words to describe birds:
spread your wings
play
fly
flap
peck
shiny feathers
small and exquisite
lively and lovely
birds and flowers, Crisp
chirping, chirping, goofing, chirping,
chirping,
goofing,
pleasant voice
euphemistic
cheerful
fighting
chasing
shiny
snow white. Three feathers with brown spots, like petals, are not bright in color, but they look good. The bird is asleep, and its body is huddled up like a small fluffy ball;
A pair of snow-white swans, like two huge white lotus flowers, float on the water;
The magpie's feathers are black and white, and purple is shining in the black. A tail with a wide middle and a sharp end is dragged behind it, and it often tilts up and down when perched on the branches.
The woods are also full of excitement. Birds are chirping merrily, spinning around like a top like a brilliant musician, and flying high in the morning glow of Wan Li.
when the spring breeze blows across my cheeks, the crisp birdsong comes with the fragrance of flowers. Look, the birds are flapping their beautiful wings and flying in the blue sky.
that beautiful bird is flying freely in the endless sky!
where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief. (Du Fu: A Dream of Spring)
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds. (Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: Drinking)
here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool. (Chang Jian: a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple)
In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people. -Yuan Ma Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si"
When the moon rises, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it is in the spring stream. -Tang Wang Wei's
A Bird's Singing Stream, a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. -Tang Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue"
Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door. -don Jia Dao's
titled Li Ning Living in a secluded room, birds flock and sing when the wind is warm, flower-shadows climb when the sun is high. -Don Du Xunhe's "Spring Palace Complaints"