Poems about "Crane"

vinh hoa

[Chen Yin Ken]

Many solo dances in one pool. Sing to the shadow or alone.

First move the porch steps. Turn to the piano

Assistant minister Bai Ershi left two cranes in Charlotte for the wild water pine in Xiyuan.

[Tang Peidu]

There are two cranes in Wen Jun. He went to the east of Los Angeles. If you don't give it back to the fairy, why not ask an old man?

And don't be locked in a cage when you are in the wild water. It's a place with a long sound, in the Bailu in the West Garden.

Letiangan R.

[Tang Yuanzhen]

I love cranes. Their feathers are as white as snow. Outside the forest, I heard a drop of dew in the autumn clouds.

Since I left with Wei Hou, I walked into the doctor's porch. The clouds have been separated for a long time, and the jade sound has not been answered.

Yin Jun felt sick, but he wasn't worried. There's nothing cute. It's a mistake to move things.

Because this command is simple, it is quite complicated. Look at that lonely pine tree, tangled from side to side.

It can be used for satiety or smoked to satiety. You are always good at saving, so don't give up your donation.

Du He

[Don Wei Zhuang]

Pei Hui is standing on the beach in the sunset, and the snow wings are open in the wind.

I flew back and forth several times because I didn't know where I lived.

Flying double white cranes

[Liang]

Purple Beggars can lead to the fall of Wucheng. Dance by dance with the sparse festival, the sound of the piano should be quiet.

Set the field away from the shadows and the fog close to the sound. When I crossed the border from Lop, I flew to Liaodong City.

Ganhe

[Tang Bai Juyi]

There are not groups of cranes flying in the wild. Hunger does not peck at rotten rats, and thirst does not drink stolen springs.

Sadako comes from Geng Jie where birds fly. Traveling together is not gay, so it has been more than ten years.

When I was addicted to lust, I paid the price for it. In the entrusted pond, in front of the chickens.

Not only pregnant with fanfan, but also fighting for phlegm. Not only the master, but also the kite.

Things are unknowable and nature sometimes moves. If you are full, you can go to the doctor's porch.

Fly the song of the crane.

Su Song Dongpo's Flying Crane Pavilion

The crane flies away, and the western hills are lacking.

Look down from the air and choose the right place.

As soon as the wings turn, they get together. What do you see? Correct hit again!

Alone in the valley, pecking at moss, walking on the white stone.

The return of the crane is the shadow of Dongshan.

There are people below, crown grass, kudzu clothes and drums.

Work hard, eat, and the rest will satisfy you.

Come back, come back, Xishan won't stay long!