1. Poems about chanting butterflies
Poems about chanting butterflies 1. Poems about butterflies
1. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River·Part 6"< /p>
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging down the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
Translation: The paths around Huang Si’s natal home 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 oriole kept singing among the flowers.
2. "Xugongdian, Suxin City"
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the tree heads 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
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is 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 has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade 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 Se, 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. Express my longing for those wonderful 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 Chengda
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers 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: Meng Haoran
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an 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.
2. Poems describing butterflies
In Li Bai's poem "Changgan Xing", there is also a sentence: "Butterflies are yellow in August, and they fly to the grass in the West Garden." Du Fu wrote in his poem "Two Poems on Qujiang": "Butterflies can be seen deeply through the Huaxia Gorge, and they are flying in the meandering water."
Butterflies flying among the flowers for feeding, mating, and laying eggs, and dragonflies touching the water to lay eggs, are vividly depicted as if they can fly at the touch of a touch. Xie Yi of the Northern Song Dynasty described in "Butterfly": "Sometimes you can see wildly following catkins, but where can you find dancing pear blossoms?"
The poem "Two Poems from Xugongdian, Suxin City" by Yang Wanli in the Southern Song Dynasty goes: "Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying cauliflowers are nowhere to be found." They describe the white cabbage butterflies flying in the white pear flowers and the yellow cauliflowers. The scene of pink butterflies flying happily among the yellow rape flowers... "Jin Se" Li Shangyin's Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo. The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time. (The second couplet probably says that the past is like smoke) "Spring Eve Travel" Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty) The water flows and the flowers wither, and the east wind passes through Chucheng.
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branches are full of moonlight. The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? (This poem uses clear language and neat rhyme to express the feeling of cherishing spring and homesickness vividly and poetically) "Poetry of Proud Son" by Li Shangyin I want to compete with the butterfly, but the willow catkins are not withered. (It writes about a young boy running lively, chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Miscellaneous Poems No. 8" (Jin Dynasty) Zhang Xie reported on his work and went to the border town to restrain the army.
When I got off the bus, it was like yesterday. I felt comfortable for four or five yuan. May I ask when? Butterflies fly to South Garden.
The flowing waves are nostalgic for the old Pu, and the clouds are longing for the old mountains. Fujian Yue Yiwen, Hu Ma is willing to save Yan.
The origin of local customs and peace has its origin.
"Resentment with the Lord Bo Jizhe" (Southern Dynasties) Xie Tiao Butterflies are numerous among the flowers, and the wind curtains enter the two swallows.
"Poem of Spring" (Tang Dynasty) by Li Bai The dust lingers on the wanderer's face, and the butterfly touches the beauty's hairpin. "Two Ancient Poems" (Part 2) (Southern Dynasties) Emperor Wu of Liang Two flying butterflies fly, low and low.
"Two Poems on Qujiang" (Part 2) (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu Wearing spring clothes every day when returning to the court, and returning home drunk every day at the head of the river. Drunk debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years of life.
The butterfly is seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies fly on the water, spreading the word that the scenery is constantly changing, and they can stay together for the time being. [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] (Pan Xiangjiang River) (Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang God will pay for this, and it will fall in the Canglang in June.
Beyond the cicadas shedding dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. [Sijia Ke] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying The lost butterflies disappeared without a trace at dawn and the dream fell, and the cold fragrance closed the heart of the small courtyard deeply.
"The Back Hall in the Evening Sun" (Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasty) by Xiao Gang, Emperor Wen of Jian Dynasty The willows on the bank have long leaves, and the peach blossoms on the window have thin tarsus. The flowers are left with butterfly powder and bamboo leaves with dragonfly beads.
"Answer" Liu Lingxian (female) The singing oriole rings in the leaves, and the duck plays with butterflies and flowers. "The River is Red, Ignite the Cherry" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji Butterflies do not convey the dream of a thousand miles, and Zigui calls the third watch of the moon.
Listening to the voice on the pillow urging people to return, it is hard to come back. (I hope Master Wang will miss his hometown in Beijing) "Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin The sun is slanting beside Qingling Terrace, and the eternal soul is covered with beautiful clouds. Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly, flying leisurely on other flowers.
