Poems about cuckoo 1. Famous poems about cuckoo
1. a message to commissioner li at zizhou Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty
from ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven, on a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling.
and, after a night of mountain rain, from each summit come hundreds of silken cascades.
if girls are asked in tribute the fibre they weave, or farmers quarrel over taro fields.
preside as wisely as Wenweng did, is fame to be only for the ancients?.
wanhe ancient trees are towering in the sky, and cuckoos are chirping in the depths of Qian Shan.
the spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and hundreds of springs are flowing at the top of the trees.
Chinese women toil for weaving and pay taxes, while Ba people struggle for land with less lawsuits.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements and make great efforts to live up to the sages.
2. "Seeing Rhododendron/Zigui in Xuancheng" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai
Shu once heard of Zigui birds, and Xuancheng also saw rhododendrons.
one is called a broken ileum, and three bars are remembered in March and March.
I have seen cuckoo birds in Shu and rhododendrons in Xuancheng.
once cuckoo calls, my tears flow once, and my heart breaks. Beautiful spring in March, I always talk about my hometown No.3 bus.
3. The Song of the Old Lady Picking Jade
In the Tang Dynasty, Li He picked jade, and it was beautiful, and it was made to be lewd.
I'm worried about hunger and cold dragons, and the blue stream is not innocent.
at night, the rain eats the seeds, and the cuckoo's mouth is full of blood and tears.
the water of blue stream hates strangers, and it hates streams for thousands of years.
the wind and rain on the sloping mountain cypress are like whistling, and the rope hanging at the foot of the spring is green.
the village is cold and white, and the baby is missed, and the grass hangs from the stone on the ancient platform.
migrant workers are constantly picking jade, and they want to pick the precious water. It's just carved into ladies' jewelry to dress up for ladies.
The old man was hungry and cold to collect jade, which made the dragon in the water feel sad. The blue blue stream has also been turned muddy.
The old man had to fill his hunger with hazelnuts on the crazy hill in the dark night. The cuckoo moans and cries blood, just like the old man's sad tears.
How many jade miners were swallowed alive by the deep and dangerous blue stream. The ghosts buried in the water, even after thousands of years, still hate Blue Creek.
on the steep and inclined hillside, cypress trees are whistling, and the wind is crazy and the rain is urgent. The old man's waist is tied with ropes, hanging straight from the foot of the mountain to the bottom of the blue stream.
I'm worried about the girls crying in the cottage in the cold village. Looking at the hanging grass on the cliff steps, the old man's heart is sad.
4. Jinse Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
translation: Thurben has 25 strings, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin's wife, so 5 strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that beautiful time.
Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he just yearns for the free butterfly. Wang Di's beautiful heart and deeds can touch Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only at that time can Lantian in another place produce jade like smoke.
those beautiful things and years can only be left in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
5. "Midnight Song, Night Moon" Song Dynasty He Zhu
In the night moon, the atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snow. Pear blossom snow, too sad to break, cuckoo crying blood.
how can a prince and grandson say goodbye to each other? Swallow goodbye, stop running water, and sob for others.
The moonlight in the middle of the night shines on the pear flowers in the court like snow in winter, and the feelings of lovesickness are endless and sad, like Du Que crying blood. Why didn't the wandering wanderer hear from you? At that time, I held back my crying and said goodbye to you on the path of Rousang. Only the flowing water in Longtou seems to know my heart, making a gurgling sound like crying for me.
6. "Jinling Post" Wen Tianxiang in the Song Dynasty
When the grass leaves the palace, it turns to dusk, and the lonely cloud wanders, what does it depend on?
the scenery of mountains and rivers is the same, and the people of the city are half gone.
The reeds are everywhere and I am old. Who will fly next to the swallows in my old home?
From now on, I will leave Jiangnan Road and turn into a cuckoo with blood.
Wan Li Jin 'ou lost its strength, and the clothes were upside down and smeared with mud.
Du Yu's voice is full of blood, and his chin and beard are half removed.
when I am old, the autumn wind blows me evil, and when I dream back to the cold moon, I look lonely.
success or failure in a thousand years is all dust, which makes it impossible to say husband in the world.
