What are the poems about plum blossoms and birds?

1. There are plum blossoms and birds in ancient poems. Chun Mei said goodbye to his friends.

-Shanshuiren

Say goodbye to the old year and welcome the new plum,

Xiang Gong's mind is gray.

Spring breeze warms hometown,

Who does plum blossom smile at?

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-Landscape man

Everything is revived, covered with ice and snow,

Attract Xiaoyan to peck at spring mud.

Willow smiled silently,

I don't feel that spring in Nanshan is green.

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East wind is west wind,

The leaves in the middle of Qunmushan are empty.

Only plum blossoms can't be blown out,

Or new white and new red.

Red Plum

Su Shi

Every year, I believe in red berries,

The river hangs down and wants to open.

Take care of your feelings, Yiling,

Straight roots send spring.

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Early plum trees reflect Chu Tianbi.

The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.

I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.

Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can I use to comfort my distant friends?

Shan Yuan Xiao Mei (Linbu)

Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Frost birds want to see first, and pink butterflies like to know each other.

Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn.

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Plum tree in front of Bai Yutang,

At present, several flowers suddenly bloom.

Several entrances were severely closed,

How can spring come in?

Xue Mei

Song? Lu Meipo

Xue Mei will not surrender for the sake of spring,

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The snow in May is three points white,

Snow loses plum fragrance.

2. Birds and Plum Blossoms Poems about Plum Blossoms: Ancient Xiao De made his back frozen when he was in danger, and the sea and the moon hung coral branches cold.

Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken. A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease.

No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it. Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down.

Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi.

The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.

Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can I use to comfort my distant friends? Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool and want to see them when they bloom.

Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you. Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight.

We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. The snow-covered forest in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei blends in with it, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.

Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Momeiyuan, a tree in the Wang Mian of Xiyan Lake near my home, has a faint ink mark.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green.

No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. "Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away.

A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village. It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers.

Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers. Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year.

There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. Feng Zizhen, the West Lake Meiyuan, is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and Liuqiao Romantic Month is a bosom friend.

Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity. Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take pictures by the cold pond.

I'm just worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film hurts the most. Inscription: Mo Meiyuan, Tao, Chu Shi's home is in Mingyue Mountain, where the lake is cold and soaked in jade.

It seems that the vertical and horizontal pens and iron rings of the seal have become flowers. Yangshan road, Zhongyuan stone is good at staying in the rain, fighting for points in spring, and flying over the ancient grave.

Seeing people living in the deep dock, Meihua stopped opening the door around the house. The grass is not deep in the Spring Festival Evening, and the sky is clear and the garden is moist.

It's raining in Chuqing, and the shadow of childhood is dark. In winter, Yu released crows in Lin Qingxu and covered them with bamboo curtains.

Did you let Wang Sungui come back? Yu Mei opens a flower to the north. Xia Wanchun thinks of plum blossoms in his hometown when he meets flowers, but snow can't cover the cold mountain road.

The bright moon has similar worries, and a plain shadow treats others. Mei Wei has never seen plum blossom spectrum, she has her own god.

If you don't believe me, try a thousand trees, and the east wind makes spring. Wang Yuanzhang painted Mei Ming and Xu Wei upside down. He was too lonely to copy the clouds.

Don't take everything too seriously, and don't blame plum blossoms for falling to the ground. Yin Mingtang painted a garden full of white snow and jade.

It is urgent to sell wine and clear the ice, and there are also plum-thinning guests to watch. In early spring, the spring breeze in Chen Jiru is weak and the willows are oblique, and the new grass distinguishes a touch of sand.

I want to borrow a hoe from my master to sweep away the residual snow and plant plum blossoms. Song Huizong painted half-open, and Mei Zhaoming went to the court to give up drinking and write half a plum blossom.

After the melancholy palace spring went away, a branch floated in the south of the Yangtze River. Picture Mei Xiaoru. The light snow disappeared at the beginning of the Half Moon Lake, and two or three branches could be seen in the distance by the hedge.

The fragrance reaches the heavenly heart, but it is not known to ordinary flowers and trees. Draw plum blossoms, Chen Ming, the plum fragrance in Zhuliba field, and bring snow to the drunken hometown.

In spring, paper sleeps alone, and people are busy when they are tired. Painting Plums Chen Ming's plum blossoms stand out from the crowd. After the snow, she is busy laughing at me.

Take a skill to hang a bamboo stick and return a fragrance. Plum blossoms fell on the porch eaves, and the wind blew in front of the court last night.

I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it. Early plum tea is smooth and all trees are cold and colorless, and the south branch is alone.

Where the fragrance smells flowing water, the shadow falls on the savage. On the third day, Ding Maoxin was writing Tan Zui by Mei Ming Li Rihua with a smile, and it was also a burst of laughter.

The drinker was so excited that poetry fell from the sky. The inscribed poems are very clear. Pu has nothing to do with it. She must go back to Mei.

