Poems about birds and the moon

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Two orioles sing green willows, and there are no birds in the mountains, and a line of egrets go up to the sky. People from 1000 trackless roads draw birds without fear. (1) Poetry without the word "bird" haunts butterflies and dances from time to time, and charming Yinger just crows.

-Tang Du Fu's "Looking for Riverside Fragrance Alone" When will Shuang Yan return, and the peach blossoms on the shore will be dipped in water. -Vae Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake" was born on the shore of the secluded grass, and there were orioles singing in the trees.

-Tang Wei Wu Ying's "Xixi Going to Chuzhou" Flower Sea Mangroves, Pinghu grass grows and flies. -Vae Yuan Jie's "On the Lake" In March, the residual flowers were more open and the eaves were swallowed day by day.

-Song Wangling's "Sending Spring" flies around, flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . -Tang Du Fu's "A Night Out" has no choice but to spend it. It seems that Yan is back.

-Yan Songshu's "Huanxisha" counts early warblers vying for warm trees, and young swallows pecking at spring mud. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight.

-Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon, Yangyang, Half Way, Holy Cockcrow in Space". -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

-Tang Du Fu's "Four quatrains" The eagle eye is dry and the snow is light. -Wang Tangwei's "Hunting" The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

-Don Baijuyi Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. -Zhang Song He Zhi's "Fishing Songs" drove the chickens from the tree, and I heard Chai Jing.

-Tang Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village (I)" I am like a lonely goose moaning at my own shadow, and its words are scattered in tents for nine autumn. -Tang Baijuyi's "Looking at the Moon" is a dead vine and an old tree is faint.

-Ma Yuan Zhiyuan Qiu Si Floating Storks Can Be Tenants of Our World? ? -Don Liu Changqing's "Host" is independent. The spring rain is fine, and the white chickens fly to the branches to crow. -Ye Songshao Weng's Xixi (2) Poetry with the word "bird" surprises the birds on the moon and sounds in Chunxi.

-Wei's "Birds in the Stream" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Tang Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths.

-Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" Birds inhabit the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door. -Tang Jiadao's "Li Ningju Youchu" Humayi is in the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest.

-"Nineteen Ancient Poems" Walking and walking again, the bird flies with its back to its hometown, and the fox will die first. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Mourning for the Past" The cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded.

—— Wang Tangji, entering Ruoyexi, the petals are already like tears, and the lonely bird has already mourned. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Watch" Jiang, the six dynasties are like a dream and birds talk empty.

-Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng" grass falls without flowers, and birds sing all the way to Chunshan. -Li Hua's Improvisation of Spring, where birds are alive and mountains are bright, and people's hearts are quiet.

-Tang Changjian's Zen forest after breaking the mountain temple? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" may be sorrowful for a fallen flower, or Yun Lan envies a brisk bird.

-Tang Cen Can's "Zuo Ge Secretariat of Du Fu's Imperial edict", with beautiful weather and flowers. -Don Du Xunhe's Love Palace.

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Wanggang birds are not poor, and even the mountains are full of autumn colors. Up and down the Huazigang, what a melancholy feeling.

Wang Mulan and Chai Qiushan collected the remaining photos and chased the front couple with the birds. When the color is green, there is no place to give the evening haze.

Wang Wei, Huang Fu, Yue Yunxi, the birds are singing in the brook, and people are idle, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Wang Wei's Lin Gaotai sent Li Ji's Lin Gaotai and Kawahara's Extreme. The faint bird returns, and the pedestrian walks.

Three of Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems have been seen in the cold plum blossoms, and the birds are heard again. Looking forward to the spring grass, I am afraid of my previous life.

Pei Di Wangchuan Mulan Village sunset, birds singing in the stream. Yuanxi Road has deepened. When will you be happy?

Twenty songs from Wangchuan, Pei Di, have been to Julie Pavilion and had a blind date with Taoism. There are no mountain birds in and out of the world.

Chu Guangxi's Four Poems in the South of the Yangtze River draws leaves by the stream and picks reed seedlings on the shore. In order to cherish Yuanyang, gently animate the radial direction.

Wang Changling sent Tan Ba to Guilin, the guest center is still in Chu, and the general is in Linxiang. Don't worry about apes and birds, the cold weather is long and the water is long.

Liu Changqing sent his son-in-law Cui and Li Mu to Yangzhou and took their young children to fish for the rest of their lives. Be careful and tell the guests to return to China, not to mention Taoyuan people.

Meng Haoran boarded Xianshan Pavilion and sent a letter to Zhang Shaofu, the first leader of Jinling. The wind is very strong, and Yun Fan is like a flying bird. Try Zhang Yuxuan. Hans wants to come back.

