Modern Poetry about Butterflies
Butterflies (Prose Poetry) Wen / Lin Tian (a) A butterfly represents illusion, that is the realm of Zhuang Zhou; two butterflies sent love, that is the obsession of the Liangzhu; then three, four, five, six or even swarms of uncountable butterflies, what is it that they are referring to? The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. (II) ...... Where were you at that dusk? That clear twilight, the setting sun in the shoulder of the distant mountains can not hover, the evening sunlight spread half of the sky twilight where are you? On the grassy embankment that stretches for thousands of kilometers along the river, is the only figure sitting quietly on his knees you? The evening sun was monotonous rust red, heavy wings, suddenly stacked in mid-air, a group of butterflies - a group of golden butterfly feathers connected to fluttering in the crimson background.
The evening sunlight leaks down from the gap between the wings and spreads in my eyes, like a dream, and my pupils flicker back and forth with the gold of the feathers and the crimson of the evening sunlight, like a hunter's bonfire in the jungle on an autumn night ...... (c) You fly out from the depths of the grove, with a soft, blushing smile still hanging at the corners of your mouth, and you fling yourself into my welcoming arms as a weary stream into a deep pool. I put the flowers of the four seasons on your black hair, but you raised your head and mumbled, asking me, "Can a song with a missing score still be called a song? （I slowly extinguished my smile in the foggy dusk, why did you break my brittle cocoon shell? Don't you know that I'm slowly transforming, and maybe, maybe after tonight I'll sprout a pair of beautiful wings and fly in the sunlight as you desire? （
The butterflies, clad in golden colors, gathered on the back of the sky like a golden cloud.
I stood there rigidly, nightmare, watching the butterflies in a circle rotating and drifting down, like falling leaves, the back of the gradual obliteration of ...... (6) you hold my arm, out of the rainy alley, and then dissolve into the alley outside the boundless rainy season, that twist of lights gently slipped through, as I remember all the Butterfly shadow is generally beautiful and peaceful. Butterfly (Poetry Group) (I) You are my butterfly Carrying the wings of two people You are a butterfly You can't escape the eyes of my love You are my butterfly In a box full of my excessive love You seem to be nailed to a silver needle by time You can't escape my rigid love for you You are my butterfly Carrying the thoughts of two people How are you a butterfly You can't escape the dream of my hate You are my butterfly In the heart of your hand You are my butterfly Squeezing my tears I regret my love You also seem to be unable to forgive me for anything. Love You also can't seem to forgive me for anything Can't wave those cracked wings I'm not a butterfly I don't understand I'm not a butterfly I can't fly Nor will I die in the box of love (b) Once, you danced in front of the crowd with your beautiful body.
--- Xiao Yin You always danced in the air, the sun was always behind you, and the clouds were always drifted into maple leaves, like curdled blood, burying your shadow. You always perched on a maple tree, Est Est's game of blindfolds, and the moonlight was always brighter in the shattered clouds, like the wilderness, leading you to fly to the maple forest of the dead, where swords pierced your heart, and drank your blood. Later, I dreamt that I was canoeing with you on the Li River, hand in hand, with the boat drifting between the green mountains and the green water, with the boat going by your hand and the mountains behind, with your words in my mouth and your figure in my eyes, a butterfly hibernating in my heart, and I bowed down and scooped up the water of the Li River, brushing away the weary dust, and I looked up at your silhouette in the water, searching for a way out. I look at your silhouette in the water and search for the jade that will never sink even though we are 30,000 feet away from each other and even though I have not been able to find you for thousands of years, I invite you to take me to the palace of butterflies and I would rather become an ashen butterfly. In the past I dreamt that the butterfly that fluttered in the pool in the moonlight was gone- ---- The pool hides the red butterfly The pool's water has been cool and refreshing for ages and it is cold and fresh and it is cold and clear and it is clear and clear and clear through the door of the maple leaf that the butterfly can't return even though the maple is like a thousand years of blood, and I drink up some water and I drink up the water. Oh, wash away the dusty color of the red face of a branch, step on the bright moonlit night, the water in the pool is clean and fresh, put on a bow tie, and search for the red butterfly that will never fade in my memories! ---- A little introduction On the wall of the north house hangs a painting of the deserted grass The old man at the door gazes up at the sky with a bewildered look Occasionally a small bird passes by, leaving the weeds to search in silence No direction in sight, but desolation everywhere But the butterflies used to fly in the midst of all the chaos, and happiness was the wings, but the children didn't fly Can't remember that the pain was the turf, who enjoyed the grass and dreamed of the grass Who enjoyed the grass in the dream of the grass Time passed away and the old man's sadness crept in Curtains under the eaves of the door covered the wall of the north house, and the light from the north house window fell on the ground and turned into frost. The light from the window of the north house falls on the ground and becomes frost. I think about the lonely days in the face of the past and the laughter and hurt of the past and the past are not in the same mold, imagine---imagine---.