"Li Yishan's Collected Poems" "Ode to Butterflies" (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi Sometimes I can see it wildly following the catkins, but where can I find them dancing into the pear blossoms. The spring evening breeze on the river is warm and gentle, chasing the flower sellers across the bridge.
(Xie Yi composed three hundred butterfly poems, also known as Xie Hudie, "Yuzhang Poetry") "Jingnan Bamboo Branch Poems: Ode to Butterfly Lovers" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu, a scholar, went to Shenghuangtai, and the spring breeze came to Nagano every year. moss. The peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and butterflies are flying over again.
On the tomb of Liang Zhu in Ningbo, there are often gatherings of butterflies at Zhu Yingtai's reading place in Yixing. The local area has a "Double Butterfly Festival" on March 1st of the lunar calendar (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) "Jiang Xing" (Tang Dynasty) ) The Yuxuanji River hugs Wuchang slantingly, and there are thousands of households in front of Parrot Island. The painting boat has not yet finished its spring sleep, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
The last two sentences express the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I am dreaming, I can still feel my emotions waving. Ethereal and wonderful, conveying the spirit beyond words.
"Sunny Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jia saw the stamens among the flowers for the first time before the rain, and the flowers without leaves after the rain. Butterflies fly over the wall, suspecting that the spring scenery is in the neighboring house.
"Ode to the Butterfly" by Emperor Wen of Liang Jian. Here again, the swallowtail butterfly flies on the flowers in pairs; Those who send a message to each other will always be of the same mind. A Butterfly Sentence in Praise of the Taiwanese (Song Dynasty) by Xue Xiuxuan Butterflies dance to condense the soul of the mountains, and flowers bloom to remind them of their beautiful faces.
"Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The butterflies dance all the time, while the orioles sing at ease. Li Shangyin's Butterfly>Four Poems One: The solitary butterfly is wandering in small feathers, with its pink wings spread.
And it should hurt the bright and clear, and come close to the snow frequently. The second leaf is turned over again, facing the side door of the inclined bridge.
Reed flowers are only white, catkins may be warm. Xizi is looking for the palace, and Zhaojun is looking for his old village.
Every year the fragrant things are exhausted, come and say goodbye to Lansun. The third time I came to the small garden for the first time, I met Suo Wei for a while.
I am far away afraid that the fragrance will break, and I am lightly worried about the beautiful snow melting. I only know how to guard against the dew, but I don't know how to deal with the sharp wind.
Looking back at the two flying swallows, taking advantage of the time, they enter the Qihu. The fourth one flew to embroider Huyin and passed deep into the painting building.
Apply Qin Tai powder heavily, and lightly apply Han Palace gold. There are only catkins in the phase, and what is mentioned is the heart of flowers.
Can Ling Guke be invited to sing at midnight? End-turning Poetry Spring > Qing Dynasty Anonymous Ancient palindrome poetry is a poetry genre known for its uniqueness and interest, and comes in many forms. Here are two palindromic poems related to butterflies.
Meiliu is noisy in front of Jin, and magpies are noisy in front of Jin. Magpies are happy for the clear spring.
3. Poems about butterflies
1. "Two Poems on Changgan Xing" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Original excerpt:
Moss It is too deep to be swept, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind.
In August, butterflies come and fly on the grass in the west garden.
Definition:
The green moss is too thick and difficult to clean, the leaves fall, and autumn comes early. In August, yellow butterflies danced on the grass in the West Garden.
2. "Rain and Clear" by Wang Jia of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
Before the rain, the stamens of the flowers were first seen, and after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.
Butterflies fly over the wall, but they suspect that spring is in the next door.
Definition:
Before the rain, the stamens can be seen when the flowers first bloom, but after the rain, the flowers are no longer visible among the green leaves. Bees and butterflies flew to the other side of the wall, and they still suspected that the spring scenery was in the neighbor's yard.
3. "Two Poems on Qujiang" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpts from the original text:
The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water.
Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing, so don’t go against each other for the time being.
Interpretation:
But I saw butterflies shuttling back and forth in the depths of the flowers, and dragonflies flying across the water, tapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang, let me stay with Chunguang. Although we are temporarily complimentary, don't break it!
