Chrysanthemum
-- Tang.
The soughing west wind is full of yard loads, the stamen is cold, the fragrance is cold and the butterfly is hard to come.
If I were to become the Green Emperor in the next few years, I would report to the peach blossoms and bloom in one place.
The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of it.
The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of it.
The children are chasing after the yellow butterflies,
and they are flying into the cauliflowers without a trace.
For Mr. Miaofa
Tang Dynasty.
The Zhu family has an open doorway, and the green acacia is in the way of the sunshine. The eight dragons are celebrating, and the three tigers are returning to the city.
The sound of people sitting on the bamboo is dead, and the birds' voices on the zither are rare. The first is the one in which the man is the only one who has ever been in a position to do so.
The leaves are dark, the cherry blossoms are ripe, the silk is long, the pink butterflies fly. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and it was a long time ago that I was a little girl.
Qingming Festival
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Gao Zhu Genre: Seven Rhymes
There are many graveyards on the hills in the north and south.
The paper ash flies as white butterflies, and the tears and blood are dyed as red azaleas.
The foxes sleep on the mound at sunset, and the children smile before the lamp at night.
The first time I saw this, I was drunk on wine.
Drunken Peach Garden
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Feng Yansi Genre: Lyrics
Halfway through the spring in the South Garden, when we embarked on a journey to the green,
The wind was blowing and we heard the horses neighing.
The plum is like a bean and the willow is like an eyebrow.
The day is long and the butterflies are flying.
The dew of flowers is heavy, the grass is low,
The curtains of people's houses are hanging down.
The swings are so lazy that they can't be undressed,
The swallows return to the painted beams.
The Song of Songs
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Hong Shi Genre: Lyrics
The clouds brush the mountainside, and the wind blows the raindrops. The wind is blowing the raindrops. I remember the time when we met and the begonias bloomed. Butterflies have no dreams, and mandarin ducks have a matchmaker. I have two or three cups. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to do it.
Man Ting Fang
Era: Song Author: Hong Xie Genre: Lyrics
Butterfly dream soul, banana life, a few people get Pang Mei. The gift is rare in the past and present. The daytime obscenity three pick up, Mo Peng wings, once turned into Kun Chi. Under the shade of the locust tree, I am y ashamed of the house and the Wei, and I dare to be a feudal ruler. The geese are traveling, and they are fighting to catch the wings, the north door is candle-lit, and the west tucked in is silk. Fortunately, I have returned for half a lifetime, and the garden road is first ruled. Fishing and woodcutting songs not, Ying Yan language, why fear people know. Flower history, cultivate a thousand acres of Huang Huang, sealing planting with a dome monument.
Qing Ping Le
Era: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Genre: Lyrics
Peach roots and leaves. The peach root and the peach leaf. In March and February, spring comes to Jiangnan. The butterflies in the eastern house are lost. The butterflies in the eastern house are fascinated by it. The flowers in front of the wind are low. I am a gardenia of the same heart, and I will reward you with a hundred knots of lilacs.
Yu Meiren
Era: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Genre: Lyrics
Broken cicadas and high willows in the slanting sun. The rain is falling on the pavilion of the pool. The green sandalwood woven grass mat was rolled in scarlet. The butterflies of apricot blossoms and the small screen. The spring mountains are stacked up and the autumn waves are slow. I'm packing up my stitches and threads. I'm trapped by my husband again. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Jade Butterfly
Era: Song Author: Lu You Genre: Lyrics
Burnt out from my travels, I have dropped the whip to Beijing and Luoyang, and I have taken off my belt to Xiaoxiang. The year is coming, and I've come to assign Song Yu and Gao Tang. The embroidered curtains are open, the fragrant dust rises at first, the lotus steps are steady, and the silver candles are divided into rows. The dark end of the phase. The swallows are shy, the warblers are jealous, the butterflies are busy with the bees. I can't forget it. The bottle is often advised, the cold is new, the jade leak is still long. I'm worried that the moon will invade the corridor after the song is over. When I want to go back, Sikong laughs and asks, but when I am near, the Prime Minister is angry and mad. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Reduced Character Magnolias
Era: Song Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang Genre: Lyrics
Yoke flowers take hold of the willow. I know Dongjun has been paying attention for a long time. I know that Dongjun has been paying attention to it for a long time. I've been pining for the winds of the night. Butterflies. I want to support the heart but I am afraid. I want to avoid being separated from you. I'm not sure who I'm going to tell, but I'm going to tell him that I'm not.