2. The verses about butterflies, preferably modern poems (make up your own line as long as it is good)
Butterflies fly
Tang Li He
Yanghua fluttering tent spring clouds hot, tortoise shell screen drunken eyes val.
Butterflies fly in the east and west, and the young man on the white horse returns today.
Butterflies
Tang Qiqi
Where is the back of the red, confused fragrance to the threshold of heavy. The first time I saw a butterfly, I saw a butterfly in the sky, and then I saw a butterfly in the sky.
The first is the one that is not a problem, the second is the one that is not a problem, the third is the one that is not a problem. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company.
The booklet is cold, and the fragrance is thick. The first thing you need to do is to find a way to get to the top of the tree, and then you have to go to the bottom of the tree.
The evening of the sun is still in a hurry, and the dance of the spring is not languid. The old west wind is still there, so you can still pick hibiscus.
Jade Butterfly
Wen Tingjun of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is bleak and cuts away from the time when the traveler has not returned.
The grass is decaying outside of the Seychelles, and the geese are late arriving in the south of the Yangtze River.
The hibiscus withers, the willow falls to the new eyebrow.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest and most important thing you need to do is to look at the newest and most important thing you need to do.
Two Songs on Butterflies
Tang Xu Cui
The misty green insects are shedding their shells, and it is hard to bear the heavy smoke and rain.
A branch of lush flora is kept, and a few spring breezes are borrowed and flown.
The first thing I want to do is to prevent the birds from getting hurt, but the second thing I want to do is to get hurt.
The first is a dream of the soul, and the second is a dream of the soul, and the third is a dream of the soul, and the third is a dream of the soul.
The green and red days are long, and the heart of a lifetime lives in the springtime.
The most suspicious of the Goddess of Mercy is the rain, and she loves to go with Xishi to pick incense.
The winds are so strong that it is only necessary to save the powder of the stamens, and the night is so cold that it is necessary to stay in the flower room.
The cicadas are very different from each other in nature, and they can only understand the sunset in the three autumns.
Three Songs on Butterflies
Tang Xu Cui
It is difficult to fly a moth in a cocoon, but it is possible to pass by a flower in a fragrant place.
The winds of the sky send the butterflies away, but they laugh at the spiders' weaving.
The two of them were in the middle of a painting, and they were looking at it again and again.
It's not easy to fly around with short wings, but it's hard to pounce on the flowers.
The lights are bright and vivid, and the paths in the wilderness are many.
The first time I heard of 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.
The Chrysanthemum Picking by Cold Bees
Tang Gengfu
Swimming down the clear sky, I searched for the chrysanthemums. The sound of the bee's voice is on the stamen, and the shadow of the bee is in the scent.
The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Jinsei
Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty
Jinsei has no reason to have fifty strings, one string and one column to think of Chinese New Year.
Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng is obsessed with butterflies, and Wang Di's heart of spring is in the azalea.
The Canghai moon is bright and the pearl has tears, and the blue field sun is warm and the jade has smoke.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with a woman, and I've never seen her again.
The Hibiscus Flower
Tang Rong Yu
The Hibiscus Flower was planted with money, and the flower began to bloom in two years.
The red has not yet been allowed to see the beautiful people, the butterflies know that the early arrival.
Spring
Tang Wei Zhuang
I suddenly realized that the east landscape is getting late, the wild plums and apricots are dark and fragrant.
The star is falling and the horn is blowing on the upper floor, and the moon is hanging in the camp.
The dream of the traveler is scattered with butterflies, and the soul of the departed is gradually chasing the azalea.
The red dust has cut off the streets of Chang'an, and the grass is not returned to the king's grandchildren.
