Ancient Poetry About Birds Thousands of Miles 1. Add the poem about having birds for thousands of miles
Two orioles singing in the green willow, a line of egrets on the blue sky; (Du Fu's "Absolute Verse")
Spring sleep does not sleep in the morning, and everywhere smells the crowing birds; (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
A few early warblers scramble for warmth of the trees, and who's spring swallows pecking at the fresh mud; (Bai Juyi's (Bai Juyi, "Spring Walk on Qiantang Lake")
The geese have passed by, and they are sad, but they know each other from the old days; (Li Qingzhao, "The Sound of the Voice")
The blue grasses on the steps are in the spring color, and the oriole in the next leaf is in the air, which is a good sound; (Du Fu, "The Phase of Shu")
The moonrise startles the birds in the mountains, and the birds are singing in the spring streams. (Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream")
The birds fly away from a thousand mountains, and the tracks of ten thousand people are extinguished. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiangxue)
Tears are splashed on the flowers in the time of sensation, and the birds are frightened by the feeling of parting. (Du Fu: Spring Hope)
Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and the crowing birds are heard everywhere. (Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
"The clouds are born in my chest, and the birds return to me in my eyes" (Du Fu: "Looking at Yue"). (Du Fu: "Looking at Yue")
The mountain air is beautiful day and night, and the birds return to each other. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking Wine")
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the pools empty the hearts of the people. (Changjian: "The Zen Garden behind the Broken Mountain Temple")
The birds have flown high, and the clouds have gone alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")
The birds sleep in the trees by the pool, and the monk knocks at the door under the moon. (Jia Dao: "Questions on the Pilgrimage of Li Ning"
Cicadas are more quiet than the forest, and birds are singing in the mountains. (Wang Ji: "Entering the Ruoye Stream")
The butterflies are always dancing, and the warblers are always crying; (Du Fu: "Walking Alone in Search of Fragrance by the River")
The geese are flying high in the darkness of the moon, and the monarchs are escaping in the night. (Lu Lun's "Under the Seas")
When will the swallows return, and when will the peach blossoms on the banks of the river be dipped into the water? (Song - Xu Ju Ju's "Spring Lake Tour")
The grass grows along the shore, and the yellow oriole is singing in the deep trees. (Wei Yingwu, "Western Stream in Chuzhou")
The flowers bloom in the red trees, and the egrets fly in the lake; (Xu Yuanjie, "On the Lake")
In March, the remaining flowers fall and bloom even more, and the swallows fly under the small eaves day after day. (Wang Ling's "Sending Spring")
What is the resemblance of floating? I'm a gull in heaven and earth. (Xin Qiji's "Moon on the Western River")
I see the sun on the half-wall of the sea, and I hear the rooster in the sky. (Li Bai's "Dreaming of the Sky")
The grass is dry and the eagle's eye is fast, the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light. (Wang Wei's "Watching the Hunt")
The grass grows long and the warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. (Gao Ding's "The Village Dwelling")
The egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and the fish in peach blossoms and water are fat. (Zhang Zhihe's "Fishing Songs")
The chickens were driven to the trees, and I heard them knocking at the wood. (Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village")
The shadow of the hanging is divided into thousands of geese, and the resignation is dispersed into nine autumn puffs. (Bai Juyi's "Feelings of Looking at the Moon")
Old crows in withered vines, small bridges and flowing rivers; (Ma Zhiyuan's "Thoughts of Autumn")
Lonely clouds will be the wild cranes, will they not live on earth? (Liu Changqing's "Sending Off a Man")
The spring rain is fine at the gate of Hengmen independently, and white chickens fly up to the branches of the trees to crow. (Ye Shao-weng's "Xixi")
The moonrise startles the mountain birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream")
The horses follow the north wind, and the birds nest in the south branch. (Nineteen Ancient Poems)
Birds fly back to their hometowns, and foxes die in the first place. (Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters on Mourning Ying")
Cicadas are quieter in the forests, and birds are singing in the mountains; (Wang Ji's "Entering the Ruoye Stream")
The river grasses are all in line with the falling rain of the river, and the birds of the six dynasties are crowing as if they were in a dream. (Tang Dynasty, Wei Zhuang's Taicheng)
The flowers fall from the grass, and the birds cry in the spring mountains. (Li Hua's "Spring Walking"
2. Ancient Poetry About Birds
Birds go and birds come to the mountains, people sing and people cry in the sound of water. --Du Mu
Why should I strike the mortal bird, and spill my hair and blood on the plains? --Du Fu
Spring Dawn
Meng Haoran
Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and crowing birds are heard everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain in the night, and the number of flowers falling.
