butterflies flying in the white pear flowers and the yellow butterflies flying in the yellow rapeseed flowers. ...... Jin Se Li Shangyin Jin Se has no end of fifty strings, and one string and one column think of Chinese New Years.
Zhuang Sheng Xiao dream of butterflies, looking to the emperor's spring heart to cuckoo.
This love can wait to become a memory? The first is the one that is not a good idea, but the second is the one that is not a good idea.
The butterfly dreamed of a home of ten thousand miles, and the cuckoo branch on the moon three nights. The book of the old garden has been dead for years, and the mirror is only full of Chinese hair and spring.
Since I don't go back, I can go back, who can compete with the five lakes? （The poem is written by Li Shangyin, who wants to fight for the nymphalid butterflies, but is not fast enough to catch the willow flakes.
I got off the bus yesterday, and I'm looking forward to four or five rounds. I'm not sure if I've ever seen this before, but I'm sure I've seen it before. Butterflies are flying in the south garden.
The waves love the old town, and the clouds think of the old mountains.
The winds of the earth are in the air, and there is no doubt about it.
Spring Poem (Tang) Li Bai Dust haunts the face of the wanderer, butterflies make the hairpin of the beauty. The two ancient meanings (bis) (Southern Dynasty) Liang Wu Di Flying double nymphalid butterflies, low and two different pools.
Two Songs of Qujiang (Part II) (Tang) Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) The day after the return of the spring clothes, every day the head of the river to return to the drunkenness.
The nymphalid butterflies are y visible, the dragonflies are flying in the water, and the scenery is ****ing flowing, so don't go against it for the time being. [The Song of Songs in Water (Xiangjiang River) (Song) Zhang Xiaoxiang This is a matter of heaven paying me, June under the Canglang.
Cicadas shed their dust and butterflies dream of the water and clouds.
After Evening in the Hall Siao Gang, the Emperor of the Southern Liang Dynasty The bank willow hangs down its long leaves, and the window peach falls down its thin hock. The nymphalid butterflies and the dragonflies in the bamboo cataracts are all in powder.
Liu Lingxian (female), "Answer to the Outside" (答外) The songbirds are singing in the leaves, and the butterflies are rushing among the flowers.
Listening to the sound of the pillow to persuade people to return, it is difficult to return.
Li Yishan Poetry Collection Butterflies (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi (谢逸) The butterflies are sometimes seen with the willow flakes, and where can they be found in the pear blossoms. The warm wind in the evening of spring on the river, chasing the flower seller across the bridge.
(Xie Yi made 300 poems about butterflies, and was called Xie Hu Die, "Yuzhang Poetry") "Jingnan Bamboo Poems: The Legend of Liang Zhu" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu, a scholar, has left the deserted platform, and the wild moss grows in the spring breeze every year. The peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and the butterflies are flying again.
In Ningbo, on the tomb of Liang Zhu, and in Yixing, where Zhu Yingtai studied, butterflies often gather, and the local community set up the "Double Butterfly Festival" on March 1 of the lunar calendar (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) "The River Walk" (Tang Dynasty) Fish Xuanji The great river embraces the slant of Wuchang, and 10,000 households are in front of the Parrot Island. The painting of the barge is not enough to sleep in spring, and the butterflies are looking for flowers in their dreams.
The last two sentences, extremely charming spring color on the river, although in the dream, but also feel the sentiment shaking. The first two lines of the song are the same as the last two lines of the song.
"Clear View" (Tang) Wang driving before the rain first saw the flowers among the stamens, after the rain and no leaves in the flowers. Nymphalid butterflies fly over the wall, and I suspect that the color of spring is in the neighbor's house.
"Nymphalid Butterfly" by Emperor Liang Jianwendi The butterfly from the phoenix is back, flying on the flowers in pairs; I send a message to those who know each other, that our common mind will not be violated. Butterflies dance in the mountains, and flowers bloom with a jade face.
The Butterfly Dances on the River and the Warbler Cries at His Own Will
The Butterfly Dances on the River and the Warbler Cries at His Own Will. The first of the four songs is about the butterfly, but it is not a perfect example of how a butterfly can be pivotal to the development of a planet.