4. "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" by Huang Chao of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Definition:
The rustling autumn wind blows over the ground, and the chrysanthemums in the garden are swaying. The fragrance of the stamens is full of chillness, making it difficult for butterflies and bees to come. One day, I will be the God of Spring, and I will arrange for chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom in spring.
5. "The Qingming Festival" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Original text excerpt:
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an empty hall, reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
Definition:
It is the 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.
4. Poems about praising butterflies
Butterfly Flying
Li He of the Tang Dynasty
The poplars flutter against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen is full of drunken eyes. .
The butterfly flies from home to home, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
Jade Butterfly
Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is sad and sad, and the travelers have not returned.
The grass outside the Great Wall declines first, and the geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows.
Falling down makes people sad, but who knows about heartbreak.
Two Butterfly Songs
Tang Xu Wei
The ethereal caterpillar sheds its shell slightly, unable to withstand the heavy smoke and falling rain.
A branch of beautiful flowers is here to study and live, and a few spring breezes are blowing by.
To prevent danger, every time you worry about the mouth of a chicken or bird, the fragrance of pity lingers around the Qiluo clothes.
Ruthless people can’t understand Guanhun’s dream. Don’t believe Zhuang Zhou’s right and wrong.
The sun shines through the green and the red, and the spring light stays in my heart all my life.
What I dislike the most is the goddess coming to carry out the rain. I love accompanying Xi Shi to pick incense.
Only pistil powder should be collected when the wind is calm, and the flower house is the place to stay when the night is cold.
The nature of the singing cicada is very broad, and it is empty to explain the noisy sunset of Sanqiu.
Three Butterfly Songs
Tang Xuyu
It is not difficult for a moth to fly in a cocoon, it will definitely pass by a place with fragrant flowers.
The sky breeze carries the light away, but the spider laughs at its weaving.
Ranran both brushed the painting railing, and the beautiful woman stole a glance at it again and again.
Don’t be fooled into flying short and flying long, it will be difficult to fly among the flowers.
There is no reason why Xuxu can reach him. There are so many desolate paths in the wild park.
If you don’t listen to silk and bamboo, who will teach you dance? You should rely on the wandering orioles to sing.
Cold bees pick chrysanthemums
Tang Gengmao
Swimming under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemum bushes. Bringing sound to the pistil, even the shadow is in the fragrance.
Go and live in the lingering fog, with the wind blowing up and down. I feel ashamed that I am a strange butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul.
5. Poems about butterflies
1. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River Part 6" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu and Huang Si's natal family 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 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 as the day progresses, 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 lengthens, 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.
6. Ancient poem about butterflies (Li Bai)
Poems about spring
In the vast south and north, it is difficult to reconcile the straight road and the right things. The elm pods and money grow trees, and the poplars and jade grains are on the street.
The dust lingers on the wanderer's face, and the butterfly touches the beauty's hairpin. But I recall that on the green mountain, the cloud gate covers the bamboo studio.
Two poems from Changganxing⑴
Part 1
The concubine's forehead is covered with hair, and the flowers are folded in front of the door.
The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.
Living together in Changqianli⑶, the two children have no doubts about it.
The fourteenth year is a gentleman's wife, and the shame is not revealed.
Lowering your head towards the dark wall, you will never hear a thousand calls.
I raise my eyebrows at the age of fifteen, wishing to be like dust and ashes.
How can I go to the husband-watching platform if I always keep the letter ⑷?
The Sixteenth Lord traveled far away, Qutang Yanlidui⑸.
The month of May is untouchable, and the apes are mourning in the sky⑹.
There are no traces of late movements in front of the door, and there is green moss all over the place.
The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind.
In August, butterflies come⑼, flying on the grass in the West Garden.
Feeling this hurts my heart, and I sit there worrying about my beauty getting old.
Get off the bus in the morning and evening and send the book home in advance.
It’s not far to meet each other, until the wind and sand ⑾.
7. Ancient poem about butterflies (Li Bai)
The poem about spring is so vast that it is difficult to reconcile the south and the north.
Elm pods grow money trees, poplars and jade grains street. The dust lingers on the wanderer's face, and the butterfly touches the beauty's hairpin.