Mount Hope
Du Fu
Dai Zongfu how? The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is going on in my life.
The world's most beautiful city is the city of the gods, and the yin and the yang cut the dawn.
The clouds are born from the swinging of the chest, and the birds are returned to their home by the eye of the beholder.
The first thing you need to do is to get to the top of the mountain and see all the mountains.
Birdsong Stream
Wang Wei
The osmanthus flowers fall in idleness, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
The moonrise startled the mountain birds, and they were singing in the spring stream.
Painting
Wang Wei
The mountains are colored from afar, and the water is silent.
The flowers are still there in the spring, and the birds are not frightened by the coming of the people.
The Zen Garden behind the Broken Mountain Temple
Chang Jian
Early in the morning, I entered the ancient temple, and the first sunlight shone on the high forest.
The path of the bamboo is quiet, and the Zen room is deep in flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains delights the birds, and the shadow of the pool empties the heart.
The mountains are so beautiful that it makes the birds happy, and the pools are so empty.
Jiangxue
Liu Zongyuan
The birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and the people are gone.
The two men were in the same boat, but they were not in the same boat.
Two yellow orioles singing in the green willow, a line of egrets in the blue sky - Du Fu (绝句)
A few early warblers scrambling to warm the trees, and a new swallow pecking at the mud in the spring. I want to ride the light horse, the snow is full of bow and sword. Lu Lun〈 塞下曲〉
3. Ancient Poems about Birds
1. The moonrise startles the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream")
2. Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people's footprints are extinguished along ten thousand paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "River Snow")
3. The flower splashes tears when feeling the time, and the bird frightens the heart when hating to say goodbye. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
4. Spring sleep without realizing the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds. (Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
5. (Du Fu: "Looking at Yue")
6. The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds return to each other. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking Wine")
7. The light of the mountain pleases the birds, and the shadow of the pool empties the heart. (Chang Jian: "Questions on the Zen Garden after the Broken Mountain Temple")
8. The birds are flying high, and the lonely clouds are going alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")
9. Birds sleep in the trees by the pool, and monks knock at the door under the moon. (Jia Dao: "Questions on Li Ning's Residence")
10. The cicadas are more quiet than the forest, and the birds are singing in the mountains. (Wang Ji: "Into the Ruoye Stream")
There's no end to the flowers falling, déjà vu swallow return.
The first time I saw this, I had to go back to the old days, when I was a kid, and I had to go back to the old days.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get to the top of the world.
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.
The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances.
When the geese return, the moon is full in the west tower.
The gulls and herons are all in a state of shock.
When the geese return, the moon is full in the west tower.
When the geese return, the moon is full in the west tower.
A crane in the clear sky is rowing up the clouds, and it leads the poetic feelings to the blue sky.
The yellow crane never returns, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.
The grass is so miserable that it is like a parrot island.
The birds of prey are all gone, the bow is hidden.
The flowers do not speak in tears.
Zhuang Sheng's dream of butterflies, the Emperor's heart of spring to azalea.
The parrot can speak, but not away from the bird.
4. What are the ancient poems describing birds
1. The moonrise startled the mountain birds, singing in the spring stream.
(Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream") 2.Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people disappear from ten thousand paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiangxue") 3. The flower splashes tears when feeling the time, and the bird scares the heart when hating to say goodbye.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 4. Spring sleep does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds. (Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 5. The clouds are born in the chest, and the birds return in the eyes.
(Du Fu: "Looking at Yue") 6. The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds return with each other. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking Wine") 7. The light of the mountain pleases the birds, and the shadow of the pool empties the heart.