It's not the only thing that can make a difference, it's the only thing that can make a difference. The second one is about the leaves and the slanting bridge that leads to the side door.
It will be a great pleasure to see you in this world. The west is searching for the temple, and the Zhaojun is searching for her old village.
Every year, all the flowers and plants are exhausted, and I come to say goodbye to the orchids and fungi. The first time I came to the small garden, I was a little connected with the trivial enclosure.
I was afraid that the dust of the fragrance would be broken, and I was worried about the melting of the colorful snow. I only know how to protect myself from the dew, but I don't realize that I am sending the wind.
Looking back, the two swallows flew in and entered the beautiful bar.
The two swallows are in a state of flux, and they are in a state of gold in the Han Dynasty. The only other thing that I can think of is the willow flakes, and the heart of the flower is the heart of the flower.
Can we invite the lonely guest to sing for the night? Here are two butterfly-related iambic pentameter poems.
Turning tail chain Qing-anonymous Spring clear magpies noise before Tsu Magpies noise before Tsu Liu Mei new Tsu Liu Mei new flowers love butterflies new flowers love butterflies to go to the frequency to go to the butterflies love flowers Butterflies love flowers new Mei Liu Tsu new Mei Liu Tsu before Tsu noise magpies Tsu before noise magpies clear spring Note: [Tsu: the ferry port] [Willow Mei: the willow tree graceful charming look] "Turning tail chain" is one kind of iambic pentameter poetry genre. It is a kind of iambic pentameter, which consists of sixteen characters connected into a ring, and can be read left and right in a circle to obtain a seven-period poem.
The right spin reading method is the same as the left spin reading method, to the left spin reading method of the first word stop.
5. What are the verses containing butterfliesAutumn butterflies Bai Juyi
Autumn flowers are purple, yellow butterflies.
The butterflies are small, and they fly to the east and west of the bushes.
The cool winds of sunset came, and the flowers fell from the bushes.
The butterflies are already dead in the bush.
The butterflies are all dead, and they are all dead, and they are all dead.
The crane is not seen for a thousand years, but the pine is a hundred feet high.
Two Songs of the Autumn Butterflies by Luo Ye
When the flowers in the Qin building were sent out, the Qin women laughed and followed each other.
On the day of the autumn breeze, the butterflies flew in to ask who they were.
It seems that the chrysanthemums are tired of living in the cold, and they take up the evening sun.
If sad people see this, they will cry a thousand tears.
Autumn Butterfly Li Fangjing
The pink butterfly is still flying in the deep fall.
I have compassion for the people who are lost in the festival, as if they are in the spring.
Dew leaves are not what they used to be, and the frost can be relied upon.
There are few chrysanthemums in the hedgerow.
Four poems by Cui Jian
I am like a butterfly in the fall, but I have not forgotten my love, and this cold flower sighs in this life.
I am always ashamed of my old age, and I am not as light as a butterfly when I look at flowers.
Autumn butterflies
Flying close to the frost when the disappearance, go to the red leaves **** languid.
Where there is no rest in the heart of the flower, the autumn butterfly double plume flower tree deserted.
Autumn Butterfly Song Ziang
The heart of the flowers is gone, and the shadow of the butterflies in the empty garden is faint.
Even though it is already a cool season, it is still a sentimental flight.
The dewy chrysanthemums can be picked, and the windy orchids can be relied upon.
I'm afraid of the frost, but I'm not sure how I'll return.
Autumn butterflies
The butterflies fly again and again, and the hibiscus leaves love autumn nyong-nyong.
The butterfly knows that its wings and powder are all gone, and it is ashamed to approach the dancer in front of you.
Autumn Butterflies
A few lonely geese mourn, a few faint crows noise. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The garden is in the doldrums, the hibiscus calyx has fallen, see a jade hu butterfly body delicate. I'm not sure if I can describe it, but I'm not sure if I can paint a picture of it," he said.