But I recall that on the green mountain, the cloud gate covers the bamboo studio. There are two poems from Changganxing. 1. One of the concubines has her hair first covering her forehead, and there is a drama in front of the door where flowers are folded.
The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together in Changqianli (3), the two children have no doubts that she is a gentleman's wife at the age of fourteen, and she has not yet shown her shame.
Lowering your head towards the dark wall, you will never hear a thousand calls. I raise my eyebrows at the age of fifteen, wishing to be like dust and ashes.
How can I go to the husband-watching platform if I always keep the letter of Baozhu (4)? The Sixteenth Lord went on a long journey to Qutang Yanlidui⑸.
The fifth month is untouchable, and the apes are mourning in the sky⑹. There are late traces in front of the door, and there are green moss all over.
The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind. In August, butterflies come and fly over the grass in the West Garden.
Feeling this hurts my heart, and I sit there worrying about my beauty getting old. Get off Sanba in the morning and evening, and prepare the newspaper for home.
It’s not far to meet each other, until the wind blows in the sand⑾.
8. What are the poems about praising butterflies?
1. Beyond the dust of cicadas, butterflies dream of water and clouds. ——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Pan Xiangjiang" Song Zhang Xiaoxiang
Translation: With noble aspirations and far-away interests, he is like an autumn cicada shedding its shell in the mud and floating outside the dust, and like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of turning into a butterfly, 32313133353236313431303231363533e78988e69d8331333431346461Easy in the land of light water and leisurely clouds.
2. After the light rain, the thin wings are greasy and smoky. Only then did I accompany You Feng to the small courtyard, and then followed Fei Xu across the east wall. Growing up is busy with flowers. ——"Wang Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterfly" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Translation: After a light rain, the butterfly's pink wings, which are wet and greasy, shimmer in the setting sun. It just flew into the small courtyard with the bees, and crossed the east wall with the catkins, often rushing for flowers.
3. Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging down the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Seven Quatrains on Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers (Part 6)"
Translation: The lush flowers of Huang Si's natal family covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent their branches low to the ground. The colorful butterflies are always flying among the fragrant flowers, and the soft and free orioles are singing happily.
4. The fence is sparsely one path deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli, "Xugong Store, Suxin City" in the Song Dynasty
Translation: There are few fences, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the trees are falling one after another, and the new leaves have not yet formed shade. The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
5. The bomb broke Zhuang Zhou’s dream, riding the east wind with two wings, and plucked three hundred famous gardens and emptied them all. Who knows how to be romantic and frighten the bees seeking beauty? Flying gently, it fanned the flower seller across the bridge. ——"Drunken Heaven·Ode to the Big Butterfly" Wang Heqing of the Yuan Dynasty
Translation: Breaking through Zhuang Zhou's dream and coming to reality, his huge wings are riding the mighty east wind. It collected all the nectar in three hundred famous gardens. Who knew it was a naturally romantic species and scared away the bees collecting nectar. The wings flapped gently, sending the flower sellers across the bridge to the east.
9. Poems about butterflies
Poems about autumn butterflies
Autumn butterfly Bai Juyi
Autumn flowers are purple, autumn butterflies Yellow and velvety.
The flowers are low and the butterflies are new and small, flying among the bushes in the west and east.
The cool breeze comes at dusk, and the flowers fall one after another.
The dew is white and cold at night, and the butterflies are dead among the bushes.
We live and die together, and all kinds of energy follow each other.
There are no thousand-year-old cranes, but many hundred-foot-long pines.
Two Autumn Butterfly Songs by Luo Ye
When Qin Lou’s flowers bloomed, Qin’s daughter smiled with him.
On an autumn day, I flew over to ask someone.
It seems that it is disgusting to live in the cold chrysanthemum, and it is graceful to occupy the evening sun.
If a sad person sees this, he should shed a thousand lines of tears.
Autumn Butterfly by Li Fangjing
How do you know that pink butterflies still fly in the depths of autumn?
Taking pity on the lost things in the canal is like enjoying the spring light.
The dew leaves are not what they used to be, and the frost industry can be relied upon.
There are not many chrysanthemums on the fence, but there are too many fortunes left in the book.
Four Poems by Cui Wei
I am like an autumn butterfly who has not forgotten my love, and I sigh for this cold flower in this life.