2. Poems about butterflies(a) A butterfly represents the illusion, that is the realm of Zhuang Zhou; two butterflies to send love, that is the obsession of Liang Zhu; then, three, four, five, six and even swarms of countless butterflies, and even the sky, and what do they refer to in the netherworld? (II) ...... Where were you at that dusk? That clear dusk, the setting sun in the shoulder of the distant mountains hovering, the evening sunlight spread over half the sky dusk where you are? 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 folded in mid-air, a group of butterflies - a group of golden butterfly feathers connected to flutter in the crimson background.
The evening sunlight leaked down from the gaps between the wings, scattering in my eyes as if in a dream, and my pupils flickered back and forth between 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 flew out from the depths of the grove, with a soft, blushing smile still hanging at the corners of your mouth, and you flung 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 asked me in a mumbling voice, "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, nightmarish, watching the butterflies circle and spin drifting down, like falling leaves, the back of the gradual obliteration of ...... (6) you hold my arm, out of the rainy alley, and dissolved into the boundless rain outside the alley in the 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, the clouds were always drifting into maple leaves, like curdled blood, burying your shadow, you were always perched on a maple tree, Est Est's game of blindfolds, and the moonlight was always brighter in broken clouds, like the wilderness, leading you to the dead maple forest, and the swords pierced through your heart, drinking your blood, and you were always vibrating your dead wings, as if trying to fly. Later, I dreamt that I was canoeing with you on the Li River, hand in hand, the boat drifting among the green hills and mountains, with the boat in your hand, the mountains behind, your words in my mouth, 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 at your shadow in the water. 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 butterflies The pool's water has been cool and refreshing for a long time 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 butterflies will not come back even though the maple is like a thousand years of blood, and I drink up some water and I drink some 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 front of me. The past and the laughter and hurt of the past are not in the same mold. Imagine---imagine---.
3. What are the verses describing the cocoon into a butterfly1. Butterflies fly
Tang Dynasty: Li He
Yanghua fluttering tent spring clouds hot, tortoise shell screen drunken eyes val.
The butterflies in the east fly to the west, and the young man on the white horse returns today.
The translation is as follows: butterflies gently fluttered the indoor sleeping tent, which emitted the warmth of spring. In front of the bed is a gorgeous tortoise shell screen, and the bed is covered with her beautiful colored clothes. The young husband has been out for a long time, just like a butterfly fluttering around. It is at this time of the day that he returns to his home on a white horse.
2, drunk in the sky - Wing big butterfly
Yuan Dynasty: Wang and Qing
Bomb broken Zhuangzhou dream, two wings driving the east wind, three hundred famous gardens, a pick an empty.
Who said the wind flow species, bluff kill the bees in search of fragrance.
The flower seller was slogging across the bridge.
The translation is as follows: broke the dream of Zhuangzhou, came to the reality, large wings riding the vast east wind. The nectar in the three hundred famous gardens all picked an empty. Who knew that it was a natural born windfall, scaring away the honey bees. The wings fluttered gently, and the flower sellers were all slogging across the bridge to the east.
3, Jade Butterfly - Autumn winds are miserable and hurt
Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingjun
Autumn winds are miserable and hurt, the traveler has not returned. The grass is decaying outside the city, and the geese are late in Jiangnan.
