1. Poems describing willow trees by the lake
Ode to Willows by He Zhizhang The jasper tree is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Green Gate Willow by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The green tree looks sad, and has been part of the hatred of several people.
In order to say goodbye to many people near the capital, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. New Willows in Chang'an by Chen Guang of the Tang Dynasty The clouds in Jiumo are beginning to rise, and the willows in Huangqu are already new.
Different Tianyuan scenery, first get the sun and spring. The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty.
One branch is about to be broken, and it’s time to return home in the morning. Seeing New Willows in Linchuan by Tang Cui Ou I haven't seen the willows at the head of the river for three or four days, but the old willows and golden threads beside the bridge.
From the south bank to the north, the branches are covered with rain and smoke. Wherever my hometown holds my dreams, I see the prosperity and decline of other countries.
The color of the grass in Tingzhou is also the same, and no one knows how far away I am. Liu Tang Cui Ou The wind is slow and the sun is late, dragging smoke across the water.
Provoke the hatred of thousands of generals and tie them to short and long branches. The bones are soft and the man is thin, the waist is light and the woman is hungry.
It is heartbreaking to think that I have not returned to my hometown. Title Liu Dihuan of Tang Dynasty The shadows are whirling here between the south and the north.
There is no end to the green color, but there is more to it than love. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.
He has a good reputation, can Qin Song succeed him? Xinliu Tang Du Mu is unable to shake the wind and the dawn is new, and the thin waist is often jealous.
The green shade has not covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden ears are the first to greet the spring in the garden. A few sad memories of the long journey, a branch and the rain send the dust off.
There are many farewells outside the east gate, and people are worried about killing people day and night. Liuquatrains by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Several trees have newly bloomed and their green shadows are in full bloom, leaning against the wind and being fascinated by the spring.
I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half brushing the stream. Liu Tang Fangqian is swaying in the wind, and is softer than silk near the embankment.
Who knows if you have a strong attitude? If you are weak, it will be difficult to maintain it. Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows with makeup leaves.
How can I climb up and down, and my friends will write poems again. Liu Tang Han Xie A cage of gold thread brushed against the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.
Unfortunately, Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long and thin. Liu Han Cong of the Tang Dynasty. I broke the willow tree and got green strips in the song, and moved it far away to the golden palace to plant the green sky.
The Shangyang palace maid said goodbye with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her thin waist. Liu Tang Han Gai The snow is gone and the shadows on the green gate are faint, and the warm wind returns late and early in the morning.
If you want to rely on thin leaves to retain the spring color, you must tie the long strips with Luohui. Peng Ze was sentimental and depressed, but Sui Di had no one to rely on.
This is the kind of thing that is spared when it comes to anger in the world, but it is rare for passers-by to give away gifts. Ode to the Willows by Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty The rain and the wind are uncontrollable, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to others.
The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in the hands of Guanyin. Liu Li Qiao, Tang Dynasty The willows are lush and green, and the golden embankment has a green atmosphere.
The flowers in front of the courtyard are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds. The columns are divided into dragon shadows, and the Fangchi is written with phoenix characters.
Why is the short flute played? Climbing and folding is to miss the king. Weeping Willows by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty In the small garden of Pingting, there is a graceful and graceful place in the east of the pond.
The court robes are all hanging down to the ground, and the fairy clothes are full of wind. The Seven Sages would rather occupy the Bamboo, and the Third Rank would prefer the Pine.
Heartbroken Linghe Hall, the late emperor’s jade throne is empty. Liu Tang Li Shangyin The snow in the south and north of the Yangtze River has just disappeared, and the desert is light and yellow, stirring up tender strips.
Ba'an has already climbed up to the guest's hand, and Chu Palace is the first to ride on the waist of the dancing concubine. It rains on the official road during the Qingming Festival, and the wind blows on the wild bridge in the evening.
Like a thread, it is like a thread that leads to hatred, and the way back for the king and his grandson is far away. Li Shangyin of Liu Tang Dynasty once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-breaking sky.
How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas already there? Inscription on the Willow by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty Turning towards the edge of the pavilion, the spring light fills your hands.
How beautiful are the flowers? They are soft and affectionate. The moon is caged in the stream between the banks, and the wind shakes the wild orioles.
At dusk of March in Sui Dynasty, the catkins are flying freely. Liu Tang Luo Yin A cluster of green smoke locks the jade tower, half hanging down the wall and half hanging down the ditch.
There will be new news next year, and the spring breeze will continue to cause chaos. Liu Tang Muyou In ancient and modern times, with a gift from you, you will be reborn after many times of failure.
Five trees are leaning against Yuanming's house, and thousands of trees are hanging down at Taiwei's camp. The emeralds are hidden in the smoke near the water, and the orioles are nestled in the wind and rain.
In the Sui Dynasty, the embankment was surrounded by the sound of singing and playing. Pei Liu of Tang Dynasty said: "The whisk is high when the building is in danger and the dust is low, how often the Ba Bridge climbs and folds."