Late Sunny Night View
The first sunny day was a time of sadness, and I leaned on both doors with a full stomach. The sky and the blue sky are full of lonely birds, and the flat sand is full of sunset light. The first time I saw it, it was a very good night. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new butterfly, and then you'll be able to get your hands on one.
New Year's Eve at the Mountain House
A body of autumn butterflies embracing cold flowers, thirty years of time to the gully snake. The bottle of wine in front of the stirrups are all guests, the mountain dream temporarily home. The rain of the last year has been dripping, and the spring breeze has brought flowers in the middle of the night. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
The first day of the year
The first day of the year is the first day of the year in which the sun will shine, and the clouds will be light. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. The sky is full of geese and geese on different journeys.
After the drought, Chen Kou was Yang Wanli
I pity myself that the butterflies were not born early, but only with the sound of the night grasshopper **** sad.
The sky and the earth are not yet wide enough for my eyes, but I will write more articles about them.
Last fall and this summer, the drought is repeated, the Huaijiang River is not clean, Chenjiang boiling.
The rain cleared up on August 29th and the Gulan party returned
The accumulated rain could not come out, and there was no salt and acyl for five days.
Even if you have rain gear, you can't go out without telling someone.
The first time I saw it, the sun was shining through the window.
I have an ancient orchid.
No one in the world knows it, except the butterflies.
The purple spikes are so dense that the snowflakes are all over the place.
The fragrance of the country is on my sleeve, and I feel happy to be sitting in my seat.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a song, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of a song.
I have no time to save, but I can't forget my hunger.
And Wu Zi Vice Zhi Hai Zhai
The feast should be offered to Lai three cars, the pile of cases to withdraw from the counting of sand.
The new sentence is a new one, and it is a new one, and it is a new one.
The monk's trousseau is sweaty and empty, and the Buddha's few piles of red flowers.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a long journey, I was in the middle of a long journey.
Iwagui pay Zheng Shunju play pen on behalf of the invitation
Heavenly fragrance fragrance through the cold gold, flick goose yellow Han deep.
Thanks to the west wind to call the dream, the path with the autumn butterflies to the forest.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time before I could see it.
The first time I saw you was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
The butterflies in the fall are not beautiful, and the flowers in the cold are only fragrant for a while.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the first time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
And Mr. Linghu's nine days on the yellow and white chrysanthemums, Liu Yuxi
The calyx meets the cold show, the golden Ying with dew fragrance.
The splendor of the chrysanthemums is the banner of the battle-axe, and the glory of the chrysanthemums is the yellow of the silver.
The jadeite jade is a reflection of the jadeite jade, and the clothes are full of colorful chapters.
The sunny clouds are far away, and the autumn butterflies are near.
It would be a good idea to come up with a nine-day festival.
The color of the bushes is full of good colors, not willing to entrust the severe frost.
Bonghe Changsheyuan evening fall Jixianyuan immediately send Xu Xue two Squire Sikong Shu
Ai amicable Phoenix Palace, Lantai Yu Department through.
The night frost condenses the tree feathers, the sun shines on the wind.
The official is attached to the three stations, and the Confucianism has opened up a hundred clans.
The first is a book of the same name, and the second is a book of the same name.
The incense was rolled up in a green scroll, and the lead was divided into green characters.
The first is a collection of the most important works in the world, and the second is a collection of the most important works in the world.
The pool is connected with the sky spring, and the forest is connected with the imperial fruits.
The cold tortoise climbed to the old leaves, and the butterfly fell in love with the sparse bushes in autumn.
The first is a book by Yan Xie, and the second is a book by Zhong Pei.
The sea cranes are frightened by the departure of the flock, and the river maple is complained by the thought.
The world is far away from Gusu, and the mountains are long to the east.
I am ashamed to be a philosopher, but it is difficult to work on the next song.
The first time I went to the mountains, I couldn't see the people there, and the clouds went to the sunset.
The shallow water of the cold fish less, clumps of orchids more butterflies in the fall.
The old man is not concerned with the affairs of the world, and he is happy with the harmony of heaven.
The wine is ripe with thoughts of talent, and the head of the stream is looking at Yuko.