Hibiscus withered face, willow fall new eyebrow. The first is the one that is not a part of the story, and the second is the one that is not a part of the story.
The translation is as follows: the bleak autumn winds have blown, the weather has turned cold, the people who traveled far have not returned, can not help but call for people's hearts and minds, adding the parting of the sadness. Now should be the grass outside the Seychelles, full of yellow it, and fly to the north of Jiangnan geese are still slow to arrive.
The young face has become as faded as the hibiscus, and the new eyebrow is like the willow leaves have lost their color. She saw the scene of the fall of all the fragrance in the fall, and saw things that are full of sadness, but the heart of the heartbreak of the sadness of the parting, and who knows it?
4. Two Songs of Qujiang River
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
A piece of flowers fly but spring, the wind drifting ten thousand points is worrying people.
And look at the end of the flowers through the eyes, do not be tired of hurt more wine into the lips.
The jade nests on the river, and the unicorn lies on the mound by the garden.
The physical must be a pleasure, why use the floating glory to trip this body.
The first thing I did was to go back to the river and get drunk every day.
The wine debt is very common 62616964757a686964616fe58685e5aeb931333366303738 line everywhere, the life of seventy ancient rare.
The nymphalid butterflies are y seen, and the dragonflies fly in the water.
The message of the scenery **** flow, temporary appreciation of each other do not go against.
The translation is as follows: The fall of a flower petal makes people feel that the color of spring has been reduced. Now that the wind has knocked thousands of flowers to the ground, how can it not make people sad? And watching the falling flowers that will be exhausted fly past one's eyes, one no longer tires of the entrance of too much wine.
The reasoning behind the decline and rise of things is that we should be happy in time, and why should we allow ourselves to be bound by false honor? The court came back, every day to pawn the clothes worn in the spring, the money exchanged for every day to the head of the river to buy wine to drink, until the drunkenness is not willing to come back. Everywhere in debt to the wine, that is an ordinary small thing, people can live to seventy years old, ancient times is also very few.
But see the butterflies in the flowers in the depths of the shuttle back and forth, dragonflies in the surface of the water to fly, and now and then point a water. Send a message to the spring light, let me stay with the spring light, although it is a temporary appreciation of each other, do not go against ah!
5, looking south - Jiangnan butterflies
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Jiangnan butterflies, slanting day a pair of pairs. The body is like He Lang all powder, the heart is like Han Shou love to steal incense. The talent and frivolity.
After the drizzle, the thin wings are tired of the smoke. The first time I saw it, I was in a small yard with the bees, and then with the flotsam on the east wall. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.
The translation is as follows: the butterflies in Jiangnan, both dancing in the sunset. They look as beautiful as He Yan, linger in the flowers, sucking nectar, and are frivolous and loose in nature.
After a light rain, the butterfly's watery and greasy pink wings emit a shimmering light under the setting sun. It just flew into the small yard with the bees, and accompanied the willow over the east wall, often for the flowers.
4. Who has a small poem about butterfliesTired Butterflies Roosting
A group of tired butterflies
Quietly collecting beautiful moments in the sunlight
A blush, a vow
Or a simple sigh
Love as lamp oil
Kindness as a twist
This lamp lit
Warmly and harmoniously
With love as the oil
And kindness as a twist
This lamp
Lighted by the light of the sun.
Warm and harmonious
The lamp of the heart never goes out at night
For the wings that fly in the sky
For the butterflies that wander
Partners are the string that keeps on tugging
A group of butterflies that have grown weary
Gather up their tired wings
They know
That their sleep is for a new awakening
That they have to sleep for the sake of a new life
And that they can't sleep for the sake of a new life.
(I used to participate in the competition, he helped me to write the poem, now can only be a memorial, but I still like it, so I send you to see)
5. prose poems about butterfliesButterflies (prose poem) Wen / Lin Tian (a) A butterfly represents the illusion, that is the realm of Zhuangzhou; two butterflies to send love, that is the obsession of the Liangzhu; then three, four, five, six and even Then, three, four, five, six and even swarms of countless butterflies all over the world, and what are they referring to in the netherworld? (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 folded in mid-air, a group of butterflies - a group of golden butterfly feathers connected to flutter in the crimson background.