Meng Haoran Xiao Chun I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Li Bai Koguryo's golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east.

Li Bai estimated that the sea passengers would sail the boat far away by the wind. For example, birds in the clouds disappear without a trace.

Li Bai's Seventeen Poems of Qiu Ge, an Ostrich in Autumn Brocade, is rare in the world. Pheasants are too shy to wear sweaters.

Li Bai's "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" is about crossing the bird path and Jiang Zu making a fish beam. The water is in a hurry, and the flowers are fragrant.

Li Bai watches Mugua Mountain get up early to watch the sunrise, and the faint birds return. Being in a foreign country has long been sour, not to mention facing the papaya mountain.

Li Bai was drunk in Wang Hanyang Hall, and I flew south and north like a partridge. When I was looking for Hanyang Order, I returned by drunken moon.

Li Bai sits alone in Jingting Mountain, birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.

Li Bai sent himself to the wine without feeling guilty, and his clothes were full of flowers. Birds are still scarce when you are drunk.

Li Bai's wisteria tree wisteria hangs in the clouds, and the flowers are just right for spring. Dense-leaved tibetan songs bird, fragrant wind keeps the United States.

Wei Changmen missed the past, walked down a big tree alone and got to know each other from a distance. This is a sad and eternal thing. I lean against the door at dusk.

Wei looked at the South Tower at night, and in the dead of night, blackbirds moved in the forest. There are no cities, only four mountains.

Wei lived alone in the mound house, the mountains and moons were as bright as candles, and the wind and frost moved bamboo. Birds are frightened in the middle of the night, and people leave windows alone.

In Cen Can, Sanhui Temple is desolate, the wild temple is desolate, and the ancient trees are cold and sad. There are birds on the empty steps, just like when making books.

On the way, Guo Xiang's slogan (Lu Yi's poem) held jade for three dynasties and Chu for ten years. There are flowers and birds in Luoyang every year.

Du Fu's two quatrains: the bluebird in the river is too white, and the mountain is blue and white. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?

Du Fu's six quatrains: the shower brings the foot of the stream, and the oblique light turns to the waist of the tree. The yellow birds in the nest close and the white fish jump.

Du fu's six quatrains: the river moves the moon and moves the stone, and the stream circles the clouds and flowers. Birds know the old road when they live and sail over their homes.

One hundred untitled poems by Qian Qi and You Jiang (written by Xie Qian) started the birds on the sand and splashed the sunset spray. No matter the fish in many places, you should guard against one eye.

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Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets are driving orioles in the sky. In all their music, the weather is getting better and better, and birds are still flying in the air. Interviewee: Baomu Yushan | Grade 5 | June 2, 200917: 02 Wang Wei's people in Birming Creek are idle with sweet-scented osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. I am slandered here by Ouyang Xiu, a singing bird. Every time I smell clever words, I should be sick. Spring in the mountain city is bitter and lonely, and I always hate it without grace. Flowers bloom and birds talk, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death and friends with flowers and birds. Flowers can smile at me, and birds advise me to drink without mercy. It's beautiful to drink at leisure, so as not to scatter birds. The barren spirit is all along the banks of the Chuze River, and Li Sao is haggard and sad, waking up alone. The thrush Ouyang Xiu moves at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple. Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest. Farewell lover Li Bai, clear water does not move, peach blossoms come from the shore. Peach blossoms make water color, and waves shake spring color. I like my son's beauty and my articles. The wind blows away the green harp, which is purple in curvature. Once a fish in the water, now two birds. Mourning is a long cry, breaking acacia trees at five o'clock every night and giving hearts. Water under the bridge, the clouds are light and the wind is light. There are birds at the end of the world, but there is no Hua Yao's voice. When Xishan Magpie just returned to China, she knew the opportunity by writing three empty maps and avoided flying in a stable place for a long time. Just because I am never impartial, I congratulate my host at the window. In the mountains, I am just a rare bird, and I don't know my heart. If you can explain what is happening in the world, Yantai will build thousands of dollars today. Stop him from getting into Chai Fei's net instead of stealing birds from the barn and turning them into fat. Laierlin hall adds interest to the scenery and stays in the mountain fruit teaching. In Pian Yu, an egret Lutong carved it into an egret. He was anxious to grasp the balance. When the sand is stuck in the sand, people don't know what idleness means.

