Poetry about butterfly love 1 Poems about butterfly love
Tang Sikongshu, a wild butterfly in love, "Wandering alone and guarding the long forest"
The butterfly between flowers is still dead, loving Song Ge Chang Gung's "Why Heart Langfei Peach Blossom"
Butterflies love autumn flowers: eight poems written by Tang Yuan Zhen in autumn.
Water butterflies are deeply in love. Li Qunyu's "Two Poems of Sending Weng to Xiaoqing in Huting" in Tang Dynasty
Butterfly Love Evening Flowers will never go on an outing in Tang Dynasty.
Song Hu Zhonggong's Gong Ci
Who sang Song Su Zhe's Iris?
Hua Hudie fell in love with Song He's "Yangyang No.1 Pavilion Lunch is Elegant"
Love flowers and hate spending them several times. Song Zhao's Long Summer.
2. What poems describe "recent love"
There are only eight sentences, as follows:
1. Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. -"Die in Hua Lian" Su Shi
If you want to make full use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie. -"The Recent Flowers" Yan Dao Ji
3. I plan to get drunk and treat wine as a song, but it is still tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -"The Recent Flower" Liu Yong
At present, the scenery can't stay, it's warm and fragrant, and I'm going to carve saddles. If you want to hide the road with tobacco, you will find that it is acacia. -"Butterfly Lovers" Nalan Xingde
5. Love is easy to die, but the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and spring recognized the amphibious butterfly. -"Butterfly Lovers" Nalan Xingde
6. Green mountains and green waters smell of Du Yu, so it is heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable. Let alone send wine in spring, it rains at dusk. -"The Recent Flower" Zhu Shuzhen
7. The threshold chrysanthemum cries sadly, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely on Zhuhu Lake. -"The nearest flower" Yan Shu
8. How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. -"The Recent Flowers" Ouyang Xiu
The most recent flower, the name of China epigraph, is divided into two parts, with * * * 60 characters, which are generally used to fill in sentimental and sentimental contents. Since the Song Dynasty, there have been many beautiful poems with the inscription "Dead Hua Lian", such as Dead Hua Lian written by Liu Yong, Su Shi, Yan Shu and others in the Song Dynasty, which are enduring swan songs. Words: Pingyi, Zhong Ping, Zhong Ping. Who knows how to throw leisure a little longer? The middle is flat, and the middle is flat. Every spring comes, melancholy remains. Average, average, average. I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror. Medium, medium and flat. Willow trees on the riverbank of Kate. The middle is flat, and the middle is flat. To ask new worries, what happens every year? Average, average, average. The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
3. Butterfly love poems
Hua Lian Su Songshi
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Su Shi
Mizhou shangyuan
On the night of Lantern Festival, by the river, the bright moon shines brightly on beautiful people. At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer and follows the horse without dust. Lonely mountain people are old! Drums and blowjobs, but he joined the Nongsang Society. The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Su Shi
Remember the first time we met.
Good dreams surprised me. I saw Gaotang Road broken.
Swallows fly back and forth, and the screen window has several spring evenings.
Where the embroidered curtains met that day,
Eyes down, pretending to laugh.
It's hard to whisper the meaning in front of people.
Yan Shu
A butterfly in love with flowers
The threshold chrysanthemum is blue with tears [1]. Curtain light cold [2], swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave hate, and it shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake [3]. The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. Send colorful stationery and rulers [4] You know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide!
A butterfly in love with flowers
Yan Shu
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?
Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when the red apricot bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Author: Li Qingzhao
Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Author: Li Qingzhao
Warm rain, sunny weather and wind broke the ice first. Liu Yanmei Gilles has felt the heartbeat of spring. Who and * * *? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.
Try sewing a shirt with gold thread at first sight. The mountain pillow is inclined, and the pillow damages the hairpin. There is no good dream when you are alone in grief, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Author: Li Qingzhao
Xiao Xi at night, dream of Chang 'an, and recognize Chang 'an Road. In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together.
Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant. Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like spring.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Author: Ouyang Xiu
Where have the clouds gone these days? I forgot to come back. I didn't know that spring would be dusk. A hundred flowers and a hundred flowers cold food road, whose tree is the fragrant car?
Tears leaned against the floor and talked alone frequently. When Shuang Yan comes, will we meet on strangers? Chaos and spring sorrow are like catkins, dreaming where to find him?
A butterfly in love with flowers
Author: Ouyang Xiu
The face is spinning and the wind is rippling. The willow is heavy with smoke and the snow is flying. The cold is still there after the rain, and the spring wine becomes melancholy.