The rain in the boat
Tang Dai Shulun
Tonight, the first time I listened to the rain, Jiangnan Du Ruoqing. The first time I heard this, I was in the middle of a rainstorm, and I was in the middle of a river.
The dream is far from the butterfly, the love is deep shame pied hornbill. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The River Walk
Tang Yu Xuanji
The river embraces Wuchang diagonally, and there are ten thousand families in front of the Parrot Island.
The painting of the barge in the spring is not enough, dreaming of butterflies also looking for flowers.
The fireworks have already entered the cormorant harbor, the painting barge is still along the Parrot Island.
Drunkenness and wakefulness are not realized, this day surprised at the head of the Han River.
The Tomb of Zhenniang
Tang Zhang Hu
The Buddha's land is buried in the tomb, and the lonely soul is here to return. The first time I saw it, it was a dream of a butterfly, and the second time I saw it, it was a song of thanks.
The hair of the green hair is in the morning clouds, the green moth is in the night moon. The first time I saw a flower, I was so sad that I couldn't complain about the spring.
Peony
Pei Pei said
A few peonies want to fall into the city, but they are as glorious as peaches and plums.
The peony has never been seen in a poor place, and it is not like being born in the ground.
This thing is suspected to be priceless, when the spring unique name.
It is the first time that I have seen it in the world, and it is the first time that I have seen it in the world.
Begonia
Tang Zheng Gu
The spring breeze with the intention of even color, pinned with a goblet and poetry.
The flora is best suited to the new rain, and all of it is fertile when it wants to open.
The most important thing to remember is that it is not easy to be lazy in the window, but to be late in the process of writing.
The first time I saw this is when I was drunk, and the second time I saw it, I was envious of the butterflies.
The Tingzhou White Apple Grass, Yun Yun Returns by Horseback
The Tingzhou White Apple Grass, Yun Yun Returns by Horseback
The Tingzhou White Apple Grass, Yun Yun Returns by Horseback.
The fragrance of the hawthorn tree at the head of the river and the butterflies flying on the shore.
The cup of wine is full of dew from Ruo leaves, and the jade square is empty.
The Zhu building is a waterway, and the sand is warmed by a pair of fish.
Send Dou Bingcao
Tang Li Duan
Pear blossoms bloom in the upper garden, and women are dressed in robes. The first time I heard of a lover's complaint, I had to go back by horseback.
The bridge is late and the sun is warm, and the warblers are scarce in the early days of the official ferry. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the butterflies.
Sorry, I can't make up a modern poem.
3. Modern poems about writing butterflies
1. "A dead butterfly" All the colors of life are like a dead, miserable white butterfly, falling in the endless darkness of death, falling into my hands, turning into an eternal meditation.
I picked up a yellowed fallen leaf, gently wrapped the dead butterfly, and buried it among the hundreds of flowers....... In a stagnant world, a dead butterfly, a fading leaf, and a clump of brilliant flowers are the same.2. You flew out from the depths of the grove, with a soft, blushing smile still hanging at the corner of your mouth, and you flung yourself into my welcoming arms, like a tired stream into a deep pool.
I put the flowers of the four seasons in your black hair, but you raised your head and mumbled, asking me, "Can you still call the song that has lost its music score? Seeing you I showed a smile, but my heart is in tears, I lied to God, I worry that God will not find out. Oh butterfly, can I make a deal with you? I'll tell you my secrets, you tell me yours, and promise in the name of my life and your wings that we will never tell each other's secrets to anyone.
Expanded:
The butterfly is a windy butterfly that flies on the flowers in pairs. The first is to send a message to the people who know each other, and the second is to send a message to the people who know each other.
The butterflies often fly in pairs in the flowers, and the double-flying butterflies have become a symbol of loving couples. This poem is the earliest surviving butterfly poem that expresses love. The poet uses the butterfly to send a message, hoping that lovers will always be in the same heart.
By the butterfly and into a pair, and contrast the woman and the lover's separation of the pain, this writing style has become the basic writing style of the Tang and Song poems to the aria to write a boudoir. Baidu Encyclopedia - Nymphalid Poetry.
4. A handful of modern poems describing butterflies
There is a very beautiful butterfly called the Angel's Kiss.
Because she likes to land on the top of people's heads, kiss lightly and leave immediately, and then fly towards the brilliant sunshine.
