1. Poems about butterflies
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Butterfly Flying
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The poplars are fluttering against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen is intoxicated.
Butterflies fly from east to west, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
Jade Butterfly
Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is sad and sad, and the travelers have not returned.
The grass outside the Great Wall declines first, and the geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows.
Falling down makes people sad, but who knows about heartbreak.
Two Butterfly Songs
Tang Xu Wei
The ethereal caterpillar sheds its shell slightly, unable to withstand the heavy smoke and falling rain.
A branch of beautiful flowers is here to study and live, and a few spring breezes are blowing by.
To prevent danger, every time you worry about the chicken's mouth, the fragrant fragrance will surround your beautiful clothes.
Ruthless people can’t understand Guanhun’s dream. Don’t believe Zhuang Zhou’s right and wrong.
The sun shines through the green and red, and the spring shines in all your worries.
What I dislike the most is the goddess coming to make the rain fall. I love accompanying Xi Shi to pick incense.
When the wind is calm, pistil powder should only be collected, and when the night is cold, it is a place to stay in the flower house.
The nature of the singing cicada is very broad, and it is empty to explain the noisy sunset of Sanqiu.
Three Butterfly Songs
Tang Xuyu
It is not difficult for a moth to fly in a cocoon, it will definitely pass by where the flowers are fragrant.
The sky breeze carries the light away, but the spider laughs at its weaving.
Ranran both brushed the painting railing, and the beautiful woman stole a glance at it again and again.
Don’t be fooled into flying short and flying long, it will be difficult to fly among the flowers.
There is no reason why Xuxu can reach him. There are so many desolate paths in the wild park.
If you don’t listen to silk and bamboo, who will teach you dance? You should rely on the wandering orioles to sing.
Cold bees pick chrysanthemums
Tang Gengmao
Swimming under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemums. Bringing sound to the pistil, even the shadow is in the fragrance.
Go and live in the lingering fog, with the wind blowing up and down. I feel ashamed that I am a strange butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul.
Jinse
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.
Inscribed on hibiscus flowers
Tang Rongyu
Use your own money to buy hibiscus plants, and the flowers will bloom only after two years.
The bright red beauty is not allowed to see, but the butterflies arrive early.
Spring Day
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I felt that the scenery in the east was getting late, and the wild plum mountains and apricots were dark and fragrant.
The broken horn is blowing on the Luoxing Tower, and the sunset is hanging in the Yanyue camp.
The dreams of travel are scattered with the butterflies, and the departed souls gradually fly away like cuckoos.
The world of mortals blocks the streets of Chang'an, and the king of fragrant grass does not return at dusk.
Seeing Rain in the Boat
Tang Dai Shulun
Hearing the rain for the first time tonight, Du Ruoqing from Jiangnan. No matter how reckless fame is, brothers will always wither.
The dream is far away and I am worried about butterflies, and I am deeply ashamed of the wagtail. He cares about the orphan all day long, and his life experience is still in Ping.
Jiangxing
Tang Yu Xuanji
The river hugs Wuchang diagonally, and thousands of households live in front of Parrot Island.
Painted Ge Ge sleeps in spring before the morning is over, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
The fireworks have entered Cormorant Harbor, and the painted boat is still along Parrot Island.
I can't even wake up when I'm drunk. I'm shocked at the head of the Han River today.
Inscribed on the tomb of Zhenniang
Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The Buddha was buried in Luoyi, and this is where the lonely soul returned. Dance for the dream of a butterfly, sing for the shrike to fly.
The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the blue moth is shining at night with the moonlight. Once the sad flowers fall, there will be no regrets for the spring glory.
Peonies
Tang Pei said
Countless peonies are enough to captivate the city, but the peaches and plums are still there.
It’s not like seeing someone in poverty, it’s not like being born in the earth.
This thing is undoubtedly priceless and uniquely famous in spring.
The traveling bees and butterflies come and go passionately.
Begonia
Zhenggu of the Tang Dynasty
The spring breeze is intended to even out the colors, making it popular for carrying glasses and composing poems.
The most beautiful thing is the rain, the beauty is all about blooming.