Pingshan on the pillow, surrounded by blue waves. The green quilt is decorated with lanterns, and the night sky is opposite. Lonely embroidery, the moon is on the pear flower.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Author: Ouyang Xiu
Who has abandoned leisure for a long time, every spring, melancholy remains. I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror.
Willow trees on the green and black embankment by the river have something to ask new worries about every year. The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
4. Butterfly Poetry
Poems about Qiu Die
Qiu Die Bai Juyi
Autumn flowers are purple, and Qiu Die is yellow and furry.
Flowers are low, butterflies are new and small, and flying plays are everywhere.
When the cool breeze comes at dusk, flowers fall in succession.
The night was cold and the butterfly died.
Born in the morning, died in the evening, all kinds of qi follow.
I don't see a thousand-year-old crane, how loose it is.
Two Ye Luo Poems by Qiu Die
When Qin Lou was in bloom, Qin women smiled at each other.
And in autumn, who will fly to ask?
It seems to be a cold chrysanthemum, which takes up the afterglow of the sunset.
If a sad person sees this, he should shed a thousand tears.
Ber Ber
I don't know what a butterfly is, but it still flies in autumn.
It is better to pity the canal than to get spring scenery.
Exposing leaves is not what it used to be, and first frost industries can rely on it.
There were not many chrysanthemums by the fence, so I had to send my life to the Philippines.
Four Poems by Cui Yi
Like Qiu Die, I have not forgotten, and I regret this life.
When you are old, you are often ashamed to kiss a stick, but seeing flowers is not as light as watching butterflies.
Qiu Die
When flying near the frost, the red leaves are melodious.
Where the flower heart never stops, Qiu Die is short of two-feather flower trees.
Qiu Die Song Yao
The heart of Baihui, the butterfly shadow in the empty garden is tiny.
Although it is cold, it is still flying.
Dew chrysanthemum can be picked, cymbidium can be relied on.
Since then, I have been afraid that you will decide where to go back.
Qiu Die
Want to rest but fly again, hibiscus leaves fall in love with autumn.
I know my wings are muddy and sold out, and I have no face to respect the clothes of the former dancer.
Qiu Die Yuanqu
A few lonely geese whine, and a few faint crows make noise. Osmanthus fragrans fell with the rain, and the leaves withered due to frost. Garden depression, hibiscus calyx scattered, see a jade Hu Die's charm. If you can't depict elegance and nobility, this painting will be light and thin.
Sunset and wild gaze
At first glance, guests and worries are clear, and a full meal depends on Shuang Ye. There are no lonely birds in the sky, and there is no sunset glow in Pingsha. With people and trees, the mountain temple suddenly returned to the clouds. Love the new autumn butterfly, put on a windy coat.
Shanlou New Year Eve dinner
She took time to go to Snake Valley in A Qiu's cold dead flower suit. Before drinking, everyone is a guest, and I will return to China temporarily in my dream. The annual rain leaked in the afternoon and ushered in the spring breeze in the middle of the night. Silent and uneasy, listening to the noisy wood chips outside the window.
Nine days is the key.
Report to Chu Qing, the cloud meets the tree light. Falling leaves cut poems into autumn butterflies, and short fences drag sticks to crow at noon. When other peaks entered the room, the green light was good, and Wan Li came on stage for nothing. Don't ask again, geese fly all over the sky.
After the drought, Chen Kou became Yang Wanli again.
Self-pity Qiu Die was not born early, only sad about the sound of night flies.
I think the world is not the vastness in my eyes, but the articles I use behind my back.
Last autumn and this summer, there were successive droughts, the Huaihe River was unclean and the river was boiling.
If you are hungry, you won't worry about death. This year, officials are exempt from peace.
On August 29th, it was raining and I was playing in Gulan.
Accumulated rain can't get out, five days without salt acyl.
If you have rain gear, who will you sue when you go out?
I'm glad I'm here, but the bright window is leaking.
I have an ancient orchid, and I have a tile to lick it.
Qiu Die is the only person in the world who knows nothing.
Purple spikes are dense, and snow is dense.
The fragrance of the country hits your sleeve and you sit still.
Micro-chanting Cao, long for Lei Ci.
Talking about not saving money, but forgetting to adjust hunger.
And Woods' assistant knowledge hai Zhai.
A feast should be provided for cars in Three Lai, and that pile of boxes should be counted as sand.
Breaking the summer heat makes the country happy, and the new sentence of dust removal scatters the afterglow.