The snow is deep and the spring is shallow, and it is half home. After the snow in the mountains, it is clear that Zheng Xie opens the door in the morning. It's full of snow, with pale eyes and cold sun.

There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness. Draw Mei Qing, Jin Nong and Lao Mei. The older you get, the older your spirit is. If there are people in the hydropower tower.

It's very cold and full, if I know that Mingyue is my predecessor. Xiao Yun was dismissed by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. Snow falls behind, falling lightly in the green, Huaxi is cold, put on spring clothes.

Looking for spring across the south bank of the bridge, walking around plum blossoms and bringing back the bright moon. Title Plum Blossoms Wang Qing Shen Shi planted one or two rows of plum blossoms in the yard, and the paintings were hollow and sparsely clothed.

The snow and ice melt, the moonlight adds white, and the east wind smells sweet one day. Poems describing birds: Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry.

-When Du Mu hit every bird, the blood on his hair spread the weeds. -Du Fu Xiao Chun Meng Haoran In the spring morning, I woke up carefree, and birds were singing everywhere.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. The majesty of Mount Tai in Wangfu! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. ..

Bird Talk Creek Wang Weiren idle osmanthus, the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

In the painting, Wang Weiyuan looks at the mountain, and the water is silent. Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.

A Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple is often built in pure mornings, close to the ancient temple, and the early sunshine points to the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

There are no birds in the mountains of LiuZongYuan, Jiang Xue, and thousands of people are missing. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets soar into the sky-Du Fu's quatrains, several early warblers compete for warm trees, and new swallows peck at spring mud. -Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang Lake, the moonlight is high, the geese are soaring, and the Tatar chieftain fled in the dark.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. The poem with the word "bird" in Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun haunts butterflies and dances from time to time. The charming Yingying just cries.

-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.

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3. Birds and Plum Blossoms Poems about Plum Blossoms: Ancient Xiao De made his back frozen when he was in danger, and the sea and the moon hung coral branches cold.

No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it. Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down.

Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi.

The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.

We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. The snow-covered forest in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei blends in with it, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.

Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Momeiyuan, a tree in the Wang Mian of Xiyan Lake near my home, has a faint ink mark.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green.

A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village. It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers.

There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. Feng Zizhen of West Lake Meiyuan is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and the romantic month of Liuqiao is a bosom friend.

Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity. Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take pictures by the cold pond.

I'm just worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film hurts the most. Inscription: Mo Meiyuan, Tao, Chu Shi's home is in Mingyue Mountain, where the lake is cold and soaked in jade.

Seeing people living in the deep dock, Meihua stopped opening the door around the house. The grass is not deep in the Spring Festival Evening, and the sky is clear and the garden is moist.

It's raining in Chuqing, and the shadow of childhood is dark. In winter, Yu released crows in Lin Qingxu and covered them with bamboo curtains.

Why did you ask Wang Sungui to return? Yu Mei opens a flower to the north. Xia Wanchun thinks of plum blossoms in his hometown when he meets flowers, but snow can't cover the cold mountain road.

The bright moon has similar worries, and a plain shadow treats others. Mei Wei has never seen plum blossom spectrum, she has her own god.

If you don't believe me, try a thousand trees, and the east wind makes spring. Wang Yuanzhang painted Mei Ming and Xu Wei upside down. He was too lonely to copy the clouds.

Don't take everything too seriously, and don't blame plum blossoms for falling to the ground. Yin Mingtang painted a garden full of white snow and jade.

In spring, paper sleeps alone, and people are busy when they are tired. Painting Plums Chen Ming's plum blossoms stand out from the crowd. After the snow, she is busy laughing at me.

Take a skill to hang a bamboo stick and return a fragrance. Plum blossoms fell on the porch eaves, and the wind blew in front of the court last night.

I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it. Early plum tea is smooth and all trees are cold and colorless, and the south branch is alone.

Where the fragrance smells flowing water, the shadow falls on the savage. On the third day, Ding Maoxin was writing very happily, and Li Rihua's tan mouth smiled from ear to ear and blew with joy.

The drinker was so excited that poetry fell from the sky. The collection of poems with paintings is very clear. Pu has nothing to do with it. She must go back to Mei.

The snow and ice melt, the moonlight adds white, and the east wind smells sweet one day. Poems describing birds: Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry.

-When Du Mu hit every bird, the blood on his hair spread the weeds. -Du Fu Xiao Chun Meng Haoran In the spring morning, I woke up carefree, and birds were singing everywhere.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. The majesty of Mount Tai in Wangfu! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

Bird Talk Creek Wang Weiren idle osmanthus, the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

In the painting, Wang Weiyuan looks at the mountain, and the water is silent. Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

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4. Yongmei's bird poems, Yongmei's poems: Gu Xiaode made a cold back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung on the bright moon in the sea.