Translation: Where is your home in the palace covered with weeds at sunset?
The great rivers and mountains of the motherland are no different from the original ones, and the people have become subjects of alien rule.
The reed flowers on the ground are as old as I am, the people are displaced and the country is dead.
I have to leave this familiar old place now, and there is no hope of returning to the south from now on. Let my soul come back after my death!
The downfall of Jiangshan lies in the lack of grand plans. Even Emperor Deyou bowed down to the foreign people and became a vassal, just like falling from the sky into the mud.
Deyou is the king of national subjugation. Even if the cuckoo cries and bleeds, he is homeless, and the little emperor dies.
people are getting old, and the autumn wind makes me feel bad. I wake up in my dream and the cold moon shines on lonely people.
in the long river of history, temporary success or failure is nothing, the most noteworthy thing is to let people praise themselves as a gentleman.
2. Poems about Du Fu
1. "Sleeping at Seven Panling"-Shen Quanqi
traveled thousands of miles alone, lying high and lying in seven panxi. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low.
Fang Chun is flat and green, and Zi Gui cries in the clear night. Floating guests stay and listen, praising the city to smell the chicken.
2. "Song of the Old Lady Picking Jade"-Li He
Picking jade, picking jade, and making it into a walking and lascivious.
I'm worried about hunger and cold dragons, and the blue stream is not innocent.
at night, the rain eats the seeds, and the cuckoo's mouth is full of blood and tears.
the water of blue stream hates strangers, and it hates streams for thousands of years.
the wind and rain on the sloping mountain cypress are like whistling, and the rope hanging at the foot of the spring is green.
the village is cold and white, and the baby is missed, and the grass hangs from the stone on the ancient platform.
3, "Spring Evening"-Cui Tu
Flowing flowers thank two heartless people and send the east wind across Chuncheng.
Wan Li, the butterfly's dream home, was in the third night of last month.
The book movement in the old garden has never happened in years, and Hua Fa Chun is only full of mirrors.
naturally, if you don't return, you will get it. Who will argue about the smoke scene in the five lakes?
4, "Listening to the Zheng"-Liu Zhongyong
Pulling strings to promote the column to listen to the Qin Zheng, infinite Qin people's sadness and resentment.
It's like following the spring breeze to know the willow state, and it's like following the birds to know the flowers.
who's the one who's worried about the lights all night? Where is the empty building thinking about the moon?
It's even more painful to leave. The south of the Yangtze River diverges from Luoyang City.
5. a message to commissioner li at zizhou-Wang Wei
from ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven, on a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling. The spring rain in the mountains is not stopped one night, and the trees on the tops of trees spring.
Chinese women lose cloth, or farmers quarrel over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward the achievements of Wen Weng, and strive for the past.
6. Seeing Rhododendron in Xuancheng —— Li Bai
Shu once heard of Zigui bird, and Xuancheng saw Rhododendron again.
one is called a broken ileum, and three bars are remembered in March and March.
7. Jinse-Li Shangyin
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
8, "Biqing Yi Xiao Si"-Wen Tingyun
Incense lamps accompanied by dreams, Chu is at the end of the world.
when the moon sets, the apricot blossoms are everywhere.
9. Difficulties in Shu Dao-Li Bai
the Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles, each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound. Panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star, then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan.
we wonder if this westward trail will never have an end? The formidable path ahead grows darker, darker still. With nothing heard but the call of birds hemmed in by the ancient forest, male birds smoothly wheeling, following the females.
jathyapple, and there come to us the melancholy voices of the cuckoos, is a lonely mountain. Such travelling is harder than scaling the blue sky, even to hear of it turns the cheek pale!
1. Pipa Trip-Bai Juyi
I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang.
and so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year.
my quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house.
and what is to be heard here, morning and evening?, the bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes.
on flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone.
3. Poems about the cuckoo
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Poems about the cuckoo
Famous sentence:
Song Chen Yunping's "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River": "Parrots hate parakeets on the side of the state, and cuckoos crow on the branches of the cuckoo.