I was wandering in the garden in the cold of spring, and the flowers were only a little budding, and the bloom was still far away, and you came and brought the sunshine, and your wings and wings shook the spring breeze, and your tentacles were infected with heat, and you stayed above my head, and I didn't notice at first, as if it was just a petal of rain, quietly sliding down from the flowers, and I didn't notice, but in the blink of an eye, you kissed me, and I waited for me to realize that you had already gone, and I was searching for it, and I searched for you, and I found you, and I found you. You make your life a flight that is almost as if you were flying, but where you hover, where the water flows, where the flowers bloom, where the bees gather nectar, where you gather scent, where I touch my head, where my fingers are perfumed, where the holy water bathes my body and mind, where your home is in the sky, where you have your paradise, where I pass by in your happy moments, and I have no hope for you, but you have shown me the way to the next world, and if I could be a butterfly, I'd like to be on the same side of you. If I could fly with you as a butterfly, I would fly with you as a spring landscape, not as a spectator of the landscape. You are my angel, you bring me joy, you relieve me of my sorrow, you kiss me once in a while, and I store it in a thousand times of my thoughts.
5. What are the poems in praise of butterflies
1. Cicadas shed their dust, butterflies dream of the countryside of water and clouds.
Translation: The cicada is like a cicada molting in the muddy mud, soaring beyond the dust, and like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, fluttering in the countryside of light water and clouds.
2. After the rain, the thin wings are tired of the smoke. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. It has just flown into the small courtyard with the bees, and accompanied the willow over the east wall, often running for the flowers.
3. The flowers of Huang's house are full of flowers, and a thousand of them are low on the branches. The butterflies are always dancing, and the warblers are always crying.
Translated by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty, "The Seven Extremities (Sixth) on the Riverwalk"
The flowers of Huang's house are so luxuriant that they cover the path, and thousands of flowers are bending the branches low and low from the ground. The colorful butterflies are always dancing among the fragrant flowers, and the free and soft yellow warblers are crowing happily.
4. The hedgerows are sparse and deep, and the trees are not shaded. Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying into the cauliflower nowhere to find. --The first is that the children are not yet able to find their way into the vegetable flowers. The children ran quickly after the yellow butterflies, but the butterflies flew into the cauliflowers and were never found.
5, bullet broken Zhuangzhou dream, two wings driving the east wind, three hundred famous garden, a pick an empty. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. The flower sellers are also the ones who are looking for the flowers on the bridge. He picked up all the nectar from the three hundred famous gardens, who knew that he was born to be a windy kind of man, and scared away the honey bees that were picking honey. The wings gently fluttered and slopped the flower sellers across the bridge to the east.
6. Butterflies Modern Poetry
Butterflies Fly Li He Yanghua fluttering tent spring clouds hot, tortoise shell screen drunken eyes val.
Butterflies are flying in the east and the west, and the young man on the white horse is returning today.
The butterflies, Qi Ji, where to carry the red, the enchanted fragrance to the threshold of the heavy.
The butterflies are still flying alone, but they meet up with each other in groups. The butterflies are not only the best of the best, but also the best of the best.
The peach grove leads back and forth, and the orchid path leads back and forth. The booklet is cold, and the fragrance is thick.
I can find the shadow of the tree, but it is hard to find the trail of the flower. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the bank.
The west wind of the old pond, still have to pick hibiscus. Jade Butterfly Wen Tingyun Autumn wind bleak and cut away, travelers have not returned.
The grass outside of the Serbian capital declined first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River arrived late. The hibiscus is wilting and the willow is falling from the new eyebrow.
The fall of the willow makes people sad, and who knows about the broken heart. Butterflies: Two Songs by Xu Cui The misty green insects are shedding their shells, unable to withstand the heavy smoke and falling rain.
A branch of flora to stay taught to live, a few spring breeze to borrow and fly. The first is to prevent the danger of the birds and the birds' mouths, but the second is to protect the scent of the flowers and the flowers' garments.
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 thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The most suspicious of the goddess of the rain, love to accompany the Xi Shi to pick incense. The winds are so strong that it is only necessary to save the powder of the stamens, and the night is so cold that it is necessary to stay in the flower room.
The cicadas have a very broad nature, and they have no time for the sunset in the autumn. Butterflies Three Songs by Xu Curry It is not difficult to fly a moth in a cocoon, but the flowers will pass by.