(Chang Jian: "Questions on the Zen Garden after the Broken Hill Temple") 8. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") 9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock at the door under the moon.
(Jia Dao: "Questions on Li Ning's Residence") 10. The cicadas are quieter than the forest, and the birds are singing in the mountains. (Wang Ji: "Entering Ruoye Stream").
5. Ancient Poems about Birds
1. Tang - Liu Zongyuan "Jiangxue"
Selected passages from the original text:
Thousands of birds fly away in the mountains, and ten thousand paths are lost in the tracks of people.
A lonely boat with a straw hat, fishing alone in the cold river snow.
Explanation:
The birds are not seen in thousands of mountains; the pedestrians are not seen in thousands of paths. On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing a straw raincoat and a bucket hat was fishing alone in the snow and wind.
2. Pre-Qin - Anonymous "Xiao Ya - Yellow Bird"
Selected passages from the original text:
The yellow bird, the yellow bird, does not gather in the valley, and does not peck my corn. The people of this state are not willing to accept the valley. I will return to my state in a whirlwind and restore my state.
The yellow bird, the yellow bird, does not gather in the mulberry, does not peck at my sorghum. The people of this country are not to be confused with the people of this country. The yellow bird is not gathered in the mulberry tree, nor pecked at my sorghum.
The yellow bird, the yellow bird, does not gather in the mulberry, does not peck at my millet. The people of this country are not to be trifled with. The first thing I want to do is to return to my father.
Comment:
Listen, yellow bird, yellow bird, don't gather together in Ceres, and don't peck out my corn. Those who live in this countryside now refuse to raise me. I often think of going home to my beloved homeland.
Listen, yellow bird, don't gather on the branches of the mulberry tree, don't peck out my millet. Do not speak to him with sincerity, for he who dwells in this township. Often think of going home to be with my brother.
Listen, yellow bird, yellow bird, don't gather on the quercus tree, don't peck out my millet. Those who live in this township, do not spend long with him. Often I long to go home, to my father's side.
3. Tang - Li Shangyin, "The Flowing Warbler"
Selected passages from the original text:
The flowing warbler is drifting and wandering, and it does not hold on to itself when it crosses the street and is facing the stream.
How can we sing without intention, and how can we not have a good time?
The wind, the dew, the night, the cloud, the sun, the opening and closing of thousands of doors, the wind, the dew, the night, the cloud, the sun, the opening and closing of thousands of doors.
The first time I heard the song, I couldn't bear to listen to it, but it was so beautiful that I couldn't bear to listen to it.
Comment:
The warbler, fluttering everywhere, flying up and down; crossing the path, approaching the river, unable to hold itself. How can a beautifully chirping song be without intent? When it comes to a good time, there may not be a good time. The chirping is in the wind, the sun, the night, the cloudy day, the chirping is in the time when thousands of doors open and close.
I once suffered from a broken spring and could not bear to listen to it again, where in the capital there are flower branches that can be perched?
4. Song - Ouyang Xiu "painted eyebrow bird"
Original passage:
Hundreds of warbles and thousands of voices randomly moved, the mountain flowers red and purple trees high and low.
The first thing I know is that it is not as easy to listen to the golden cage as it is to cry freely in the forest.
Explanation:
The bird's chirping is echoing at will with its own heart, and the mountain flowers are blooming in the trees. I realized that the cries of the painted eyebrow locked in a golden cage were far less than the cries of the birds when they roamed in the forest.
5. Tang Du Fu, "Looking at Yue"
Selected passages from the original text:
How is Dai Zongfu? The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one.
The creation of the gods, yin and yang cut the dawn and dusk.
The first time I saw this was when I was a young man, and the second time I saw it was when I was a young man.
The first thing I want to say is that I'm going to be able to see the world from the top of the mountain.
Comment:
The towering Mount Tai, in the end how majestic? The first thing you need to do is to get out of Qilu, and you can still see the green peaks. The magic of nature will gather a thousand kinds of beautiful scenery, the mountain south and north of the mountain separated out of the morning and dusk. Layers of white clouds, cleansing the chest gully; fluttering birds, flying into the eye of the scenery. Must climb to the summit of Mount Tai, overlooking the mountains, full of pride.