I am often ashamed of myself for being so old and leaning on my stick. Looking at flowers is not as light as a butterfly.
Autumn butterfly
It disappears when it flies close to Sushuang, and it carries the red leaves in its arms with a melodious sound.
Wherever there is no rest in the heart of flowers, the autumn butterflies and twin feathers are scattered among the flowers and trees.
Autumn Butterfly Song Xiang
The flowers bloom in the heart, and the shadow of the butterfly in the empty garden is faint.
Although it is already a cold season, I am still flying with love.
The dew chrysanthemums are worth picking up, and the wind orchids may be dependable.
From now on, I will be afraid of walking in the frost. You will decide where to go.
Autumn Butterflies
They want to rest but fly again, the bottoms of hibiscus leaves are in love with the autumn cliffs.
I know that all the powder on my wings has been sold out, and I am ashamed to approach the dancer's clothes before me.
Autumn Butterfly Yuanqu
There are several mournful sounds of lonely geese, and a few faint crows. The sweet-scented osmanthus falls with the rain, and the phoenix leaves wither with frost. The garden is in a bleak state, with scattered hibiscus calyxes, and a jade butterfly with a delicate figure. It cannot be described as elegant and romantic, nor can it be painted as light and thin.
Looking out over the clear field in the evening
When the weather is clear, guests feel sad and relaxed, and when they are full of food, they lean against the double doors. There is no solitary bird in the blue sky, and the evening glow spreads over the flat sand. There are people and dark trees, and the clouds suddenly return to the mountain temple. When I love the new autumn butterflies, I wear my shirt with the wind.
New Year's Eve in Shanlou
Dressed in autumn butterflies and holding cold flowers, thirty years of time go to the snake. There are guests in front of the wine bottles and stirrups. In the dream of Xishan, I am temporarily returning home. The lingering rain of the late year is dripping at noon, and the flowers are welcomed by the spring breeze in the middle of the night. I slept quietly in my quilt, listening to the crows outside the window.
Things will happen in nine days
The refreshing air on the dawn eaves indicates the beginning of clear weather, and the clouds are slowly receiving the light of the trees. Fallen leaves cut into poems, autumn butterflies turn into flowers, short fences drag sticks and roosters crow at noon. The green light is good when you enter the house at one peak, and the white light happens when you are on the stage thousands of miles away. There are many questions in the eyes, and the sky is filled with wild geese in different directions.
After the drought, the Chen bandits became Yang Wanli again
I pity myself that the autumn butterflies are not born early, and they are only as sad as the cries of crickets at night.
The world is not wide before my eyes, and there are more articles behind me.
Last autumn and this summer droughts followed each other, the Huaijiang River was not clean and the Chenjiang River was boiling.
The hungry husband said to him that he will not worry about death. This year, he will not be exempted from official duties and will not be able to buy anything.
On August 29th, I went back to play the ancient orchids in the rain.
It was raining and there was no salt for five days.
Even if you have rain gear, who will you sue when you go out?
What time is it now? There is clear sunlight leaking out of the bright window.
I have ancient Yilan orchid, and I use Dendrobium to grow it.
Of all the ignorant people in the world, only Qiu Die knows.
The purple ears are densely packed, and the snow velvet is luxuriant.
The national fragrance hits my sleeves, and I sit firm and feel content.
A slight chant of Han Zicao, a long song of Xiang tired lyrics.
When the restaurant is empty, don’t forget to save money, and when you are busy, you forget to adjust your hunger.
He and Wu Zi’s deputy acquaintance Haizhai
They relied on three carts for the banquet, but they left the pile of cases and stopped counting the sand.
The good wind breaks the summer heat and brings joy to the country, and the new sentences shed the dust and disperse the lingering clouds.
The monk’s hands were stained with sweat, and the Buddha had several piles of red flowers.
The yellow beams in the guest house are not yet ripe, and they allow autumn butterflies to dream of Nanhua.
Zheng Shun, who was paid by rock osmanthus, used his opera pen to substitute for Cambodia.
The fragrance of heaven penetrates the cold gold, and the goose yellow is brushed deep into the forehead.
Thank you for the west wind calling your dreams, and following the autumn butterflies to the sparse forest.