The monk's hands are sweating and the Buddha has several piles of red flowers.
The guest house is not ripe, and Qiu Die dreams in the south.
Yan Guixiang gave Zheng Shun a play pen instead of Cambodia.
The sky is sweet and cold, and the gold blows the goose yellow.
Thank you for calling Xifeng to dream and follow Qiu Die to the sparse forest.
Li Shangyin, a disease
Xu Jing is still imprisoned, and An Renfu mourns.
I'm talking about a disease. If I'm sick, I'll avoid it.
There is no reason for the beauty of Qiu Die, but the cold flowers are only temporary.
Affectionate true life is thin, easy for ileum.
And Hu Ling's "xianggong" met Liu Yuxi on the 9th.
The plain calyx welcomes the cold, and the golden eagle is fragrant.
Prosperity shines, and Rong Sheng is silvery yellow.
Jade shines brightly and clothes are colorful.
Wan Li is clear and Qiu Die is melodious.
If you dream for nine days, why not accompany you?
Full of beautiful colors, unwilling to be severely frosted.
In late autumn, Mr. Feng and Mr. Chang wrote a letter to Assistant Minister Xu Sikongshu in Jixian Hospital.
Love Phoenix Palace, Lantai Jade Department.
Night frost condenses tree feathers, and morning wind shines.
Officials are attached to three expensive, and Confucianism opens a hundred schools.
The secretary said it was Chen Yu's life, and he asked me to send Yao Cong.
In the green part of the incense roll, lead is divided into green characters.
I pay tribute to the public by putting up the signboard of the Grand Master.
The pool meets Tian Quan Bi, and the forest meets Royal Fruit Red.
Cold tortoise climbs leaves, Qiu Die falls in love.
Xie Yan, Zheng Wen and Zhong Pei are the same.
Disturbing sea cranes from the crowd is a reflection on Jiang Feng.
The land is far from Suzhou and the mountains grow eastward.
After becoming a philosopher, the next song will be difficult to do.
Wang Wei made up for Qian Qi in the period of Blue Mautz.
People in the mountains don't meet each other, and the clouds have gone to the sunset.
Shallow Seto has less cold fish and more butterflies.
Old age indifferent to the world, quiet and cheerful.
A talented person who is ripe with wine looks at jade at the head of the stream.
5. What poems contain butterflies?
butterfly
Don
Huayang is hot in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.
The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today.
butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the smell is heavy. Fly separately. See you in teams.
Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees. Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other.
Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick. You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers.
The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless. Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus.
Pimp a butterfly
Tang Wen Ting Yun
The autumn wind is sad, and the traveler has not returned.
The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.
Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows.
It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?
two butterflies
Tang xuqiu
The ethereal caterpillar is slightly shelled and can't bear the misty rain.
A beautiful branch to teach, a few wisps of spring breeze to fly.
Every worry in the mouths of chickens and birds, as well as the fragrance of pity, is wrapped around the clothes that continue the front edge.
Ruthless can't solve the dream, don't believe the right and wrong of Zhuang Zhou.
Brush green, wear red, and spend a lifetime in spring.
I hate it when the goddess comes to rain. I like to pick incense with stones.
The wind should only accumulate pollen, and the night is cold and long
The cicada's song is pedantic, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.
Three butterflies
Tang xuqiu
Moths in cocoons are not difficult, but flowers must pass by.
The sky and the wind gently send each other, but laugh at spider weaving.
Constant constant double brush painting column, beauty stole a glance frequently.
Don't bully your wings to fly short and close, it's hard to try to jump between flowers.
There is no vivid reason. There are many wild paths in the wild garden.
Who doesn't know that silk and bamboo teach dance, and it depends on Yinger to sing?
Cold bee picking chrysanthemums
Tang gengkun
Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense.
Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.
Inlaid harp
Don
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
Tijinhua
Tang rongyu
It takes two years to buy hibiscus plants with your own money.
The bright red is not seen by the beauty, but the butterfly tries to know it early.
spring
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I feel that the scenery in the east is getting late, and the wild Meishan apricot is dark and fragrant.
On the falling star tower, the residual horn blows, and the residual sunset hangs the crescent camp.
The dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul.
The world of mortals broke off the guest in Chang 'an, and the prince of Cao Fang did not return at dusk.
See the rain on the boat
Don Dai Shulun
At the beginning of the rain tonight, Du Ruoqing is in Jiangnan. How reckless is it to become famous? Brothers always wither.
Dreams are far from worrying about butterflies, and feelings are deep shame. I care about lonely people all day, and my life experience is still Liu Ping.