The evening sunlight leaked down from the gaps between the wings, scattering in my eyes as if in a dream, and my pupils flickered back and forth between 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 flew out from the depths of the grove, with a soft, blushing smile still hanging at the corners of your mouth, and you flung 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 asked me in a mumbling voice, "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, nightmarish, watching the butterflies circle and spin drifting down, like falling leaves, the back of the gradual obliteration of ...... (6) you hold my arm, out of the rainy alley, and dissolved into the boundless rain outside the alley in the season, that twist of lights gently slipped through, as I remember all the The butterfly's shadow is generally beautiful and peaceful.
6. Modern Poems about Butterflies1. A Dead Butterfly
All the colors of life are like a dead, white butterfly, which falls in the endless darkness of death, and in my hands, turning into an eternal contemplation.
I picked up a yellowed fallen leaf, gently wrapped the dead butterfly, and buried it in a hundred flowers ......
In a stagnant world, a dead butterfly, a fading leaf, and a cluster 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 corners 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 hairpin, but you raised his head and mumbled to ask me, anonymous song of the lost music can still be called a song?
3. Oh, butterfly, are you an angel sent by God to summon me? When I saw you I smiled, but my heart was in tears. I lied to God, and I was worried whether God would 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:
Poem on Nymphalid Butterflies
The twilight smoke rises from the empty garden, and the free one has not returned.
The green iguana hides the tall willow, the red lotus brushes the water coat.
The butterflies are flying from the wind, and they are flying on the flowers.
The first is to send it to those who know each other, and the second is to send it to those who know each other, and the third is to send it to those who know each other.
Butterflies often fly in pairs in the flowers, and the double-flying butterfly has 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 to the lovers, hoping that they will be in love forever. By the butterfly and into a pair, and contrast the woman and the lover's separation of the pain, this writing method has become the Tang and Song poems to write the basic writing style of the poems of the boudoir.
Baidu Encyclopedia - Nymphalid Poetry
7. Butterflies break out of the cocoon and hard ancient poetryButterflies break out of the cocoon is not too find. But I found some ancient poems about butterflies for you, I hope they are useful to you. Butterfly. Butterflies are not the same as butterflies in their previous life.
I'm not sure if I've ever seen a butterfly before, but I'm sure I've never seen one before. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The wings of the butterfly will be lifted. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The cocoon is broken, the dream flies all the admiration, the scenery of a section of who told.
The meadow is spinning, the flowers are falling and falling, and they are going with each other. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the colorful butterflies.
The door to the deep courtyard is heavy, and the windows are covered in blue.
For no reason at all, it adds up to a million things. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
It's hard to get a hold of the jade wings, but it's hard to get a hold of the dream, and it's hard to get a hold of the lonely hour. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The light of the day, the most compassionate double powder couple. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and it was a long time ago that I was a little girl.
Zhuang Sheng Xiao dream of butterflies, looking at the emperor's heart of spring to 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 be turned into a memory, but at that time it was already lost.
Linger on the butterflies when dancing, there are dragonflies on the head Butterflies fly Tang Li He Yanghua fluttering tent spring clouds hot, tortoiseshell screen drunken eyes val. Butterflies in the east and west are flying, and the white horsemen are returning today.
Butterflies Tang Qiqi, where the back of the red, confused fragrance to the threshold heavy. The first time I saw a butterfly, I saw it in a group, and then I saw it in a group.
The butterflies are not the only ones that can prevent the birds from getting hurt, but they are also the ones that can avoid the bees. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of them.
The bookbindings are 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 the second thing you need to do is to get 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 the hibiscus.