The winds of the sky send the butterflies floating away, but they laugh at the spiders who are weaving their own threads. The butterflies are not easy to fly in the cocoon, but the winds of the sky send them away lightly, but they laugh at the spiders' tiresome weaving.
The short wings are not so close, and it is difficult to try to pounce on the flowers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first time I heard of it was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The sound is on the stamen, and the shadow is in the fragrance. The first time I saw it, it was a very good thing that I was there.
The butterflies are always ashamed of themselves, and they do not communicate with the dreaming soul. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and it was a long time ago, when I was a little girl.
The Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies, and the Wang Di's heart was in the azalea. The moon of the ocean is bright and the pearl has tears, the sun of the blue field is warm and the jade has smoke.
This love can wait for ten thousand memories, but at that time it was already lost. The hibiscus flower, Rong Yu, is a hibiscus flower that I bought with my own money and planted two years ago.
The bright red has not yet allowed a beautiful woman to see it, and the butterflies are eager to know that it has come early. In the spring, Wei Zhuang suddenly realized that the east landscape is getting late, and the wild plums and apricots are dark and fragrant.
The star is falling, the horn is blowing, the moon is hanging in the camp. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The red dust has broken the Chang'an Street, and the grass is not returned to the king's grandchildren. The first time I listened to the rain tonight, I heard the rain, and it was the first time I heard the Du Ruo Qing in Jiangnan.
The first time I heard the rain tonight, I heard the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. I am sorry for the butterflies in my dreams, and I am ashamed of the pied kingfisher in my love.
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. The river is a big river, and the Wuchang River is a big river, and there are ten thousand families in front of the Parrot Island.
The painting of the barge in the spring is not enough, dreaming of butterflies also looking for flowers. The fireworks have already entered the harbor of the cormorant, and the painted barge is still along the Parrot Island.
Drinking and waking up are not aware of it, but now it is at the head of the Han River. The tomb of Zhenniang, Zhang Hu, is the place where the Buddha buries her, and this is the place where the lonely soul returns.
The dance is a butterfly's dream, and the song is a thanksgiving to Burao. The first time I saw her, I was so happy to see her, and she was so happy to see me.
A sad flower has fallen, and I have no more complaints about the glory of spring. Peony Pei said, "There are a few peonies that want to fall into the city, but they are as glorious as peaches and plums.
I have never seen it in a poor place, but it is not like being born in the ground. The peony has no price, but it has its own name in spring.
The bees and butterflies have been coming and going with much love.
The flora is best suited to the new rain, and it is all in bloom. I'm not worried about the lazy window, but I'm late in pointing my brush at Liang Guang.
The poem "The Butterflies" was written in the same way as the "The Butterflies", which was written in the same way as the "The Butterflies". The first time I saw this is when I was in Tingzhou, and the second time I saw this is when I was in Tingzhou, and the third time I saw this is when I was in Tingzhou.
The fragrance of the hawthorn tree at the head of the river and the butterflies flying on the shore. The wine cup of Ruo leaf dews, and the jade square of Shu-tong is empty.
The Zhu building is a waterway, and the sand is warmed by a pair of fish. The first time I saw you, I saw you in the garden of the pear blossom, and I saw you in a dress.
I heard that the lover's complaint, you should go back on horseback. The bridge is late, the sun is warm, and the warblers are scarce.
I'm sorry, I can't make up a modern poem. I'm sorry, but I can't make up a modern poem.
7. Poems about butterflies
Butterflies are a beautiful insect, its delicate appearance, full body, dancing, highly favored by the people, and can cause the poet's associations, stimulate their desire to create. The Northern Song Dynasty poet Xie Yi wrote more than 300 butterfly poems in his life, known as "Xie butterfly", can be called a butterfly obsession.