Li Shangyin was ill
Xu Jing was still in charge of the eunuchs, and An Ren died in mourning.
I am talking about a disease. When can I get rid of it?
Autumn butterflies are endlessly beautiful, while cold flowers are only temporarily fragrant.
Passionate and unlucky, it is easy for the ileum.
On the 9th, Mr. Linghu met Liu Yuxi, who was pregnant with yellow and white chrysanthemums.
The plain calyx is beautiful in the cold weather, and the gold and ying carry the fragrance of dew.
Prosperity shines on the yue, and prosperity shines on the silver.
The congs and jade complement each other, and the clothes are decorated with colorful medals.
The clear clouds cover the sky in the distance, and the autumn butterflies are near and melodious.
Fantasy only lasts for nine days, why should I accompany you with a cup of wine?
There are many beauties, but they are not willing to bear the harsh frost.
In the late autumn of Fenghe Changshe, I sent a letter to Sikong Shu, the second minister of Xu Xue, to Jixianyuan immediately.
Ai Ai Phoenix Palace, Lantai Jade Office.
The frost freezes the tree feathers at night, and the wind takes photos in the morning sun.
The official is attached to three nobles, and Confucianism is the founder of hundreds of sects.
Siyan Chen Yu was ordered to serve as lecturer to Yaocong.
The incense scroll is in green, and the lead is in green.
The signature is from Taishi, and the Qiang is worn and bowed to the public.
The pond is connected to the sky and the spring is green, and the forest is connected to the red fruit.
Winter turtles climb old leaves, and autumn butterflies love sparse bushes.
Yan Xie Zhengwen and Zhong Peizhi worked together.
The crane that leaves the crowd and frightens the sea belongs to Jiang Feng, who is thinking and resenting.
It is far away from Gusu, and the mountains are as long as the east.
After being ashamed to be a wise craftsman, it is difficult to write a song.
During the period of Lan Shang Mao Ci, Wang Wei started to make up for the shortage of money.
The people in the mountains disappeared, and the clouds disappeared and the sun passed by.
There are few fish in Asase, but there are many autumn butterflies in the orchids.
Old age is aloof from worldly affairs, and its nature is quiet and peaceful.
Drinking with wine makes me think of talented people, and I look at jade in the stream.
10. Verses praising butterflies
"Jin Se" Li Shangyin's Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects 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. (The second couplet probably says that the past is like smoke) "Spring Eve Travel" Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty) The water flows and the flowers wither, and the east wind passes through Chucheng.
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branches watch the third night of the moon. The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? (This poem uses clear language and neat rhyme to express the feelings of cherishing spring and homesickness vividly and poetically) "Poetry of Proud Son" Li Shangyin wants to compete with the butterfly, but the catkins are not withered. (It writes about a young man running lively, chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Miscellaneous Poems No. 8" (Jin Dynasty) Zhang Xie reported his duties and went to the border town to restrain the army.
When I got off the bus, it was like yesterday. I felt comfortable for four or five yuan. May I ask when? Butterflies fly to South Garden.
The flowing waves are nostalgic for the old Pu, and the clouds are longing for the old mountains. Fujian Yue Yiwen, Hu Ma is willing to save Yan.
It is natural that the local customs and customs are peaceful. "Resentment with the Master Bo Jizhe" (Southern Dynasties) Xie looked at the flowers and saw butterflies in random numbers, and the wind curtains entered the two swallows.
"Poem of Spring" (Tang Dynasty) Li Baichen lingers on the wanderer's face, and the butterfly touches the beauty's hairpin. "Two Ancient Poems" (Part 2) (Southern Dynasties) Emperor Wu of Liang flew two butterflies, low and low.
"Two Poems on Qujiang" (Part 2) (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu returned to the court to wear spring clothes every day, and returned home drunk every day at the head of the river. Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years of life.
The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water. They spread the word that the scenery is constantly changing, and they should not be incompatible with each other for the time being. [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] (Pan Xiangjiang River) (Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang God will pay me for this, and I will go to the Canglang in June.
Beyond the cicadas shed dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. [Sijia Ke] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying is obsessed with butterflies and disappears without a trace. Dreams fall deep in dawn, and the cold fragrance closes the heart of the small courtyard.
