The ancient poems describing little swallows are as follows:
1. "Two Swallows Leaving" by Li Bai
The twin swallows return to twin swallows, and their double flight is enviable. The jade pavilion and the pearl pavilion are not alone, and the golden windows and embroidered doors meet each other.
Bai Liang was on fire and went into the palace of King Wu. The palace of Wu was burned again, and the nest was empty even after all the chicks were gone.
He is haggard, and the widow remembers her old hero. It's hard to get a double flight again, it hurts my heart.
2. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about smoke orchids and weeping dew"
Chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about smoke orchids and weep dew. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are vast.
3. "Jinling Station"
The grass leaves the palace and turns to the sunset, and the solitary cloud drifts back to where it rests. The scenery of the mountains and rivers remains the same, but the people in the city walls have mostly changed.
The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, who are the swallows flying next to in my old home? Farewell to Jiangnan Road from now on, turning into a cuckoo and returning with blood.
4. "Broken Array·When the Swallows Come to Xinshe"
When the Swallows Come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, one or two oriole sounds at the bottom of the leaves, and the flying catkins are light as the sun grows longer.
5. "Pastoral Work in Spring"
The spring doves are singing on the house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the village. Holding an ax to cut the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.
6. "Suxi Pavilion" by Dai Shulun
The grass on Suxi Pavilion is covered with grass, who leans against the east wind for twelve lanterns. The swallows do not return, it is late in spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain.