Poems about bees and butterflies 1. Poems with the word bee
Autumn butterflies Bai Juyi Autumn flowers are purple, yellow butterflies.
The butterflies are small, and they fly to the west and east of the bushes. The wind is cool at the end of the day, and the flowers are falling from the bushes.
The butterflies are already dead in the bush. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of them.
The crane is not seen for a thousand years, and the pine is inhabited for a hundred feet. Two Autumn Butterflies by Luo Ye When the flowers in the Qin building were sprouting, 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 to be tired of the cold chrysanthemums, and it occupies the evening sun in a flutter.
If sad people see this, they should cry a thousand lines. Butterfly Li Fangjing The pink butterfly is still flying in the deep fall.
I have compassion for the people who are so lost in the season, as if they were in the spring.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey.
There are few chrysanthemums at the edge of the hedge.
The first four poems were written in the same style as the first four poems, but the second poem was written in the same style as the first four poems.
I am always ashamed of my old age, and I am not as light as a butterfly. Butterflies are not as light as the butterflies. When the butterflies fly close to the frost, they disappear and go to the red leaves***.
The heart of the flower has no rest, and the autumn butterfly has two plumes of flowers and trees. Autumn Butterfly Song Ziang The heart of all the flowers is gone, and the shadow of the butterflies in the empty garden is faint.
Although it is already a cool festival, it is still a sentimental flight. The chrysanthemums can be picked, and the orchids can be relied upon.
The first time I saw this, I was afraid of the frost, but I didn't know where to go. Autumn butterflies, which want to rest but fly again, love autumn-nyongs under the hibiscus leaves.
I know that the powder on my wings is all gone, and I am ashamed to come near the dancer's clothes. The Butterflies are a few lonely geese and a few crows.
The laurel blossoms fall with the rain, and the wutong leaves wither in the frost. The garden is in the doldrums, the hibiscus calyx has fallen, and a jade butterfly is in a delicate state.
It is not possible to describe the elegance and elegance of the style, and it is not possible to paint the lightness and thinness.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in a house, and I've never seen a woman in a house.
The sky and the blue sky are not filled with lonely birds, and the flat sand extends into the sunset.
The first day of the year is the first day of the year of the Chinese New Year, and the second day of the year of the Chinese New Year.
I love the new autumn butterflies, and I love to wear them with the wind. The first time I saw a butterfly in a mountain building on New Year's Eve, I was a butterfly holding a cold flower, and I had to go to the gully snake for thirty years.
Bottles of wine in front of the stirrups are guests, the mountain dream temporarily home. The rain is still dripping, and the spring breeze has brought us half a night of flowers.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good night's sleep, and listen to the crows outside the window. The first day of the year is the first day of the year when the sky is clear, and the clouds are light and the trees are light.
The butterflies in the fall of the leaves, the chickens in the afternoon. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the city, and you'll be able to see what's going on there.
The world is full of different opinions, and the sky is full of geese and geese with different journeys. After the drought, Chen Kou and Yang Wanli, I feel sorry for the butterflies in the fall, only with the sound of the night grasshopper **** sad.
The world is not yet wide enough for the eyes, but more importantly, for the articles.
The drought of last fall and this summer has been followed by the drought of last fall and this summer, and the Huaijiang River has not yet been cleaned and the Chenjiang River is boiling.
The starving people talk to each other to die without worrying, this year, the official exemption and buy up not. August 29th rain cleared up play Gulan Fang back cumulative rain can not come out, five days without salt acyl.
Even if there is rain, who will I tell when I go out?
I have a lot of time on my hands, but I don't know how much time I have.
I have an ancient orchid, and I have a dendrobium for it. The only one who knows it is the autumn butterfly.
The purple spike is dense, and the snowy velvet is overflowing. The fragrance of the country is on your sleeves, and you can sit in your seat and enjoy yourself.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the list, and how to get to the bottom. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
And Wu Zi Vice Zhi Hai Zhai Dharma feast should be supplied Lai three cars, pile of cases to withdraw from the counting sand. The first time I saw this is 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 monk's trousseau is sweaty and empty, and the Buddha has a few piles of red flowers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Rock Gui pay Zheng Shunju play pen on behalf of the invitation Heavenly fragrance fragrance through the cold gold, flick goose yellow Han deep. The first thing I want to do is to thank the west wind for calling me to my dream, and then I will follow the butterflies to the forest. The first time I saw it, it was a very good time for me to go back to my home.
