Poems and ancient poems about partridges

Ancient poems about partridges;

1. Zhegu

Don? Zheng Gu

Those partridges frolic on the warm smoky wasteland to see how neat their colorful feathers are; Look at their behavior, the category is similar to that of lively pheasants during the day.

When it rains, the grass on the southeast lake of Dongting Lake passes through from Anil Kumar Bachu Lake; The petals of Huangling Temple fall and partridges sound.

A wanderer smells wet sleeves, and a good man sings low eyebrows.

Xiangjiang River is wide, and bitter bamboo bushes are deep in the west.

2. Quail Day? Ode to the partridge

Qing? Shi jianzong

It is not pitiful to go anywhere in spring. The partridge broke the sky. The ancient mountain road supports dead wood, and the cold smoke on the lonely village in the sunset.

Song Shu Dao, resentment spread. Longitudinal teaching is also sad. You don't have to send messages often when you are sad. You have been listening to cuckoo in Jiangtou for a long time.

3. Bodhisattva? Mouth wall in the west of Shujiang River

Song? Xin Qiji

How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.

Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.

4. Two partridge songs

Song? Shao Yong

Partridges are singing in the depths of the bamboo forest, and the sound of partridges is better than the sound of carrying pots.

Jiangnan and Jiangbei often chase each other, often claiming to be after spring and before spring.

Moving guests into ecstasy is like a dream, and people cry.

First, grieve in the intestines, as if this sorrow is forbidden.

5. partridge

Han? Yangfu

Birds are like hens, so they call themselves partridges.

His ambition is to look south, not to think north.

6. Two partridge poems

Don? Lishe

The Xiangjiang River is deep in smoke, and the sand bank is separated from the maple forest. Where the partridge flies, the sun sets and the bamboo forest is shaded. Two women cry in vain, and San Lv sinks in vain. Only the partridge cries, hurting the traveler's heart alone.

The more mountains and wells there are, the more birds fly south. Where the partridge crows, the evening smoke returns to Dongling. There are few laymen in the mountains and few guests in the far north. Partridges are crying elsewhere, and their clothes are stained with tears.