In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief. -Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" surprises the mountains and birds, and the sound is flowing in spring. (Wang Wei: a bird in the stream) There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: Spring Dream) In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. (Yu Haoran: Chun Xiao) Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu: "Looking at Yue") The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: Drinking) Birds live with the mountain light here, and people's hearts touch peace in the pool. (Chang Jian: "A Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple") The birds are high, and the lonely clouds are alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") Birds inhabit trees by the pool, and monks knock on the moon door. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion") The cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is even more quiet. (Wang Ji: Entering Zoigexi) In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief. -Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" surprises the mountains and birds, and the sound is flowing in spring. (Wang Wei: a bird in the stream) There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: Spring Dream) In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. (Yu Haoran: Chun Xiao) Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu: "Looking at Yue") The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: Drinking) Birds live with the mountain light here, and people's hearts touch peace in the pool. (Chang Jian: "A Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple") The birds are high, and the lonely clouds are alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") Birds inhabit trees by the pool, and monks knock on the moon door. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion") The cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is even more quiet. (Wang Ji: if you enter)

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1. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei: Birds in the Stream) 2. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: Dream of Spring) 4. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Hao Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu: Looking at Yue) 6. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking")

Here, birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. (Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after the Broken Mountain Temple") 8. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")

9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. (Jia Dao: Li Ning's Seclusion) 10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji: if you enter)

5. What are the poems about birds?

Ancient poems about birds

Du Mu, an egret

Snow clothes, snow hair, jade,

Flocks of fish in the shadow of the stream.

Surprised to fly into the distance and reflect the blue mountains,

Pear flower falls Xiaofeng is a tree.

Du fu's quatrains

Two orioles are singing on the green willow.

Egrets line up into the sky.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills.

My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Goose, goose, goose

Bend neck Xiang Tiange

White feathers float on the green water.

Anthurium dial Shiba Inu

Xijiang Moon Night Tour Xin Qiji is on Huangsha Road.

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Spring outing in Qiantang Lake

Bai Juyi

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Border songs

Lulun

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

6. Poems about "Birds"

-"Nineteen Ancient Poetry" and "Walking and Walking Again"

Birds fly home. Du Xunhe (Tang) "The Spring Palace Complaint"

The sea is vast, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

There are no birds in the mountains. "The Partridge and Swan Lake Return to Disease" Xin Qiji Here, the birds live with the light of the mountains, the beautiful birds crow just, and the peach blossoms flow and the mandarin fish are fat. -Tang Du Fu's Three Songs of Qiangzhai (I)

I groaned at my own shadow, like a lonely wandering wild goose. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and words are scattered into nine autumn accounts. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Full Moon Feelings"

Dead vines and old trees faint crows —— Reading Du Fu's A Night Abroad

There is nothing to do. -Song Xin Qiqi "Xijiang Moon"

A sunny ocean. -Tang Du Fu's Four-character Poems

There is no word "bird" in the poem.

Butterflies dance from time to time -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow for the Past"

Cicada Lin Yue is getting quieter and quieter. -Zhang Song He Zhi's Song of the Fisherman

When the chickens were driven to the trees, the lonely birds sang their sorrows. Whose new swallow was pecking at the spring mud, Bai Niao was silent and worried. White chickens flew to the branches to crow, or blue clouds envied a brisk bird, and a group of egrets flew to the sky. -Tang Jiadao's Li Ning in Seclusion

Humayi north wind. -Don Cen Can's news review Du Fu in his office in the left court.

When the wind is warm, birds sing in groups. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

It has been raining. -Vae Fu's "Youchun Lake"

Lonely pity for the grass shore. -Wei's "Bird Song Stream"

In the spring morning, I woke up happily. Birds sang all the way to the Spring Mountain. In the sacred crow, egrets flew in Pinghu. But sandpipers in the vast world! . -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"

Every flower falls by itself. -Don Wei Wu Ying is in Chuzhou, on the bank of Xixi.

Mangroves are in full bloom and warblers are singing. -Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

The gray head may be sad for a fallen flower, the breeze chirps at midnight, the oriole is singing in the tree, and the birds are flying back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. When the sun is shining high, the shadows of flowers climb and the birds in the shadows fly slowly. -Tang Changjian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple

Caiyun lave? Free and easy in my chest. -Don Bai Juyi

Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse. -Tang Du Fu's "One-step Riverside Search for Aromatherapy"

When do swallows fly back to a thousand paths without footprints and sing in the spring stream? -Vae Yuan Jie is on the lake.