Thinking is like a heartless tree. It doesn’t know how to welcome people but only gives them away. Ode to the Willows by Wu Rong of the Tang Dynasty He and the orioles are the ground, and he does not teach flowers to be matchmakers.
The fineness is the same as the rain, but the lightness only loves the style. It's good to brush the brocade steps, but don't cover the bronze sparrow platform.
There are thousands of trees in Baling, and I will leave at dusk. Liu Tang Xu Wei The gold bars in the desert have a slight lead, and they are green every year to announce the return of spring.
Release the cage and let the flying mist extend the fragrant scenery, instead of chasing away the scattered flowers and floating sunset. The chirping birds and the noisy cicadas are depressing, while the dancing smoke shakes the water.
After the Tao family became famous after the five plants were planted, it was rare to see those who were proud of their cultivation. Ode to the Willows by Xue Feng of the Tang Dynasty The weak plant is frightened and hurts itself due to the wind, but at dusk it is time to turn over the leaves and have melodious thoughts.
Once upon a time, the purple road floated along the high and low roads, and I dared to brush against the red lanterns to compete with each other. The lingering jade flies and dances, and flutters into the pond like snow and frost.
Mo Lingqi Road has many twists and turns, and gradually we are about to reach the painting hall in the shade. Willows in the Courtyard, Yao Department of the Tang Dynasty. The willows and poplar branches are curled up, and the hanging branches are hanging down.
Jiaoyin is always secret and can be divided into separate sections. Because attachment seems to be forever, it hurts even more to get married and leave.
Love this spring scenery, don’t let the autumn wind blow suddenly. Liu Tang Zhangxu The cigarette sticks are hanging on the ground, and spring thoughts are forming beside the buildings beside the city.
Please take a closer look at Feng Liuyi, before she loses her spirit and is in the palace. Liu Zhenggu, Tang Dynasty Half smoke and half rain beside the river bridge, the apricots reflect the Taoshan road.
You will have no intention of leaving others, and thousands of threads will stir up the spring breeze. 2. Poems about butterflies
1. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River Part 6" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu and Huang Si's maiden's house was full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. Translation: The paths around Huang Si’s mother’s house were filled with flowers, and the branches were weighed down by thousands of flowers.
Butterflies circled and danced reluctantly among the flowers, and the free little oriole kept singing among the flowers. 2. "Xugongdian, Suxin City" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the tree tops have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found. Translation: There are few fences, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the trees are falling one after another, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower bush and was never found again. 3. "Jin Se" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin made fifty strings of brocade for no reason, each string and one column was reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time. Translation: There are twenty-five strings in the Seben, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so fifty strings means broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough to express the longing for those beautiful years. .
Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke.
Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just normal, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons·Part 2" Song Dynasty: Fan Cheng's big plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflower are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Translation: The plums on the trees turned golden, and the apricots grew bigger and bigger; the buckwheat flowers were all white, while the rapeseed flowers looked sparse. As the day grows longer, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes; only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
5. "The Qingming Festival" Tang Dynasty: Emperor Meng Haoran valued the Qingming Festival, and people were worried about themselves. The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform. Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
Translation: It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green.
Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting. 3. Poems about birds
——Tang Cen Shen's "Send to Zuo Province Du Supplements"
The wind warms the sound of birds. ——"Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Birds stay in the trees beside the pond. ——Song Dynasty Ye Shaoweng's "Xixi"
②Poetry with the word "bird"
The moonrise scares the mountain bird. ——"Four Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The grass is dry and the hawk's eyes are sick. He first hears knocking on firewood and thorns, the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light, and the white chicken flies up the branch and crows. ——Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion"
Hu Ma is leaning against the north wind, the small bridge is flowing with water, people seem to have seen each other, the swallows are returning, the willows are blowing on the embankment, drunk with the spring smoke, the small eaves are flying day by day, and the peach blossoms are flowing in the water. Mandarin fish fat. ——Li Hua's "Spring Journey Improvisation"
The mountain light is pleasing to the birds. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Sleepwalking Tianmu sings farewell"
Two orioles sing in the green willows. ——Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind the Poshan Temple"
Stratum clouds arose in the chest. ——Xu Fu, Song Dynasty, "Spring Tour to the Lake"
The lonely grass grows on the bank. ——Wang Ling of the Song Dynasty "Send Spring"
How does Piao Piao look like it. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon and Feelings"
The withered vines and old trees are dimly lit by crows, thousands of people have disappeared, and the dancing butterflies are dancing from time to time. The six dynasties are like the crows of birds in the sky. ——Yan Shu, Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sand"
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking at Night"
The flowers fell helplessly. ——"Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan of the Yuan Dynasty
A lonely cloud brings wild cranes, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky, saying goodbye and forming a nine-autumn pendant. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Dawn"
Thousands of birds are flying across the mountains, crossing the southern branches of the bird's nest, and the monk is knocking on the door under the moon. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking Alone by the River in Search of Fragrance"
When will the swallows fly back? ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Hunting"
The grass grows and orioles fly in the February sky, the birds sing and the mountains become more secluded, the blue clouds envy the birds flying, the cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night, and the peach blossoms bloom on the banks when dipped in water. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Tour to Qiantang Lake"
The bright moon leaves the branches and frightens the magpies, and the returning birds enter the canthus? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls.