Jade Butterfly Tang Wen Tingjun Autumn winds are bleak and cut away from the traveler has not returned. The grass outside of the city is decaying first, and the geese in the south of the country are arriving late.
The hibiscus withered its face, the willow fell into the new eyebrow. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Two Songs on Butterflies by Tang Xu Curry The misty green insect is shedding its shell, and it is difficult to bear the heavy smoke and rain. A branch of flora to stay and teach, a few spring winds to borrow and fly.
The butterflies are always in danger of being caught in the mouths of chickens and sparrows, but they are always in love with each other.
The green and red days are long, and the heart of a lifetime dwells in the springtime. The most important thing is that the girl is not a woman, but a woman who loves to be with Xishi, and she is a woman who loves to be with Xishi.
The wind should be fixed to save stamen powder, and the cold night is long to stay in the flower room. The cicada's nature is very different from that of the cicada, and it is not possible to understand the noise of the sunset in the three autumns.
Three Songs on Butterflies by Tang Xu Curry It is not difficult to fly the moth in the cocoon, but it is sure to pass by the place where there are flowers and fragrance. The winds of the sky send the butterflies flying, but the spiders are laughing at their weaving.
The butterflies are both fluttering on the painting rail, and the beautiful people are peeping at them again and again. The two of them have been looking at each other for a long time, but they are not so close to each other, so it is hard for them to try.
The lights are bright and vivid, and the paths in the wilderness are many. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. The first time I saw it, it was a very beautiful thing, and it was a very beautiful thing.
The remaining fog is on the way out, and the wind is on the way out. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I'm not going to be able to do that.
The hibiscus flower Tang Rong Yu Since the money to buy hibiscus planted, two years before the flowers began to bloom. The red color is not allowed to be seen, but the butterflies know that they have come early.
In spring, Tang Wei Zhuang suddenly realized that the east landscape is getting late, the wild plum mountain apricot dark fragrance. The star is blowing the horn upstairs, 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 first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Seeing the rain in the boat, Tang Dai Shulun heard the rain at the beginning of this night, 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 rainstorm.
Dreams are far away, worrying about butterflies, and deep love is ashamed of pied wagtail. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
Jiang Xing Tang Yu Xuanji The river embraces Wuchang diagonally, in front of the Parrot Island ten thousand families. The painting of the barge in the spring is not enough, the dream for the butterfly also looking for flowers.
The fireworks have entered the Cormorant Harbor, the barge is still along the Parrot Island. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the game, and then you can see the newest version of the game.
The tomb of Zhenniang, Tang Zhanghu, is the place where the Buddha is buried, and where the lonely soul returns. The first time I saw it, it was a dream of a butterfly, and the second time I saw it, it was a dream of a butterfly.
The green hair is in the morning clouds, the green moth is in the night moon. The first time I saw this was when I was a little girl, and the second time I was a little girl.
Peony Peony in Tang Pei said: "I want to be in the city with a few peonies, and I am as proud as a peach and a plum. I've never seen it in a poor place, but it's not like it was born in the ground.
The peony has no price, but it has its own name in spring. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Begonia Tang Zheng Gu Spring breeze with the intention of even color, pinned with a goblet and poetry. The flora is best suited to the new rain, and it is all in bloom.
Mo worry about the powder and dai laziness in the window, Liang Guang Danqing point pen late. The first time I saw this, I was so jealous of the butterflies that I was able to see them in the dark.
After and Liu Yun Tang Li He Tingzhou white applesauce, Liu Yun returned by horse. The butterflies are flying on the bank.
The cup of wine is full of dew from Ruo leaves, and the jade carpet is full of Shu-tong. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you.
Sending Dou Bingcao Tang Li Duan pear blossom on the garden, the tour girl wearing a robe. The first time I heard of the 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 out of the way and look at the butterflies.
Answer: butterfly butterfly dance - Xiu Cai second level 1-25 15:06 Nangxiangzi Su Shi Frost fall water traces collected, shallow blue scales dew far continent. The wine power gradually disappears wind power soft, wind, broken cap amorous but love head.