1. a message to commissioner li at zizhou by Tang Wangwei:
from ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven, on a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling. The spring rain in the mountains is not stopped one night, and the trees on the tops of trees spring.
if girls are asked in tribute the fibre they weave, or farmers quarrel over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward the achievements of Wen Weng, and strive for the past.
2. Tang Libai's Seeing Rhododendron in Xuancheng:
Shu once heard of Zigui Birds, and Xuancheng saw Rhododendron again. One call, one ileum, one break, and three memories in March and March.
3. Difficulties in Shu Dao by Tang Li Bai:
the Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles, each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound. Panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star, then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan. We wonder if this westward trail will never have an end
the formidable path ahead grows darker, darker still. With nothing heard but the call of birds hemmed in by the ancient forest, male birds smoothly wheeling, following the females. Jathyapple, and there come to us the melancholy voices of the cuckoos, sorrow empty mountain.
4. Pipa Trip by Tang Bai Juyi:
I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang. And so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year. My quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp, with bitter reeds and yellowed rushes all about the house. And what is to be heard here, morning and evening?? The bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes. On flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone.
5. Tang Lihe's Song of the Old Lady Picking Jade:
Picking jade must be beautiful, and it's a womanizer. I am worried about the hunger and cold dragon, and the blue stream is not innocent.
at night, the rain eats the seeds, and the cuckoo's mouth is full of blood and tears. The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and it hates the stream for thousands of years.
the wind and rain on the sloping mountain cypress are like whistling, and the rope hanging at the foot of the spring is green. The village is cold and white, and the baby is missed, and the ancient stone platform hangs grass.
6. Jinse by Tang Li Shangyin:
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun. And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
7. Shen Quanqi of Tang Dynasty's "Sleeping at Seven Panling Nights":
Traveling thousands of miles alone, lying high and facing seven Panxi. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low.
Fang Chun is flat and green, and Zi Gui cries in the clear night. Floating guests stay and listen, praising the city to smell the chicken.
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Xiang Deng accompanied by a dream, Chu is in the end of the world. The moon sets and the rules rest, and the apricot blossoms are full of people.
9. Tang Cui Tu's Spring Evening:
Flowing flowers and Xie are ruthless, sending the east wind across Chuncheng. Butterfly dreams of home Wan Li, Ziguizhi last night.
The book movement in the old garden has never happened in years, and Hua Fa Chun is only full of mirrors. Of course, if you don't return, you will get it. Who will fight for the smoke scene in the five lakes?
1, Tang Liu Zhongyong's "Listening to the Zheng":
Pulling strings to promote the column to listen to the Qin Zheng, infinite Qin people's sadness and resentment. It's like chasing the spring breeze to know the willow state, and it's like knowing the flowers with the birds.
who's the one who's worried about the lights all night? Where is the empty building thinking about the moon? More into a few heavy parting hate, Luoyang city, the south of the Yangtze River.
11. Huangling Temple by Li Qunyu in Tang Dynasty:
On the edge of Puyun in the north of Xiaoguzhou, two girls are crying and making up. The wild temple is silent to Jiang Chun, and the ancient monument has no word for Sandy.
When the wind returns to the sunset, Fang Zhi blows, and when the moon sets, Du Fu cries deeply. Jude seems to have a look at the inaugural patrol, and nine doubts are like the separation of Hunan and Sichuan.
12. Miscellaneous Poems by Tang Anonymous:
Near the cold food, the rain grass is growing, and the wheat seedlings are blowing against the embankment; When there is no home to return to, the cuckoo will cry to her ear.
13, Song Wen Tianxiang's "The Moon on the Yangtze River":
Gan Kun can be great, and it is not a thing in the pool. There is no place to worry about the wind and rain, and it is even colder. Cross-cutting poems, going upstairs to compose poems, everything snows in the air. If the river flows like this, there will be Yingjie. I can laugh at a leaf drifting away, and come back to Huaishui, which is a cool breeze. In the mirror, Zhu Yan is gone, but Dan Xin is hard to die out. Going to Longsha, looking back, the front line is as green as hair. Old friends should remember that there is a waning moon on the branches of azaleas.