The butterflies in the fall have no end of beauty, and the flowers in the cold only have a temporary fragrance. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
And the Lord Linghu nine days on the yellow and white two chrysanthemums to see Huai Liu Yuxi Calyx to welcome the cold show, the golden Ying with dew fragrance. The most important thing to remember is that it is not the only thing that you can do, but it is the most important thing that you can do.
The jadeite jadeite jadeite is a reflection of the color, and the clothes are mixed with colorful chapters. The sunny clouds are far away, and the autumn butterflies are close by.
It would be a good idea to come up with a nine-day festival. I'm not sure if I want to be a part of it, but I'm not sure if I want to be a part of it.
Bonghe Changsheren Evening Autumn Jixianyuan immediately send Xu Xue two ministers Sikong Shu Ai Ai Phoenix Palace, Orchid Terrace Jade Department through. The night frost condenses the tree feather, the morning sun shines phase wind.
The official is attached to the three stations, and the Confucianism has opened up a hundred clans. The first is the one in which the emperor is the first to be a member of the government, and the second is the one in which he is the first to be a member.
The book was written in a green scroll, and the lead was in green characters. The first is a book of the same name, and the second is a book of the same name.
The pool is connected with the sky and the spring is blue, and the forest is connected with the imperial fruits and red. The cold tortoise climbed to the old leaves, and the butterfly fell in love with the sparse bushes in autumn.
Yan Xie's essay and Zhong Pei's straight deeds are the same. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
The place is far away from Gusu, and the mountain is long to the east of Yuejie.
The first time I saw this is when I was a young man, and I was a young woman, and I was a young woman.
Blue on the thatched roof period of Wang Wei to supplement the Que Qian Qi mountain people do not see, the clouds go past the setting sun. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me.
The old man is not concerned about the world, and he is happy with the sky and the nature. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie, and then you'll be able to see what's going on.
2. What are the poems about butterflies and bees in spring
1, "Jiangnan Spring" (Tang Du Fanchuan)
Thousands of miles of warblers cry in green and red, the water villages and mountains Guo wine flag wind. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
2. "Spring in Tianjingsha" (Yuan Bai Pu)
The warm sun and wind in the spring mountains, and the curtain bar of the appendage pavilion.
In the courtyard of the willow swing.
The birds are crying and the swallows are dancing, and the bridge and the water are red.
3, "Spring Night Joyful Rain" (Tang Du Fu)
Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening.
The wind goes with the wind, and it is silent.
The path is dark with clouds, and the riverboat is bright with fire.
At dawn, the red wet place, flowers heavy Jin Guancheng.
4. "Qingming" (Song Gao Zhu)
There are many graveyards on the hills in the north and south.
The paper dust flies as white butterflies, and the blood of the tears stains the red azaleas.
The fox sleeps on the mound at sunset, and the children smile before the lamp at night.
The first time I saw this, I was drunk, but I was not drunk enough.
5, "Drunken Peach Garden" (Tang Feng Yansi)
South Park spring half of the time, the wind and heard the horse hoarse.
The plums are like beans and the willows are like eyebrows, and the butterflies are flying in the long day.
The dew of flowers is heavy, the grass is low, and the curtains of people's homes are hanging down.
The swings are so lazy, the swallows return to the painting beams.
6, "Jade Butterfly" (Tang Wen Tingyun)
Autumn wind is miserable and sad to leave, the traveler has 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 withered its face, the willow fell to the new eyebrow.
The fall of the willow makes people sad, and who would know about the broken heart?
7. "Jinse" (Tang Yu Xisheng)
The Jinse has fifty strings, one string and one column, thinking of Chinese years.
Zhuang Sheng's dream of butterflies, the Emperor's heart of spring to 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 her, and I've never seen her in the world.
8, "The wind and rain look at the boat in front of the fallen flowers, play for the new sentence" (Tang Du Fu)
People on the river peach tree branches, spring cold rain out of the sparse hedge.