6. What are the verses describing the cocoon into a butterfly1. Butterfly
Tang Dynasty: Li He
Yanghua fluttering tent spring clouds hot, tortoise shell screen drunken eyes val.
The butterflies in the east fly to the west, and the young man on the white horse returns today.
The translation is as follows: butterflies gently fluttered the indoor sleeping tent, which emitted the warmth of spring. In front of the bed is a gorgeous tortoise shell screen, and the bed is covered with her beautiful colored clothes. The young husband has been out for a long time, just like a butterfly fluttering around. It is at this time of the day that he returns to his home on a white horse.
2, drunk in the sky - Wing big butterfly
Yuan Dynasty: Wang and Qing
Bomb broken Zhuangzhou dream, two wings driving the east wind, three hundred famous gardens, a pick an empty.
Who said the wind flow species, bluff kill the bees in search of fragrance.
The flower seller was slogging across the bridge.
The translation is as follows: broke the dream of Zhuangzhou, came to reality, the huge wings riding the vast east wind. The nectar in the three hundred famous gardens all picked an empty. Who knew that it was a natural born windfall, scaring away the honey bees. The wings fluttered gently, and the flower sellers were all slogging across the bridge to the east.
3, Jade Butterfly - Autumn winds are miserable and hurt
Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingjun
Autumn winds are miserable and hurt, the traveler has not returned. The grass is decaying outside the city, and the geese are late in Jiangnan.
Hibiscus withered face, willow fall new eyebrow. The first is the one that is not a part of the story, and the second is the one that is not a part of the story.
The translation is as follows: the bleak autumn winds have blown, the weather has turned cold, the people who traveled far have not returned, can not help but call for people's hearts and minds, adding the parting of the sadness. Now should be the grass outside the Seychelles, full of yellow it, and fly to the north of Jiangnan geese are still slow to arrive.
The young face has become as faded as the hibiscus, and the new eyebrow is like the willow leaves have lost their color. She saw the scene of the fall of all the fragrance in the fall, and saw things that are full of sadness, but the heart of the heartbreak of the sadness of parting, and who knows it?
4. Two Songs of Qujiang River
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
A piece of flowers fly but spring, the wind drifting ten thousand points is worrying people.
And look at the end of the flowers through the eyes, do not be tired of hurt more wine into the lips.
The jade nests on the river, and the unicorn lies on the mound by the garden.
The physical must be a pleasure, why use the floating glory to trip this body.
The first thing I did was to go back to the river and get drunk every day.
The wine debt is very common 62616964757a686964616fe58685e5aeb931333366303738 line everywhere, the life of seventy ancient rare.
The nymphalid butterflies are y seen, and the dragonflies fly in the water.
The word of the scenery **** flow, temporary appreciation of each other do not go against.
The translation is as follows: The fall of a petal makes people feel that the color of spring has been reduced. Now that the wind has knocked thousands of flowers to the ground, how can it not make people sad? And watching the falling flowers that will be exhausted fly past one's eyes, one no longer tires of the entrance of too much wine.
The reasoning behind the decline and rise of things is that we should be happy in time, and why should we allow ourselves to be bound by false honor? The court came back, every day to pawn the clothes worn in the spring, the money exchanged for every day to the head of the river to buy wine to drink, until the drunkenness is not willing to come back. Everywhere in debt to the wine, that is an ordinary small thing, people can live to seventy years old, ancient times is also very few.
But see the butterflies in the flowers in the depths of the shuttle back and forth, dragonflies in the surface of the water to fly, and now and then point a water. Send a message to the spring light, let me stay with the spring light, although it is a temporary appreciation of each other, do not violate ah!
5, looking south - Jiangnan butterflies
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Jiangnan butterflies, slanting day a pair of pairs. The body is like He Lang all powder, the heart is like Han Shou love to steal incense. The talent and frivolity.
After the drizzle, the thin wings are tired of the smoke. The first time I saw it, I was in a small yard with the bees, and then with the flotsam on the east wall. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.