Don’t worry about wearing pink and white flowers by the window, and Liang Guang being too late to click on his paintings.
I can't see enough of him when he is drunk in the morning and sings in the evening. I envy him that the butterfly lives on the deep branch.
Chasing and Liu Yun
Li He of Tang Dynasty
There is white apple grass in Tingzhou, and Liu Yun returns on horseback.
The hawthorn trees at the head of the river are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the shore.
The wine glass is full of dew, and the jade is full of tung trees.
The Zhulou is connected to the water, and the sand is warm with a pair of fish.
Send Dou Bingcao off
Li Duan of Tang Dynasty
The pear blossoms are blooming in the garden, and the wandering girls are wearing Luo Yi. If you hear the resentment between lovers, you should run away and return home.
The sun warms up late in Yuqiao, and the orioles are rare in Guandu early in the day. Don’t miss the good time and watch the butterflies fly. 2. Poems about butterflies
1. Butterfly Qi Ji (Tang Dynasty)
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
2. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
3. "Spring Eve Journey" by Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty)
The flowing water and the flowers faded without mercy, sending the east wind across Chucheng.
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branches watch the third night of the moon.
The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? 3. What are the poems about praising butterflies?
1. Beyond the dust of cicadas, butterflies dream of water and clouds. ——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Pan Xiangjiang" Song Zhang Xiaoxiang
Translation: With noble aspirations and far-away interests, he is like an autumn cicada shedding its shell in the mud and floating outside the dust, and like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of turning into a butterfly, Flying gracefully in the land of light water and leisurely clouds.
2. After the light rain, the thin wings are greasy and smoky. Only then did I accompany You Feng to the small courtyard, and then followed Fei Xu across the east wall. Growing up is busy with flowers. ——"Looking at Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterfly" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Translation: After a light rain, the butterfly's pink wings, which are wet and greasy, shimmer in the setting sun. It just flew into the small courtyard with the bees, and crossed the east wall with the catkins, often rushing for flowers.
3. Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging down the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Seven Quatrains on Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers (Part 6)"
Translation: The lush flowers of Huang Si's natal family covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent their branches low to the ground. The colorful butterflies are always flying among the fragrant flowers, and the soft and free orioles are singing happily.
4. The fence is sparsely one path deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty, "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
Translation: Fences are sparse, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the trees are falling one after another, and the new leaves have not yet formed shade. The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
5. The bomb broke Zhuang Zhou’s dream, riding the east wind with two wings, and plucked three hundred famous gardens and emptied them all. Who knows how to be romantic and frighten the bees seeking beauty? Flying gently, it fanned the flower seller across the bridge. ——"Drunken Heaven·Ode to the Big Butterfly" by Wang Heqing of the Yuan Dynasty
Translation: Breaking through Zhuang Zhou's dream and coming to reality, his huge wings are riding the mighty east wind. It collected all the nectar in three hundred famous gardens. Who knew it was a naturally romantic species and scared away the bees collecting nectar. The wings flapped gently, sending the flower sellers across the bridge to the east. 4. Poems related to butterflies
Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
The rustling west wind filled the courtyard, and the pistils were cold and fragrant, and it was difficult for butterflies to come. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. ——Tang Dynasty. Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums"
The fence is sparsely one path deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
Thousands of butterflies in the blurred butterfly tree, their tails are like tassels, and they are green and peaceful. Who would believe it without seeing the Butterfly Spring, where the shadows and flags cover the butterflies solemnly. —— "Shangguan Butterfly Spring" by Shachen of the Qing Dynasty
"Eight Miscellaneous Poems"
(Jin) Zhang Xie
Debriefing on his duties, he went to the border town and restrained the army. Travel room.
When I got off the bus, it was like yesterday. I felt comfortable for four or five yuan.
May I ask when? Butterflies fly to South Garden.
The flowing waves are nostalgic for the old Pu, and the clouds are longing for the old mountains.
Fujian Yue Yiwen, Hu Ma is willing to save Yan.
The origin of local customs and peace has its origin.
"The Resentment of the Lord Bo Jizhe"
(Southern Dynasties) Xie Tiao
There are countless butterflies in the flowers, and the wind curtains enter the two swallows.