The shadow is seduced by the blue water, and the wind is jealous of the red flowers.
The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in the world.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the bottom of the problem.
The bees and butterflies have a passion for each other, and the dragonflies avoid all the work by stealing their eyes.
9, "Bodhisattvas Barbarian" (Song Yanshu)
The autumn light is late under the high wu leaves.
The precious bushes have been transformed into golden marigolds.
It's still like last year.
The evening is approaching, and there are three or two branches in the evening.
The human condition must be durable.
The flowers are still there.
Don't be like the bees.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
10. "Linjiang Xian" (Song, Liu Chenweng)
The western song of the bird's clothing has lost its way, and there is no trace of snow on the broken shore.
The girl who returns to the village does not want to go to the village before her.
The warm wind has turned my sleeves, and the path suddenly opens.
But I remember the dark scent of the horses under the bridge at Lintang, and how it was not dusk.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world.
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.
3. A complete list of ancient poems about bees
I. Drunkenness in the sky
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Heqing
Bombing through the dream of Zhuangzhou Zhou, the two wings driving the east wind, three hundred famous gardens, a collection of an empty
Who said that the wind flow of the species, bluffing to kill the bees in search of perfume.
The flower sellers were slogging across the bridge.
Translation:
Breaking through that Zhuangzhou's dream, he came to reality, and his huge wings drove the vast east wind. He picked up all the nectar from the three hundred famous gardens, who knew that he was a natural wind-breeze, and scared away the bees that were picking honey. The wings gently fluttered, and the flower sellers were all slogging across the bridge to the east.
Second, even into
Song Dynasty: Rao Jie
Panasonic wood door closed green moss, only butterflies double fly to.
The bees are as big as cocoons, and the flowers are already in bloom.
The door of the pinewood is closed and covered with moss,
but the butterflies are flying in pairs.
The pollen balls on the legs of the bees are as big as cocoons,
probably because the spring flowers on the mountain in front of them are in full bloom again
Third, the bees
Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin
Regardless of whether the flat land and the tip of the mountain, the infinite scenery has been taken up.
After picking a hundred flowers to become honey, for whom is it hard and for whom is it sweet?
The bees are busy wherever the flowers bloom, whether on the flat land or on the high mountains.
The bees, you have picked up all the flowers and made nectar, for whom you have worked hard, and for whom you want to let them taste the sweetness?
Fourth, the rain is clear
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jia
The first time before the rain to see the flowers among the stamens, after the rain and no leaves in the flowers.
Nymphalid butterflies fly over the wall, but suspect that spring is in the neighboring house.
The first time I saw the stamen of a newly blossomed flower was before the rain, but after the rain, there was not even a single flower under the leaf.
The bees and butterflies flew over the wall in droves, making one suspect that the charming spring colors were in the neighbor's house.
Fifth, the heart of the bitter - willow back to the pond
Song Dynasty: He cast
Willow back to the pond, mandarin ducks, Pu. The green pimples have broken the path of the lotus boat. The red dresses have been taken off, and the heart is bitter.
The return of light to meet the tide, traveling clouds with rain. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it, but I want to be a part of it. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
Translation:
The willows surround the winding pond, and the thick and dense duckweed beside the remote water channel blocks the girl who picks lotus. There are no bees or butterflies to adore my delicate fragrance. Lotus gradually aging, knot a heart bitter.
The tide with the setting sun, surging into the lotus pond, traveling clouds with rain, mercilessly hit the lotus flowers. Swaying with the wind, she ah, as if to the tart complained of sadness: refused to open in the spring, but now in the autumn wind for no reason to suffer all the miserable.
4. Poems about butterflies
1, Tang - Li Bai "long dry rows of two songs"
The original text of the excerpts:
Moss deep can not be swept, the fall of the leaves of the autumn wind early.
The butterflies came in August and flew to the grass in the western garden.
Explanation:
The green moss is too thick to be swept, the leaves fall, and autumn comes early. In August, yellow butterflies fluttered and flew to the grass in the Western Garden.
2, Tang - Wang Dai "rain clearing"
The original selection:
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, but I suspect that spring is in the neighbor's house.