6. Ancient poems about birds
1. The moonrise startled the mountain birds, singing in the spring stream.
(Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream") 2.Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people's footprints are extinguished along ten thousand paths. (Liu Zongyuan "River Snow") 3. Sentimental flowers splash tears, hate the birds scared.
(Du Fu "Spring Hope") 4. Spring sleep does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds. （Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" (孟浩然《春晓》)5.
(Du Fu's "Looking at Yue") 6. The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds are still with each other. (Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Wine") 7. The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the pools empty the hearts of the people.
(Changjian, "The Zen Garden behind the Broken Mountain Temple") 8. (Li Bai's "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") 9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door under the moon.
(Jia Dao, "The Question of Li Ning's Residence") 10. Cicadas clamor in the forest, and birds sing in the mountains. (Wang Ji's "People's Ruoye Stream") Two yellow orioles in the green willow, a line of egrets in the blue sky - Du Fu (绝句) A few early warblers compete for the warmth of the trees, who is the new swallow pecking the mud in spring.
- Bai Juyi (Spring Walk on Qiantang Lake) The moon is dark and the geese are flying high, and the monarchs are fleeing at night. I want to ride the light horse, but the snow is full of bows and knives.
Lulun (《 塞下曲》), a poem with the word "bird" in it. The butterflies dance all the time, and the warblers cry all the time. --The two swallows are flying back and forth, and the peach blossoms are dipping into the water on the banks.
--Song Xu Pu's "Spring Lake Tour" I have no pity for the grass that grows along the shore, and the oriole that calls from the deep trees. --The flowers are blooming, the warblers are crowing, and the egrets are flying in the grassy lake.
--Song Xu Yuanjie "On the Lake" In March, the remaining flowers fall and bloom, and the swallow flies to the small eaves day after day. The world is a sand gull.
--Tang Du Fu "Traveling in the Night". 1. The moonrise startles the birds in the mountains, and sometimes they sing in the spring streams.
(Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream") 2.Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people's footprints are extinguished along ten thousand trails. (Liu Zongyuan "River Snow") 3. Sentimental flowers splash tears, hate the birds scared.
(Du Fu "Spring Hope") 4. Spring sleep does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds. （Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" (孟浩然《春晓》)5.
(Du Fu's "Looking at Yue") 6. The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds are still with each other. (Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Wine") 7. The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the pools empty the hearts of the people.
(Changjian, "The Zen Garden behind the Broken Mountain Temple") 8. (Li Bai's "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") 9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door under the moon.
(Jia Dao, "The Question of Li Ning's Residence") 10. Cicadas clamor in the forest, and birds sing in the mountains. (Wang Ji's "People's Ruoye Stream") Two yellow orioles in the green willow, a line of egrets in the blue sky - Du Fu (绝句) A few early warblers compete for the warmth of the trees, who is the new swallow pecking the mud in spring.
- Bai Juyi (Spring Walk on Qiantang Lake) The moon is dark and the geese are flying high, and the monarchs are fleeing at night. I want to ride the light horse, but the snow is full of bows and knives.
Lulun (《 塞下曲》), a poem with the word "bird" in it. The butterflies dance all the time, and the warblers cry all the time. --The two swallows are flying back, and the peach blossoms are dipping into the water.
--Song Xu Pu's "Spring Lake Tour" I have no pity for the grass that grows along the shore, and the oriole that calls from the deep trees. --The flowers are blooming, the warblers are crowing, and the egrets are flying on the grassy lake.
--Song Xu Yuanjie "On the Lake" In March, the remaining flowers fall and bloom, and the swallow flies to the small eaves day after day. The world is a sand gull.
--Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Writing Reminiscences at Night During a Journey" There is nothing to be done about the flowers falling down, but the swallows are coming back.
There is no other way to get to the top of the list, so I'm going to go back to the top of the list.
--Tang Bai Juyi, "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the breeze sounds the cicadas in the middle of the night. --The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the clear wind chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night.