In the eyes of the poets, the butterfly's form, its love, its play, its dance, its life and its death, all have great writability. The butterfly's life is written as follows: "The mothers are like silkworms, and the cocoons are like straw raincoats. Suddenly, it transforms into a butterfly with many flowers, and learns to fly before its wings are dry" (Butterfly by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty); and its dance: "A hundred feet of wandering threads scramble around the trees, and a group of delicate birds **** cry flowers. Butterflies play with bees at a thousand doors, and the blue trees and silver platforms have ten thousand colors" (Tang - Lu Zhaolin), "Flowers are low and leaves are new and small, and they fly and play in the bushes" (Tang - Bai Juyi); and its form: "Both eyebrows are rolled up in iron wires, and both wings are haloed with gold and blue. At the beginning, the flowers compete for color, but suddenly the ghosts leave without a trace" (Su Dongpo, "Ghost Butterflies"), "In the old days, a thousand snow-covered trees in the west of Guo, followed the butterflies into the wind" (Northern Song Dynasty - Xie Yi); and its dexterity: "seen in the flowers, and flying between the leaves" (Southern Liu Xiaoyuan), "Children rush after the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found" (Yang Wanli); and about its love: "It still seems to be seen among the flowers, flying in pairs" (Fifth Generation - Zhang Ju). Butterfly beautiful poetry is even more beautiful, read full of flavor.
Poets not only write about butterflies, but also like to give butterflies the breath of man. There are butterflies compared to the amorous son of: "gifted and frivolous", "a lifetime of gifted flow"; there will be butterflies compared to the beautiful woman: "Xizi seek the remains of the temple, Zhaojun looking for the old village" (Li Shangyin "butterfly"); more people will be butterflies with the "butterflies", and the "butterfly". ); some people even call butterflies, together with warblers, swallows and bees, the "Four Friends of Flowers", outlining the dynamic beauty of the world of flowers and personifying butterflies. Contemporary writer Eileen Chang wrote even better: "Every butterfly was once the ghost of a flower, and it flew back to the flowers in search of its own ghost." Here, the flower is the butterfly, and the butterfly is also the flower.
Because of the butterfly's dance, it is easy to remind people of the ethereal dream, so there is a "butterfly dream home for thousands of miles" sentence, wandering to the ends of the earth, butterfly dream, fluttering like home; some people simply into the butterfly's dream: "a hundred years of 36,000 days, the butterfly dream of a spring! ". There is even Zhuang Zhou, I do not know whether it is "butterfly Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou turned butterfly". Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai also turned into a butterfly after death, both dancing flowers, how free and cozy!
In flowers, birds, insects and fish, butterflies are undoubtedly a lucky child. It is not only by people singing, singing, description, painting, but also by people's care, really "three thousand favorites in one". "The dew is heavy, the wind is high and temporarily return. Under the tree in the south garden, the birds and swallows have the most opportunities." The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Butterfly dance flowers, a thousand dainty, pleasing to the eye, a butterfly poem is down and out of the wind, full of interest. The butterflies are a great sight to behold.
8. Poems about butterflies (good lines)
Jin Se Li Shangyin Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column is thinking of Chinese New Year.
Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng is obsessed with butterflies, and Wang Di's heart of spring is in the azalea. The moon of the ocean is bright and the pearl has tears, the sun of the blue field is warm and the jade has smoke.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in my life, and I've never seen her in my life. The first is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you want to do with your life. （
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the same boat as me, and I've never been in the same boat before.
Butterfly dream home 10,000 miles, azalea branches on the moon three more. The old garden books move through the years, Chinese hair spring only full of mirror born.
Since I don't go back to my home, I'll be able to go back to my home, and I'll be able to go back to my home, and I'll be able to go to my home. (This poem with beautiful language, neat meter, the spring, homesickness is expressed in a vivid, poetic) "Jiao Er Poetry" Li Shangyin want to fight nymphalid light, not thank the willow floss fast. （The poem "The Poetry of the Proud Child" by Li Shangyin is about nymphalizing and chasing after butterflies and catching willow flakes.
The car is like yesterday, looking at the Shu four or five rounds. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've never had a good time. Butterflies are flying in the south garden.
The waves love the old town, and the clouds think of the old mountains. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
The winds of the earth are in the right place, and there is no doubt about it.
The "and the master of the Ji Zhe grievances" (Southern Dynasty) Xie Overlook flowers chaotic number of butterflies, the wind curtains into the two swallows.
"Spring Poem" (Tang) Li Bai dust haunts the face of the swimmer, butterfly beauty hairpin. The two ancient meanings (bis) (Southern Dynasty) Liang Wudi flying double nymphalid butterflies, low and two different pools.
Two Songs of Qujiang (bis) (Tang) Du Fu, the day of the return of the spring clothes, every day, the head of the river to return to the drunkenness. The first is about the fact that the first time I was in the country, I was in the middle of the night, and the second was about the fact that I was in the middle of the night.