——"Entering Ruoye Creek" by Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
Feeling the flowers splashing with tears. ——Song Dynasty Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"
The chickens are driven up the trees, and the shadows of the pool are empty and the hearts are empty. There are orioles singing in the deep trees. I hate other birds and scare my heart, how can I live in the human world. ——"Wang Yue" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
White hair and sad flowers fall. ——Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty, "Taicheng"
The fragrant grass falls without anyone, and the new swallows peck at the spring mud. ——Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty, "Chuzhou West Stream"
The flowers are blooming and the mangroves are in chaos with the cries of orioles. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Three Poems of Qiang Village (Part 1)"
The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese. You can hear the singing of birds everywhere, and they are always singing in the spring stream. ——Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain. ——Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow"
The noisy cicadas in the forest become quieter, the grass grows long and the egrets fly across the lake. Birds sing in the sky all the way to the spring mountain. When a fox dies, he must head to the top of the hill. ——"On the Lake" by Xu Yuanjie of the Song Dynasty
In March, the remaining flowers fall and bloom again. ——"Xijiang Moon" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
Half of the wall can see the sea and the sun. ——"Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The river is raining, the grass is flowing, and the sky is full of chickens. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Birdsong Stream"
Sleeping in spring without realizing the dawn? ——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty, "Sending the Lord to the Lord"
The spring rain in Independent Hengmen is gentle. ——"Nineteen Ancient Poems" - "Travel Repeatedly"
Birds fly back to their hometown, the sun is high and the shadows of flowers are heavy, the orioles are at ease and just singing 4. Ancient poems describing willow trees/birds
Willow Tree: Ode to Willows
He Zhizhang
A poet of the Tang Dynasty.
The jasper is as high as a tree,
Thousands of green silk ribbons hang down,
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves,
February The spring breeze is like scissors.
1. Jasper: jade green. This is used as a metaphor for the tender green willow leaves in spring.
2. Makeup: decoration, dressing up.
3. Silk ribbon: a ribbon made of silk thread. This describes the willow branches blowing in the wind.
[Brief Analysis]
This is a poem about things. By praising the willow tree, it expresses the poet's infinite love for spring.
The first three sentences of the poem all describe willow trees. The first sentence "Jasper makes up a tree as high as a tree" is written as a whole, saying that the tall willow tree looks like it is made up of jasper. "Jasper" is used to describe the emerald green of the willow tree, highlighting the beauty of its color. The second sentence "ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down" refers to willow branches, saying that the drooping willow branches are like thousands of ribbons, highlighting its softness and beauty. The third sentence "I wonder who cuts the thin leaves" refers to willow leaves, highlighting the delicate and delicate shape of the willow leaves. The three lines of poetry are divided into various parts of the willow tree, and each line has its own characteristics. The third sentence and the fourth sentence form a hypothetical question. "I wonder who cuts out the thin leaves?" - Ask yourself; "The spring breeze in February is like scissors." - Answer to yourself. With this question and answer, the willow tree subtly transitions to the spring breeze. Speaking of cutting these delicate willow leaves, of course you can also cut green and bright red flowers and plants. It is a symbol of natural vitality and the creativity of spring. This poem praises the willow tree and then praises spring, eulogizing the infinite creativity of spring.
About the author: He Zhizhang (659-744), also known as Jizhen, called himself "Siming Kuangke", and was a native of Yongxing, Yuezhou (now Xiaoshan County, Zhejiang).
Birds: Quatrains
Du Fu
Two orioles sang in the green willows,
A line of egrets climbed into the blue sky.
Qianqiu snow falls on the Xiling Mountain in front of the window,
A ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu is moored at the door.
"Two orioles sing in the green willows" is a vivid poem. Then I turned my sight to the sky and saw rows of egrets flying freely in the sky, as if they were trying to connect with the blue sky. This will naturally give the poet the feeling of "a row of egrets ascending to the sky". These two sentences range from near to far, and have a broad vision. The poet's eyes are like the lens of a camera, turning to Xiling (Minshan Mountain) on the opposite side.
"The Book of Songs" "Crow of the Rooster":
The rooster is crowing, and the dynasty is prosperous.
The rooster crows, the sound of flies.
The east is bright and the dynasty is prosperous.
The east is bright, the light of the moonrise.
Insects fly around, and I am willing to share my dream with my son.
I will return home after meeting, and there will be no concubine for me to hate.