--Tang Li Bai, "Dreaming of Traveling to Tianmu" (梦游天姥吟留别) Two yellow orioles sing in the green willow, and a line of egrets goes up to the blue sky. --The two orioles are singing in the green willow, and a line of white herons is going up to the blue sky.
--Tang Dynasty--Wang Wei, "Watching the Hunting" The grass grows long and the warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. --Tang Bai Juyi, "The White Heron Flies in Front of Xisai Mountain", "Peach Blossoms and Flowing Mandarin Fish are Fertile".
--Song --Zhang Zhihe "Fishing Songs" Chickens were driven to the trees, and then I heard them knocking on the wood. ---Tang Du Fu, "Three Songs of Qiang Village (One)" The shadow of the hanging is divided into thousands of miles of geese, and the resignation is dispersed into nine autumn puffs.
--Tang Bai Juyi, "Feelings of Looking at the Moon" The withered vine, the old tree, the crows, the small bridge and the flowing river. --The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
--Song Ye Shaoweng "Xixi" ② with the word "bird" in the poem moonrise alarmed the mountain birds, sometimes singing in the spring stream. --The moon rises and startles the birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
--Tang Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn" The birds fly away from a thousand mountains, and the tracks of the people are extinguished. --- Tang Liu Zongyuan, "River Snow" The birds sleep in the trees by the pool, and the monks knock at the door under the moon.
--Tang Jia Dao, "The Question of Li Ning's Pilgrimage" ("《《Item on Li Ning's Pilgrimage》")胡马依北风，越鸟巢南枝. --The birds fly back to their hometowns, and the foxes will die in their first hills.
--Qu Yuan, "Nine Chapters on Mourning Ying" Cicadas are quieter in the forest, birds are singing in the mountains. --The cicada is more quiet in the forest, and the birds are more beautiful in the mountains.
--Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Spring Hope" The rain falls on the river and the grasses are all together, and the birds cry in the six dynasties. --The grass is falling from the river, and the birds are crying in the spring mountains.
--Li Hua, "Spring Walking" (春行即兴) The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the pools empty the hearts of the people. --The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadow of the pools empties the hearts of the people.
--Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" (望岳) The white hair is sad about the flowers falling, and the green clouds are envious of the birds flying.
--- Tang Cen Sen, "Send the Left Province to Du Pickup" The wind is warm and the birds are broken, and the sun is high and the shadow of the flowers is heavy.
--Tang Du Xunhe, "Complaints of the Spring Palace".
7. Ancient Poems about Birds
The moonrise startles the mountain birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream.
-- Tang - Wang Wei "Birdsong Stream" Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and crowing birds are heard everywhere. --Tang Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn", "Birds fly away from a thousand mountains, and people's traces are extinguished along ten thousand paths.
--Tang Liu Zongyuan, "River Snow", "Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock at the door under the moon". --Tang Jia Dao, "The Question of Li Ning's Pilgrimage" (《胡马依北风》), and "Birds Nesting in the South" (越鸟巢南枝).
-- "Nineteen Ancient Poems" (《古诗十九首》之《行行重行行行》) "Birds fly back to their hometowns, and foxes must die in their first hills. --Qu Yuan, "Nine Chapters on Mourning Ying" Cicadas are quieter in the forest, and birds are singing in the mountains.
-- Tang - Wang Ji "into the Ruoye Stream" feeling when the flowers splash tears, hate to say goodbye to the birds alarmed. --Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Spring Hope", "The rain is falling on the river, the grass is all together, the six dynasties are like a dream, the birds are crying in the air.
--Tang Weizhuang, "Taicheng", "The grass falls from the flowers, and the birds cry in the spring mountains". --The mountain light pleases the birds, and the shadow of the pool empties the hearts of the people.
--Tang Changjian, "The Zen Garden after the Broken Mountain Temple", "Swinging the chest and generating clouds, and entering the returning birds with a determined eye". ---Tang Du Fu, "Looking at Yue," "White hair is sad about the falling flowers, and green clouds are envious of the birds.