If the festival is a reward, but the Qingzun broken send autumn. Everything is a dream in the end, Hugh, the butterflies are also worried about tomorrow's yellow flowers.
The Southern Song Zi Su Shi, with wine and rain, and clothes to sleep in the evening sunshine. 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.
In the dream, the butterfly is light.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time.
The first time I saw this was when I was a young man, and it was a long time ago.
8. Poems in Praise of Butterflies
Jin Se Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one pillar is thinking of Chinese New Year.
Zhuang Sheng's dream of butterflies, Wang Di's heart of spring to cuckoo. 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 to become a memory? The first is the one that is not a good idea, but the second is the one that is not a good idea.
Butterfly dream home for ten thousand miles, azalea branch 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've been able to go back to my home, and I've been able to go back to my home, and I've been able to go to my home. （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 or a bad time. Butterflies fly to the south garden.
The waves love the old town, and the clouds think of the old mountains.
The winds of the earth are in the air, and there is no doubt about it.
"Spring Poem" (Tang) Li Bai dust haunts the face of the 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) Dufu Dynasty back to the day day ceremony spring clothes, every day the head of the river all drunken return.
Nymphalid butterflies see y, pointing to the water dragonflies fly in style, rumors of scenery *** flow, temporary companion do not go against each other.
Cicadas shed their dust and butterflies dream of water and clouds.
"Evening day after the hall" (Southern Liang) Jane Wendi Xiao Gang bank willow drooping long leaves, 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.
Listening to the sound of the pillow to persuade people to return, return is difficult to get. (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, when the wind is warm, the flower seller crosses 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 platform, 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 big river Wuchang oblique, 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, extremely said that the spring color on the river is fascinating, although in the dream, but also feel the sentiment shaking. The first two lines of the song are the same as the last two lines of the song.
"Clear View" (Tang) Wang driving before the rain first saw the flowers among the stamens, after the rain and no leaves in the flowers. Nymphalid butterflies fly over the wall, should suspect that the color of spring is in the neighbor's house.
"Nymphalid butterfly" Liang Jianwendi replicated this from the phoenix butterfly, double flowers on the fly; to send a message to those who know each other, the same heart will not be violated. The first is a song about the butterfly in Yingtai (Song) Xue Xiu Xuan, but the butterfly dances on the mountain, and the flower blossoms on the jade face.
The River Walk Tang - Du Fu stayed in the butterfly when dancing, from the delicate warbler cha-cha cry. Li Shangyin butterfly > four of the first lone butterfly small scarlet wandering, flirtatious pink wings open.
And should hurt the bright, often near the snow. The second one is about the leaves, the slanting bridge and the side door.
The only white flower is the willow wadding. 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 finished, 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 this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Looking back to the two swallows, they took the time to enter the bar. The first one is the one that is not in the room, and the second one is the one that is not in the room, and the third one is the one that is not in the room.
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 am not a good person, but I am a good person, and I am a good person.
Can you invite the lonely guest to sing for the night? Here we introduce two iambic pentameter poems related to butterflies.
Turning tail chain Qing-anonymous spring clear magpie noise before Tsu Magpie noise before Tsu Willow Mei new Tsu Willow Mei new flower love butterfly new flower love butterfly go to come and go butterfly love flower new butterfly love flower new Mei Willow Jin new Mei Willow Jin before Tsu noise magpie Tsun noise magpies happy clear spring Note: [Tsun: ferry] [Willow Mei: Willow tree graceful charming look] "Turning tail chain" is a type of iambic pentameter poetry, which consists of sixteen characters. It is a kind of iambic pentameter, which consists of sixteen characters connected into a ring, and can be read left and right in a circle to obtain a seven-period poem.
The right spin reading method is the same as the left spin reading method, to the left spin reading method of the first word stop.