The nymphalid butterflies are y seen, the dragonflies fly in style, and the word is that the scenery **** flows, and the temporary companionship is not contrary to each other. [The song "Song of Water" (水调歌头)(泛湘江) (Song) Zhang Xiaoxiang, this matter, the God of Heaven paid me to go down to Canglang in June.
Cicadas shed their dust and butterflies dream of water and clouds. [The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the house, but it was a very good time for me to go back to the house.
After the Evening Day (Southern Liang) Jianwendi Xiao Gang, the bank of the willow drooping long leaves, the window peach drop fine hock. The flower leaves nymphalid powder, bamboo cataract dragonfly pearl.
"Answer" Liu Lingxian (female), the oriole in the leaves, playing butterflies in the flowers rushed. The butterflies don't transmit the dream of a thousand miles, but the children call out to break the three months.
Listening to the sound of the pillow to persuade people to return, it is difficult to return. (I hope that the king's division is set to miss his hometown) "Qingling Terrace" (Tang) Li Shangyin Qingling Terrace sunlight slanting, the soul of the ancient chastity Qimo Xia, not surprised that Han with nymphalid butterflies, waiting to fly on the other branches of the flower.
Li Yishan Poetry Collection "Winged Butterfly" (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi crazy with the willow sometimes see, dance into the pear flower where to find. In the evening of spring, the warm wind is fine, and the flower sellers are chasing each other across the bridge.
(Xie Yi made 300 butterfly poems, people called Xie Hu Die, Yuzhang Poetry ) "Jingnan Bamboo Poems - Wing Liang Zhu" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu readers to go to the deserted platforms, years and years of spring winds long wild moss. The peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and the butterflies are flying again.
Ningbo Liang Zhu tomb, Yixing Zhu Yingtai reading place, there are often butterflies gathered, the local set "Double Butterfly Festival" on the first day of March in the lunar calendar (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) "Riverwalk" (Tang Dynasty) fish Xuanji embracing the river Wuchang oblique, the parrot continent in front of the 10,000 families. The painting of the barge is not enough to sleep in the spring, and the dream of butterflies is also looking for flowers.
The last two sentences, the spring color on the river is very charming, although in the dream, but also feel the sentiment of the swing. The first two lines of the song are the same as the last two lines of the song, but the last two lines are the same as the last two lines of the song.
"Clear View" (Tang) Wang driving before the rain, the first time to see the flowers among the stamens, after the rain and no leaves in the flowers. Nymphalid butterflies fly over the wall, should be suspected of spring color in the neighboring house.
"Nymphalid butterfly" Liang Jianwendi replicated this from the phoenix butterfly, double flowers on the fly; to send a message to the people who know each other, the same heart will not be violated. The butterflies dance in the mountains, and the flowers blossom with a jade face.
"Walking alone along the river in search of flowers" Tang Du Fu stayed in the butterfly when dancing, from the delicate warbler cha cha cry. Li Shangyin < butterflies > one of the four lonely butterflies small scarlet wandering, flirtatious pink wings open.
And should hurt the bright, often near the snow. The second one is about the leaves again and again, the slanting bridge to the side of the door.
The only white flower is the willow wadding, which may be warm. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Every year, the fragrant things are all over, come to say goodbye to the broken orchids and fungi. The first three of them are in the small garden, a little bit with the trivial surroundings.
I am afraid that the dust of the fragrance will be broken, and I am worried about the melting of the snow. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
Looking back, the two swallows flew into the bar. The first one is the one with the most important thing in the world, and the second one is the one with the most important thing in the world.
The two of them have been in the same place for a long time, but they have been in the same place for a long time. The only thing I can say is that I'm not a fan of this.
The first thing I want to do is to invite the lonely guest to sing for the night. The first one is about the butterfly, and the second one is about the butterfly, and the third one is about the butterfly. Here are two iambic pentameter poems related to butterflies.
Turning Tail Chain Qing-anonymous Spring Clearing Pleasant Magpie Noise Qianjin Magpie Noise Qianjin Liu Mei Xinjin Liu Mei New Flower Loves Butterfly New Flower Loves Butterfly Going to Come and Go Butterfly Loves Flower New Butterfly Loves Flower New Measure Liu Jin New Measure Liu Jin Qianjin Noise Magpie Tsu Qianjin Noise Magpie Pleasant Clearing Spring.