--Tang Cen Sen, "Sending to Du Gleaner of the Left Province", "The wind is warm and the sound of birds is broken, and the sun is high and the shadow of flowers is heavy".
--- Tang Du Xunhe, "Spring Palace Complaint", a poem describing the bird, which is a playful butterfly dancing at times, and a delicate warbler crowing precisely.
--Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Walking Alone in Search of Fragrance by the River", "When will the swallows return, and when will the peach blossoms on the banks be dipped into the water? --Song Xu Ju Ju's "Spring Lake Tour" (春游湖), "I pity the grass that grows along the shore, and the oriole that chirps in the deep trees above.
--Tang Wei Yingwu, "Western Stream in Chuzhou", "The blossoms of the red trees are in disarray, and the egrets fly on the grassy lake". --Song Xu Yuanjie, "On the Lake", March flowers fall and bloom, and swallows fly to the small eaves day after day.
--Song - Wang Ling "Sending Spring" What is it like to float? The world is a sand gull. ---Tang Du Fu, "Writing Reminiscences at Night During a Journey" ("無奈何花落去"), and "Deja Vu" (似曾曾相识燕回来).
--Song Yan Shu's "Raccoon River Sand" (浣溪沙), "Early warblers compete for the warmth of the trees, and new swallows peck at the mud in spring" ("早莺争暖树"). ---Tang Bai Juyi, "Spring Walk on Qiantang Lake" The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the breeze sounds the cicadas in the middle of the night.
--Song Xin Qiji, "The Moon on the Western River", "Half of the wall sees the sun on the sea, and the sky hears the rooster in the air". ---Tang Li Bai, "Dreaming of Traveling to Tianmu and Reciting Farewell" Two yellow orioles are singing in the green willow, and a line of white egrets is going up to the blue sky.
--Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Four Styles" (《绝句四首》), "The grass is withered and the eagle's eyes are fast, the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light. ---Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei, "Watching the Hunting", "The grass grows long and the warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are intoxicated by the spring smoke".
--Tang Bai Juyi (白居易) "The white heron flies in front of Xisai Mountain, and the Mandarin fish in peach blossoms and flowing water are fat" (Tang Bai Juyi). --Song Zhang Zhihe's "The Fishing Song" (漁歌子), "Driving the chickens to the trees, and then I heard them knocking on the firewood thorns".
--Tang Du Fu, "Three Songs of Qiang Village" (one of them), "The shadow of the hanging is divided into thousands of miles of geese, and the resignation is dispersed into nine autumn puffs. ---Tang Bai Juyi, "Feelings of Looking at the Moon," "Old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing rivers, and homes.
--Yuan Ma Zhiyuan "Autumn Thoughts" Lonely clouds will be wild cranes, will not live on earth? --Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane" is about the wild grasses by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and the setting sun at the mouth of Wuyi Lane.
In the old days, the swallows flew into the homes of the common people. The Spring of Tianjingsha is a spring with no name, warm sun and wind, and the curtain bar of the pavilion.
The willows and swings in the courtyard. The bridge and the water are red.
Horse Li He desert sand like snow, Yanshan moon like a hook. The first thing you need to do is to get out of the way and go on a walk in the fall.
Wuyi Lane Liu Yuxi, by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, the wild grass flowers, Wuyi Lane, the setting sun slanting. In the old days, the swallows in front of the hall of Wang Xie flew into the homes of the common people.
Yanshu's "Raccoon Creek Sage" spring hate words: a new lyrics a cup of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. The sun sets in the west, how long will it take to get back? There is nothing you can do about the flowers falling, déjà vu, the swallows are coming back.
The small garden and the fragrant path are wandering alone. The first is the one in which the woman is not a woman, and the second is the one in which the woman is not a woman, and the third is the one in which the woman is not a woman, and the third is the one in which the woman is not a woman.
Ask the Han Palace who can be like, poor Swallow leaning on the new makeup. The song "Han Palace Song" Xu Ning water-colored xiao xiao before the flow of jade frost, Zhao family Swallow service Zhaoyang.
Tianjingsha Spring Nameless spring mountain warm sun and wind, appendage pavilion curtain bar. The willow swing is in the courtyard.