The flowers bloom more vigorously in March, and the fox dies first. -Ye Songshao Weng's Xixi

② Poetry with the word "bird"

A bird is startled in the moon, and a willow is drunk with spring smoke. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"

A few early warblers compete for warm trees, the sky is high and birds can fly, the bridge is flowing, and the eaves are small and swallow every day. -Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring

Cicadas sing and the forest is quiet. Wei's "Giving Rain at Night"

Red-violet leans on each other, Tonggong Mountain is more secluded, so be a tenant of our world? The south branch of the Bird's Nest and the Six Dynasties are like dreamy birds singing in the air, which is deja vu. -Wang Song Ling's "Send to Spring"

Flying around, what I look like. -"Hunting" by Tang Wang Wei

In February, the grass grows and the warbler flies. -Wang Tangji's "If you are in Xi"

Petals fell like tears and the monk knocked on the door. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

The bright moon is not to be surprised. A sentence in a monk's poem

Your wet sails are dragging and you don't want to leave. When the sun is high, the shadows of flowers climb. -Qiu Si of Zhiyuan, Ma Yuan

Clouds and storks that can float by. -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"

Two orioles sing green willows, and when they first hear Chai Jing, the snow is as light as a horseshoe, and people's hearts touch a pool of peace? -Don Liu Changqing "To the Master"

It's a fine spring rain at Independence Gate, and birds are singing everywhere. Wang Ji's "Going to the West"

It's sunny, birds are singing in groups, and peach blossoms on the shore are dipped in water.

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There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

-Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon, Yangyang, Half Way, Holy Cockcrow in Space". -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

-Tang Du Fu's "Four quatrains" The eagle eye is dry and the snow is light. -Wang Tangwei's "Hunting" The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

-Tang Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village (I)" I am like a lonely goose moaning at my own shadow, and its words are scattered in tents for nine autumn. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon".

8. Ancient poems about birds

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

-Tang Cen Can's "Zuo Ge Secretariat of Du Fu's Imperial edict", with beautiful weather and flowers. -Don Du Xunhe's poem about birds in "Hating the Spring Palace" haunts butterflies and dances from time to time, and warblers just crow.

-Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon, Yangyang, Half Way, Holy Cockcrow in Space". -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

-Tang Du Fu's "Four quatrains" The eagle eye is dry and the snow is light. -Wang Tangwei's "Hunting" The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

-Ma Yuan Zhiyuan Qiu Si Floating Storks Can Be Tenants of Our World? ? -Don Liu Changqing's "Host" is independent. The spring rain is fine, and the white chickens fly to the branches to crow. -Xixi, which is full of leaves and leaves, Wuyi Lane, which is Liu Yuxi's. The Suzaku Bridge is overgrown with weeds, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. The sky is high and the clouds are light and the sand is spring. The nameless spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered with curtains.

Willow swings the courtyard. Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.

Masha is like snow, Yanshan moon is like a hook. Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.

There are many weeds and flowers beside Liuyuxi Suzaku Bridge in Wuyi Lane, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

Yan Shu's "Huansha" Spring Hate Words: a new word, a glass of wine, the weather is old last year. When the sun goes down, the flowers will fall helplessly, and the face will return, which seems to be deja vu.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. Qingpingdiao 2. Li Bai has a red fragrance, and the sex rain is heartbroken.

Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow relies on new cosmetics. "Han Gong Qu" Xu Ning's watercolor flute flows with jade frost, and Zhao Jiafei waits on Zhao Yang.

The sky is high and the clouds are light and the sand is spring. The nameless spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered with curtains. Willow swings the courtyard.

Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water. Masha is like snow, Yanshan moon is like a hook.

Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn. There are many weeds and flowers beside Liuyuxi Suzaku Bridge in Wuyi Lane, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. Dancing in the palm of your hand, the sound of the flute is absolutely unique, and the autumn night in the thirty-six houses is long.

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. In several places, early songbirds are fighting for warmth, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.

In March, there are many residual flowers, and the eaves are swallowed every day. School officials are on standby, and the guards are in Yanran.

In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night. Qingpingle smoke tree has a thin golden wind and leaves fall. It is easy to get drunk when you first taste green wine. A pillow with a small window sleeps deeply, Osmunda Zhu Jin flowers wither and the sunset dries. Shuang Yan is returning to the season, and the screen was a little cold last night. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the sand is clear and the water is clear, the spring mountain is warm and the pavilions are covered with curtains.

Willow swings the courtyard. Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.

Butterfly Love Flowers Su Shi's flowers are small, red apricots and green apricots are small, and people are surrounded by green water when swallows fly; Small catkins are blowing on the branches, and the grass in the sea is growing. Swing inside the wall, swing outside the wall, and people inside and outside the wall laugh; Smile, and family is always annoyed mercilessly.