"The Back Hall in the Evening Day" (Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasty) Emperor Jian Wen of Xiao Gang The willows on the bank have long leaves, and the window peaches have fallen into thin tarsus. The flowers contain butterfly powder and bamboo leaves contain dragonfly beads.
"Answer" Liu Lingxian (female) sings orioles in the leaves, and plays with butterflies and ducks among the flowers. "The River is Red, Ignite the Cherry" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji's butterfly does not convey the dream of a thousand miles, and Zigui calls the third watch of the moon.
Listening to the voice on the pillow urging people to return, it is rare to return. (I hope Master Wang will miss his hometown in the north) "Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin The sun is slanting on the bank of Qingling Terrace, and the eternal soul is beautiful and beautiful. Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly, flying leisurely on other flowers.
"Li Yishan's Collected Poems" and "Ode to Butterflies" (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yikuang sometimes sees catkins dancing in the pear blossoms. The spring evening breeze on the river is warm and gentle, and the flower sellers are chasing each other across the bridge.
(Xie Yi composed three hundred butterfly poems, known as Xie Hudie, "Yuzhang Poetry Talk") "Jingnan Bamboo Branch Poems: Ode to Butterfly Lovers" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu Scholars went to Shenghuangtai, and the spring breeze continued in Nagano every year moss. The peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and butterflies are flying over again.
On the tomb of Liang Zhu in Ningbo, there are often gatherings of butterflies at Zhu Yingtai's reading place in Yixing. The local government has established a "Double Butterfly Festival" on the first day of the third lunar month (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) in "Jiang Xing" (Tang Dynasty) ) The Yuxuanji River hugs Wuchang slantingly, and there are thousands of households in front of Parrot Island. The painted boat has not yet finished its spring sleep, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
The last two sentences express the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I am dreaming, I still feel my emotions waving.
Ethereal and wonderful, conveying the spirit beyond words.
"Sunny Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jia saw the stamens among the flowers for the first time before the rain, but after the rain there were no flowers inside the leaves. Butterflies fly over the wall, and it seems that the spring scenery is in the neighboring house.
"Ode to the Butterfly" Emperor Wen of the Liang Dynasty returned to this place and sent swallowtails to fly on the flowers. Those who send a message to each other will always be of the same mind. A poem about butterflies in Yingying (Song Dynasty) by Xue Xiuxuan. The butterfly dance condenses the soul of the mountain, and the flowers bloom, thinking of the jade beauty.
"Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. One of Li Shangyin's four poems is a solitary butterfly with small feathers wandering around, its pink wings spreading.
And it should hurt Jiao Jie and come close to the snow frequently. Its two leaves are turned over, and the diagonal bridge faces the side door.
Reed flowers are only white, catkins may be warm. Xizi is looking for the palace, and Zhaojun is looking for his old village.
Every year when all the fragrant things are gone, come and bid farewell to Lansun. The third time he came to the small garden for the first time, he met Suo Wei for a while.
I am far afraid that the fragrant dust will break, and I am lightly worried that the beautiful snow will melt. I only know how to guard against the dew, but I don't know how to deal with the sharp wind.
Looking back at the two flying swallows, taking advantage of the time, they entered the Qihu. The fourth one flew to embroider Huyin and passed deep into the painting building.
Apply Qin Tai powder heavily and Han Palace gold lightly. There are only catkins in the phase, and what is mentioned is the heart of flowers.
Can Ling Guke be invited to sing at midnight? End-turning comic poem, Qing Dynasty, Anonymous, ancient palindrome poetry is a poetry genre, known for its uniqueness, and comes in many forms. Here are two palindromic poems related to butterflies.
Mei Liu is noisy in front of Jin, magpie is noisy in front of Jin, magpies are happy in the clear spring. Note: [Jin: Ferry] [Liu Mei: the graceful and charming appearance of the willow tree] "Turning the tail chain" is a type of palindrome poem, consisting of sixteen characters connected from beginning to end to form a ring. , you can read it left and right to get seven unique poems. Reading method: The first sentence starts from the word "春" in a left-hand rotation, and the next three sentences all start from the fourth word of the previous sentence.
The right-handed pronunciation is the same as the left-handed pronunciation, up to the first character of the left-handed pronunciation.