The translation is as follows: the butterflies in Jiangnan, both dancing in the sunset. They look as beautiful as He Yan, linger in the flowers, sucking nectar, and are frivolous and loose in nature.
After a light rain, the butterfly's watery and greasy pink wings emit a shimmering light under the setting sun. It just flew into the small yard with the bees, and accompanied the willow over the east wall, often running for flowers.
7. Poems about the red dust1. Meet each other inside the red dust, and greet the golden whip. Li Bai
2. The red dust and strangers swim upstream, and the blue willow lives by the embankment. Yan Qidao
3. Sunset red dust together. The carriages and horses are in a mess. -- "Three Days' Banquet at the Mountain Pond in Changshi" Tang. Chen Zi'ang
4. The boat haunts the clear water, and the halberd is full of red dust. -- "Sending Zheng Qing to the Capital by Boat" Tang. Du Shenyan
5. On the red dust puff, the color shall not be fresh. -- "Newly Planted Lotus in Jingzhaofu" Tang. Bai Juyi
6. Down the twelve streets, green trees between the red dust. -- "Ascending the Leyouyuan Wang" Tang. Bai Juyi
7. Wine and drink at the end of the day, walking horses into the red dust. --- "With Cu XII on the Road to Luoyang" Tang. Meng Haoran
8. I laughed at myself for walking through the red dust, and the old years were new again. --- "Book Affairs" Tang. Du Mu (杜牧)
9. The red dust covers the crane, and the green willow brushes the dragon. --- "In the spring evening, I saw the group of public officials returning to the city in the morning and made eight rhymes". Chen Ziliang
10. The sword blade generates red electricity, and the horse's feet raise red dust. -- "Liu Sheng" Tang. Yang Jiong
8. Poetry lines with butterfliesPoems about Autumn Butterflies
Autumn Butterflies Bai Juyi
Autumn flowers are purple, autumn butterflies are yellow and fuzzy.
The butterflies are small, and they fly to the west and east of the bushes.
The cool winds of sunset came, and the flowers fell from the bushes.
The butterflies are already dead in the bush.
The butterflies are all dead, and they are all dead, and they are all dead.
The crane is not seen for a thousand years, but the pine is a hundred feet high.
Two Songs of the Autumn Butterflies by Luo Ye
When the flowers in the Qin building were sent out, the Qin women laughed and followed each other.
On the day of the autumn breeze, the butterflies flew in to ask who they were.
It seems that the chrysanthemums are tired of living in the cold, and they take up the evening sun.
If sad people see this, they will cry a thousand tears.
Autumn Butterfly Li Fangjing
The pink butterfly is still flying in the deep fall.
I have compassion for the people who are lost in the festival, as if they are in the spring.
Dew leaves are not what they used to be, and the frost can be relied upon.
There are few chrysanthemums in the hedgerow.
Four poems by Cui Jian
I am like a butterfly in the fall, but I have not forgotten my love, and this cold flower sighs in this life.
I am always ashamed of my old age, and I am not as light as a butterfly when I look at flowers.
Autumn butterflies
Flying close to the frost when the disappearance, go to the red leaves **** languid.
Where there is no rest in the heart of the flower, the autumn butterfly double plume flower tree barren.
Autumn Butterfly Song Ziang
The heart of the flowers is gone, and the shadow of the butterflies in the empty garden is faint.
Even though it is already a cool season, it is still a sentimental flight.
The dewy chrysanthemums can be picked, and the windy orchids can be relied upon.
I'm afraid of the frost, but I'm not sure how I'll return.
Autumn butterflies
The butterflies fly again and again, and the hibiscus leaves love autumn nyong-nyong.
The butterfly knows that its wings and powder are all gone, and it is ashamed to approach the dancer in front of you.
Autumn Butterflies
A few lonely geese mourn, a few faint crows noise. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The garden is in the doldrums, the hibiscus calyx has fallen, see a jade hu butterfly body delicate. I'm not sure if I can describe it, but I'm not sure if I can paint a picture that is light and thin.