Explanation:
Before the rain, you can see the stamen of the flower, but after the rain, you can no longer see the flower in the middle of the green leaves. Bees and butterflies have flown to the other side of the wall, or suspect that the spring is in the neighbor's yard.
3. Tang Du Fu, "Two Songs on Qujiang River"
Selected excerpts from the original text:
The nymphs in the flowers are y seen, and the dragonflies in the water are flying in style.
The scenery **** flowed, and it was a moment of appreciation for each other.
Interpretation:
But see the butterflies in the flowers deep shuttle back and forth, dragonflies in the surface of the water and fly, pointing the water from time to time. Send word to the spring light, let me linger with the spring light, though we enjoy each other for a while, don't go against it!
4, Tang - Huang Chao "title chrysanthemum"
The original excerpts:
Za soughing west wind planted all over the yard, the stamens cold fragrance cold butterflies difficult to come.
If I were to become the Green Emperor in the next year, I would report to the peach blossoms and bloom in one place.
Comment:
The soughing autumn wind rolled to the ground, full of garden chrysanthemums fluttering. The flowers and stamens are full of cold, and the butterflies and bees are hard to come by. One day, I will be the god of spring, and I will arrange for chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.
5, Tang - Meng Haoran "Qingming that is"
The original selection:
Dili heavy Qingming, the hearts of the people since the sadness e79fa5e98193e4b893e5b19e31333431346339.
The sound of the car on the road to merge, the color of the willows in the east of the city Jade.
The flowers and grasses are growing together, and the warblers are playing with the butterflies.
The empty hall is sitting in memory of each other, drink tea to talk about drunkenness.
Explanation:
Once a year in Beijing, it is Qingming again, and people's hearts are naturally filled with sadness and longing. The sound of carriages is busy on the road, 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.
5. Ancient Poems Describing Butterflies, Bees, Dragonflies
Ancient Poems Describing Butterflies Staying to Play Butterflies Dancing at Times, Freedom in the Joyful Warbler Crying Cha Cha ------- Dufu's "Solitary Steps in Search of Flowers on the Riverbank" Children hurrying to chase after yellow butterflies flying into the cauliflower with no place to find ------- Yang Wanli's "Staying at Xugong's Store in Xinshi" Butterflies fall with the flower pieces, Swallows flick the water lines to fly -------- Zuo Wei's "Spring Evening Nymphalid butterflies fly over the wall, but suspected that spring is in the neighboring house--------Wang Dai "Rain and Clear" Butterflies with red stamens and bees with powder, ****help the green ** building one day busy--------Li Shangyin "Spring Day" Ancient Poetry Verses Describing the Bees After picking hundreds of flowers to become honey, for whom toil and for whom to sweeten --------Luoyin "Bee" The red wall of the cliffs of the lonesome nectar is exhausted, and the blue curtains of the long-distance fog nests are empty --------Li Shangyin "Bee" Swallow into the Peeping into the curtain, the bees come on the painted clothes-------- Zhang Ruoxu "answering the dream of the lady's chamber" The bees in the trees hold the flowers and must fall, and the fish in the pool blow the willow waddles on the rows-------- Han constrained "hostel in the remnants of spring" The sound of the sound comes on the stamens, and even the shadow is in the fragrance.
Going to live dipped in the remaining fog, high and low along with the wind -------- Geng flow back "cold bee picking chrysanthemum stamen" describes the dragonflies of the ancient poems jasper eyes mica wings, lighter than the pink butterflies skinny than the bees -------- constrained by Han's "dragonflies" sit to welcome the waves of the brush light for a long time, is not attentive to polygonatum -------- constrained by Han's "dragonflies" the small lotus only exposed the sharp tip of the corner, there are dragonflies on the top of the head ------- Yang Wanli "Small Pond". Nymphalid butterflies are y seen, and the dragonflies fly in a graceful manner------- Du Fu, "Qujiang River" rows to the center court to count the flowers, the dragonflies fly on the head of the jade scratching------- Liu Yuxi, "and Lotte Spring Lyrics / Spring Lyrics" Chuankou rain and clear winds stop again, the dragonflies go up and down the fish and things ------- Wang Jian, "Wild Pond".