Crying warblers and dancing swallows, small bridges and flowing water flying red. The desert sand is like snow, and the moon is like a hook in Yanshan.
When you are in the middle of the night, you will be able to walk in the fall. The sun is setting at the end of Wuyi Lane.
In the old days, the swallows flew into the homes of the common people. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I saw a girl.
There's nothing you can do about it, but it's like déjà vu, the swallows are coming back. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
In March, the flowers fell, and the swallows flew in every day. The school officials met the waiting riders, and the guards were all in Yanran.
The sound of horns filled the sky in the autumn colors, the swallow fat on the plugging night purple. The wind is blowing, and the sycamores are falling. The first taste of green wine is easy to get drunk. A pillow of small window sleep, purple Weiwei Zhu hibiscus flowers, but the slanting sun shines on the appendix. When the two swallows want to return, the silver screen was slightly cold last night. Tianjingsha Spring Unknown spring mountain warm sun and wind, appendage pavilion curtain bar.
The willow swing in the courtyard. The bridge and the water flow are red.
Butterfly Lovers Su Shi flower retreat red apricot small, swallows fly, green water around the house; branches of willow cotton blowing and less, the end of the world where there is no grass. The wall swing outside the wall road, outside the wall walkers wall inside the beautiful people laugh; laugh gradually do not hear the sound gradually disappear, love always be ruthless annoyed!
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8. A Complete List of Ancient Poems About Birds
1.
The window contains a thousand snowy autumns in the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles in the East Wu.
Explanation:
Two orioles chirp among the green willows, and a line of egrets rushes straight up to the blue sky. Sitting in front of the window you can see the thousand year old snow of the West Ridge, and at the door is moored the ten thousand mile ship that sailed from the East Wu.
2, painted eyebrow bird
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Hundreds of chirps and thousands of voices randomly moved, the mountain flowers red and purple trees high and low.
The first to know the lock to the golden cage to listen to, less than the forest to cry.
Explanation:
The painted eyebrow bird has a thousand cries and a hundred chirps, and it flies in the forest with its own heart, and travels freely in the branches full of red, purple and purple mountain flowers. Now I realize: I used to hear that the lock in the golden cage of the painting eyebrow call, far less than the leisurely forest when the free cry.
3. Lonely Geese
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Lonely geese don't drink and peck, and they fly and sing to remember the group.
Who cares about a piece of shadow, and lose the clouds?
The first time I saw a goose, I saw it in the sky, and I heard it in the sky.
The crows have no idea what they're doing, but they're singing from the top of their lungs.
Comment:
The lonely geese do not drink or eat or peck, and their voices are full of thoughts of their flock mates. The birds disappeared in the sea of clouds, who will pity the sky of the lonely geese? The lonely geese look at the end of the world, as if vaguely see the partners in front of them; wailing endlessly, as if more and more heard the companions of the call. The wild crows do not understand the feelings of the lonely geese, just focus on their own song and noise.
4, partridge
Tang Dynasty: Zheng Gu
Warm play in the smoke of the brocade wings together, Pinliu should be close to the mountain chicken.
The rain is faint, the grass by the lake, the flowers fall in the temple of Huangling cry.
The first time a traveler hears of a wet sleeve, a beautiful person sings of a low green eyebrow.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Explanation:
In the warm season, the partridges play in the plains with colorful wings, and look at their demeanor, the category is similar to that of the usual lively mountain chickens. At dusk in the smoke and rain from the Qingcao Lake swiftly flew past, the flower season to hide in the cold Huangling Temple cry. Guests in a foreign land just heard the chirping can not help but tears wet sleeves, beautiful people just sing full of lovesickness "partridge", green and black eyebrows on the gloomy lowered. Wide Xiangjiang River partridge calls rise and fall, corresponding to each other, they are perched in the depths of the bitter bamboo red sun has been in the west.
5, Hongqiao song
Two Han: Liu Bang
Hongqiao flying high, a thousand miles.
The feathered quill is ready, and it cuts across the four seas.