14. Jin Ling Yi by Wen Tianxiang in Song Dynasty:
From now on, I left Jiangnan Road and turned into a crow with blood.
15. Song Anshi's "Going out of the City to Visit the Lodging House without Party affiliation":
Looking for a horse's hoof outside the customs, he wrote a poem of Ren Tianni. The flowers and branches set each other off in the spring, and the mountains invaded the clothes and became fascinated late.
Today's joke is still happy * * *, but after years of rest and hard work, it is difficult to get together. I'm lazy in my career. Thank you for your hospitality, Du Yu.
16. The Tenth Five-Year Plan by Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty:
Put the mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, the North and the South always cared.
17. Song Sushi's Dike Building:
Six Bridges cross the Tianhan River, and Beishan begins to connect with Nanping. Suddenly, I was shocked, and the old cockroach swept through the sky.
In the past, the Pearl Tower was full of green cymbals, but the female wall was still in Sandy. There are willows beside the sixth bridge in Dongfeng, but no oriole sees cuckoo.
18. Song Chaobuzhi's "Lin Jiang Xian Xin Zhou Zuo":
Chen Jiangcheng has no house to buy, and the remnant monks and wild temples depend on each other. Loose medicine mortar bamboo clothes, poor water line everywhere, when Yun Qi sat watching. A lonely bird (cuckoo) has a fate, and it's hard to get drunk and cry? The moon leans on the west courtyard, and the more sad it is. The castle peak is infinitely good, and it is better to return than to return.
19. Song Hezhu's "Midnight Song":
In the middle of the night, the atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snow. Pear blossom snow, too sad to break, cuckoo crying blood. How can the prince and grandson say goodbye to each other? Swallow goodbye, stop running water, and sob for others.
2. Song Wanglan's "Nian Nujiao, Avoiding the Land and Overflowing the River, Writing in the New Pavilion":
Seeing my hometown from a lofty perspective is only in the depths of white clouds. Town, homesick for home, lonely and attentive to Du Yu. The old country is sad, the new pavilion is tearful, and it is raining. The Yangtze River in Wan Li, it is difficult to get rid of this hate. Looking back at the estuary, birds crow and flowers fade. Who is the main one today? Swallows come back, where are the carved beams, and what are the whispers? The most bitter sands, 1, households are exhausted, making blood drift. Stand firm but gentle, be a washed-up remnant.
(to be continued)
4. Poems about Rhododendron
1. a message to commissioner li at zizhou Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty
from ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven, on a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling.
and, after a night of mountain rain, from each summit come hundreds of silken cascades.
if girls are asked in tribute the fibre they weave, or farmers quarrel over taro fields.
preside as wisely as Wenweng did, is fame to be only for the ancients?.
2. "Rhododendron" [Song] Yi Shida
Cut the tip lightly and make it thin, but it is hard to grind the sub-gauge.
the garden is full of fragrance, and there are not many tender green branches.
3. "Rhododendron" [Song] Yang Yunzhai
The bright red drops reflect the dawn, all of which are stained with the blood of unjust birds.
The captive has no home to return to, and he is speechless and affectionate about flowers.
4. "Rhododendron" [Song] Shu Yuexiang
Du Lingye used to worship the cuckoo, thinking about the change of Shu Wang.
I'm weeping azaleas today, for this bird will splash.
well, Du Yu and He Qiyu, success or failure depends on everything.
a black-and-white hand is turned over, and it's all in the Qiu market.
you're a billionaire at the beginning of your life, so why don't you stay in love with Hu?
Er Sheng can't live in a country, and he blames Xie Bao for nothing.
So far, it's not good to send a child to a nest to give birth.
tens of billions of birds are divided into tens of billions of flowers, and the number is like the Ganges river sand.
when this flower blooms, this bird will come, and the green maple and bitter bamboo will be its home.
you can't miss the golden officials' jade base, and it's a magnificent place.
I don't smell the cuckoo in October, but only the azaleas in October.
5. Rhododendron [Tang] Cheng Yanxiong
Rhododendron and bird, what's the credit for?
it is suspected that it is blood in the mouth, dripping into branches.