Late Sunny Night View
The first sunny day was a time of sadness, and I leaned on both doors with a full stomach. The sky and the blue sky are full of lonely birds, and the flat sand is full of sunset light. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the near future. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new butterfly, and then you'll be able to get your hands on one.
New Year's Eve at the Mountain House
A body of autumn butterflies embracing cold flowers, thirty years of time to the gully snake. The bottle of wine in front of the stirrups are guests, the mountain dream temporarily home. The rain of the last year has been dripping, and the spring breeze has brought flowers in the middle of the night. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
The first day of the year
The first day of the year is the first day of the year to be clear, and the second day of the year is the first day of the year to be clear, and the third day of the year is the first day to be clear. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. The sky is full of geese and geese on different journeys.
After the drought, Chen Kou was Yang Wanli
I pity myself that the butterflies were not born early, but only with the sound of the night grasshopper **** sad.
The sky and the earth are not yet wide enough for my eyes, but I will write more articles about them.
Last fall and this summer, the drought is repeated, the Huaijiang River is not clean, Chenjiang boiling.
The rain cleared up on August 29th and the Gulan party returned
The accumulated rain could not come out, and there was no salt and acyl for five days.
Even if you have rain gear, you can't go out without telling someone.
The first time I saw it, the sun was shining through the window.
I have an ancient orchid.
No one in the world knows it, except the butterflies.
The purple spikes are so dense that the snowflakes are all over the place.
The fragrance of the country is on my sleeve, and I am happy to sit in my seat.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a song, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of a song.
I have no time to save, but I can't forget my hunger.
And Wu Zi Vice Zhi Hai Zhai
The feast should be offered to Lai three cars, the pile of cases to withdraw from the counting of sand.
The new sentence is a new one, and it is a new one, and it is a new one.
The monk's trousseau is sweaty and empty, and the Buddha's few piles of red flowers.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a long journey, I was in the middle of a long journey.
Iwagui pay Zheng Shunju play pen on behalf of the invitation
Heavenly fragrance fragrance through the cold gold, flick goose yellow Han deep.
Thanks to the west wind to call the dream, the path with the autumn butterflies to the forest.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a long journey, I was in the middle of a long journey.
The first time I saw you was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The butterflies in the fall are not beautiful, and the flowers in the cold are only fragrant for a while.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
And Mr. Linghu's nine days on the yellow and white chrysanthemums, Liu Yuxi
The calyx meets the cold show, the golden Ying with dew fragrance.
The splendor of the chrysanthemums is the banner of the battle-axe, and the glory of the chrysanthemums is the yellow of the silver.
The jadeite jade is a reflection of the jadeite jade, and the clothes are full of colorful chapters.
The sunny clouds are far away, and the autumn butterflies are near.
It would be a good idea to come up with a nine-day festival.
The color of the bushes is full of good colors, not willing to entrust the severe frost.
Bonghe Changsheyuan evening fall Jixianyuan immediately send Xu Xue two Squire Sikong Shu
Ai Ai Phoenix Palace, Lantai Yu Department through.
The night frost condenses the tree feathers, the sun shines on the wind.
The official is attached to the three stations, and the Confucianism has opened up a hundred clans.
The first is a book of the same name, and the second is a book of the same name.
The incense was rolled up in a green scroll, and the lead was divided into green characters.
The first is a collection of the most important works in the world, and the second is a collection of the most important works in the world.
The pool is connected with the sky spring, and the forest is connected with the imperial fruits.
The cold tortoise climbed to the old leaves, and the butterfly fell in love with the sparse bushes in autumn.
The first is a book by Yan Xie, and the second is a book by Zhong Pei.
The sea cranes are frightened by the departure of the flock, and the river maple is complained about by the thought.
The world is far away from Gusu, and the mountains are long to the east.
I am ashamed to be a philosopher, but it is difficult to work on the next song.
The first time I went to the mountains, I couldn't see the people there, and the clouds went to the sunset.
The shallow water of the cold fish less, clumps of orchids more butterflies in the fall.
The old man is not concerned with the affairs of the world, and he is happy with the harmony of heaven.
The wine is ripe with thoughts of talent, and the head of the stream is looking at Yuko.