The first time I saw a swan, I saw it in the air, and then I saw it in the sky.
The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a streamer, but I don't have to do that.
Interpretation:
The swan flies to the sky and can fly thousands of miles (high) at once. The swan's wings are now full and it can soar over the four seas. What can you do to it when it can soar over the four seas? Even if you have sharp arrows, what can you do to it?
9. Poems about birds
1. The moonrise startles the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream") 2.Birds fly away in a thousand mountains, and people disappear in ten thousand paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiangxue")
3. Sentimental flowers splash tears, hate to part with the bird alarmed. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 4. Spring sleep does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds. (Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
5. Swing your chest to the clouds and your eyes to the birds. (Du Fu: "Looking at Yue") 6. The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds return with each other. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking Wine")
7. The light of the mountain pleases the birds, and the shadow of the pool empties the heart. (Chang Jian: "Questions on the Zen Garden behind the Broken Mountain Temple") 8. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")
9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao: "Questions on Li Ning's Residence") 10. Cicadas clamor in the forest, and birds are singing in the mountains. (Wang Ji: "Entering the Ruoye Stream")
10.Poems about Birds
I have no pity for the grass that grows along the shore, and the oriole that calls from the deep trees. --Tang Wei Yingwu, "Western Stream in Chuzhou"
The bees and butterflies fly over the wall, but I suspect that spring is in the neighboring house.
There's nothing I can do about it, but I'm sure I've seen it all before. --Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Absolute Verse"
I feel sorry for the grasses that grow along the shore, and the orioles that sing in the deep trees above. --Tang Dynasty--Wei Yingwu, "The Western Stream of Chuzhou"
The phoenix screams as the jade of Kunshan shatters, and the hibiscus weeps and dews as the fragrant orchid smiles. --Tang Dynasty, Li He, "Li Ping Konghou Quotation"
A crane in the clear sky rises above the clouds, and it leads the poetic feelings to the blue sky.
A crane in the clear sky rises above the clouds and leads the poet to the blue sky.
When will the swallows come back, and when will the peach blossoms on the bank be dipped into the water? --Song Xu Ju Ju's "Spring Tour to the Lake"
I have no pity for the grass that grows along the shore, and the oriole that calls from the deep trees. --Tang Wei Yingwu, "Western Stream in Chuzhou"
The blossoms of the red tree are crowing, and the egrets are flying in the long grass of the Pinghu Lake. --Song Xu Yuanjie, "On the Lake"
In March, the remaining flowers fall and bloom, and the swallows fly to the small eaves day after day. ---Song Wang Ling, "Sending Spring"
What is the resemblance of floating? The world is a sand gull.
There's nothing I can do about the flowers falling, but it's déjà vu for the swallows to come back.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me, and I was very happy to see you. --Tang Bai Juyi, "Spring Walk on Qiantang Lake"
The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the clear wind chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night. --Song Xin Qiji, "Moon on the Western River"
Half of the wall sees the sun on the sea, and in the air, the sky is filled with roosters. --Tang Li Bai, "Dreaming of Traveling to Tianmu and Reciting Farewell"
Two yellow orioles sing in the green willow, and a line of egrets goes up to the blue sky. --Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Four Poems"
The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are fast, the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light. --Tang Dynasty - Wang Wei's "Watching the Hunting"
The grass grows and the warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are intoxicated by the spring smoke. --Tang Bai Juyi
The white heron flies in front of Xisai Mountain, and the fish in peach blossoms and water are fat. --Song Zhang Zhihe's "Fishing Songs"
The chickens were driven up to the trees, and then I heard them knocking on the wood thorns. --Du Fu, Tang Dynasty "Three Songs of Qiang Village"
The shadow of the hanging is divided into thousands of miles of geese, and the resignation is dispersed into nine autumn puffs. --- Tang Bai Juyi, "Feelings of Looking at the Moon"
The old trees with withered vines are full of crows, and people live on small bridges and flowing rivers.
The lonely clouds will be wild cranes, will not live on earth?
The spring rain is fine at the gate of Hengmen independently, and the white chickens fly up to the branches of the trees to cry.