Jianghang
Don Yu Xuan Ji
The great river embraces Wuchang oblique, and there are thousands of households in Parrot Island.
It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.
Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the painting is still along Nautilus Island.
I don't even feel drunk. I'm surprised at Hanshui.
There is a real mother's grave.
Tangzhanghu
The Buddha buried Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp.
The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.
peony
Tang peishuo
A few flowers are beautiful, and peaches and plums are peaceful.
I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing.
This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring.
Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.
Begonia
Tangzhenggu
Spring breeze is intended to be even in color and can be sold with poems and songs.
It's best to have a fresh rain when the wind is sunny, and it's about to open.
Mochow was lazy at the window, and Liang Guangdan was late in writing.
I'm drunk and can't get enough of it. I admire his butterfly branches.
Zhuhe Liu Yun
Don
Bai, go home by car.
Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.
The glass is full of dew and empty.
Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Send dou bing Cao
Tangli section
Pears are everywhere in bloom, and girls wear robes. When you hear your lover complaining, you should hurry home.
The Imperial Bridge is warm at night, and there are few early warblers in Guandu. No wedding, watch butterflies fly.
6. What sentences describe "recent love"
1. Love flowers and wild butterflies, and play gulls in love the water. Tang Sikongshu's "The Lone Ranger, Sending Wei Changlin"
Interpretation: Love flowers like wild butterflies, and gulls play in the water.
Butterflies are still in love among flowers. Song Ge Chang Geng's "What Heart Lang Jinfei Peach Blossom"
Interpretation: Butterflies chase each other among beautiful flowers.
3. Dragonflies pity Xiao Lou, but butterflies love autumn flowers. Eight Poems of Autumn by Tang Yuanzhen
Interpretation: Dragonflies pity the morning dew, while butterflies miss autumn flowers.
4. The wind shakes the willows, and the water butterflies love flowers. Tang, "Two Poems from Little clear lake Pavilion"
Interpretation: The wind blows the willows and shakes the branches, and the butterflies in the water linger in the sea of flowers.
Butterflies like flowers at night, but seagulls don't fly in spring. Don's outing
Interpretation: butterflies don't want to leave the flowers in late autumn, and seagulls can't fly when they meet the rushing river.
6. Unreasonable infatuation, shaking the first branch of the east wind. Hu Zhonggong's Gong Ci in Song Dynasty
Interpretation: The butterfly loves flowers for no reason, and the east wind shakes the wicker.
7. Who sang Last Spring's Recent Love? A mass of pink wings leans against the branches. Song Su Zhe's "Butterfly of Flowers"
Interpretation: Who is talking about butterflies flying among the flowers in late spring, only seeing a pink wing bending the branches?
8. Flowers fall in love with butterflies, and chickens crow at noon. Song Yu's Elegant Cooking in the Afternoon
Interpretation: flowers are noisy and butterflies are disturbed, and chickens crow at noon.
9. The warbler cries for spring and worries for thousands of strands, while the butterfly loves flowers and hates them several times. The Long Summer by Song Zhao Youzhi
Interpretation: Birds crow and are inextricably worried about the departure of spring. Butterflies wander among the flowers, regretting why they didn't come back several times.
10. The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. Yan Shu in Song Dynasty's "Butterfly Lovers, Threshold Chrysanthemum, Sorrow for Smoke and Blue Tears"
Interpretation: The chrysanthemum outside the railing in the morning is covered with a layer of sad smoke, and the orchid dew is like a weeping dew. Between the screens, there was a faint chill, and a Shuang Yanzi flew away.
1 1. Die Lian Hua, the name of China epigraph, is divided into up and down, * * *, which is generally used to fill in sentimental and sentimental contents. Since the Song Dynasty, there have been many beautiful poems with the inscription "Dead Hua Lian", such as Dead Hua Lian written by Liu Yong, Su Shi, Yan Shu and others in the Song Dynasty, which are enduring swan songs.
7. Poems about butterflies
1, "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River, Episode 6"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
The roadside around Huangsi's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are pressing down the branches. Butterflies don't want to hover in the flowers, and free little orioles keep singing in the flowers.
2. Su Xinshi Xugong Store
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall one after another, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.
3. "Jinse"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II"
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
A plum tree turns golden, and the apricots grow bigger and bigger; Buckwheat flowers are white and rape flowers are sparse. As the day grows, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by; Only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
5. "Qingming is a thing"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing naturally makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. The grass grows and the warbler flies, and the butterflies pair. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.