"Poem of Spring"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
The dust lingers on the wanderer's face, and the butterfly touches the beauty's hairpin.
"Two Ancient Poems" (Part 2)
(Southern Dynasties) Emperor Wu of Liang
Two flying butterflies, low and low.
"Two Songs of Qujiang" (Part 2)
(Tang Dynasty) Du Fu
Returning to the dynasty to wear spring clothes every day,
Every day I return drunk from the head of the river.
Drinking debts are commonplace,
Seventy years of life are rare.
The butterfly is seen deeply through the flowers,
The dragonflies fly on the water,
The scenery is spread endlessly,
Let's not go against each other for the time being.
[Shui Diao Ge Tou] (Pan Xiangjiang River)
(Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang
God will pay for this,
Six Canglang under the moon.
Beyond the cicadas shedding dust,
Butterflies dream of Shuiyun Township.
[Sijiake] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying
The lost butterfly disappears without a trace at dawn and the dream sinks,
The cold fragrance closes the heart of the small courtyard.
"The Hall in the Back Hall of the Evening Sun" (Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasty) by Xiao Gang, Emperor Wen of Jian Dynasty
The willows on the bank have long leaves,
The window peaches have fallen into thin tarsus.
The flowers contain butterfly powder,
Bamboo leaves and dragonfly beads.
"Answer" Liu Lingxian (female)
The singing oriole rings in the leaves, and the duck plays among the butterflies and flowers.
"The River is Red·Ignition Cherry" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji
Butterflies do not convey dreams of a thousand miles,
Zigui calls the third watch of the moon.
Listening to the voice on the pillow urging people to return,
Return is hard to come by.
(I hope Master Wang will miss his hometown in Beiding)
"Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin
The sun is slanting beside Qingling Terrace,
The eternal pure soul is beautiful and beautiful,
Don’t be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly,
Flying leisurely to other flowers.
"Ode to Butterflies" (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi
Sometimes you can see them wildly following the catkins,
Where can I find them when they dance into the pear blossoms.
The spring evening breeze is warm and gentle on the river,
The flower sellers are chasing each other across the bridge. 5. Poems related to butterflies
1. Butterfly Qi Ji (Tang Dynasty)
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
2. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
3. "Spring Eve Journey" by Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty)
The flowing water and the flowers faded without mercy, sending the east wind across Chucheng.
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branches watch the third night of the moon.
The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? 6. Are there any poems about butterflies?
Butterfly Flying Tang and Five Dynasties - Li He
The poplar flowers flutter against the tents and the spring clouds are hot,
The tortoise-shell screen is full of drunken eyes.
Butterflies fly from east to west,
The boy riding a white horse returns today.
Teasing Order
Butterfly, Butterfly,
Flying on the golden branches and jade leaves.
The spring breeze dances in front of you,
The peach blossom trees are red.
Mangroves, mangroves,
The birds sing at dusk.
Source:
Chinese Poetry - Tang and Five Dynasties - Wang Jian
Pujiang Lu Zugaoshen's poem "Miaoshan Road" says: "Pink and yellow butterflies circle the sparse fence , people hang wine flags on the mountainside. The drizzle is tender and cold, and the sleeves of the clothes are thin. When the guests know that they are chrysanthemums
I am as sad as a widower who knows that the night will last, and as lazy as a butterfly is busy for spring
I visited the mountain home alone for a rest, and saw that the hut was connected diagonally across the pine leaves. The owner heard the words and did not open the door. Yellow butterflies flew around the wild vegetables.
——Zhangsun Zuofu's "Looking for the Mountain Home"
Huang Jichun said in a poem by a scholar: "The cuckoo's mouth is cold when it sings in the moon, and the dream of a butterfly in the dormitory is fragrant
Butterfly
The first butterfly of spring
Orange and purple
Flying briskly across my path
A flying flower
The color that changed my life
Color
Source:
Appendix - Selected Readings from Foreign Literature - Selected World Famous Poems - Canada - Michael Bullock 7. About Ancient poems about butterflies
"Looking at Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterfly"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Two pairs of Jiangnan butterflies look like He Lang Quan Fu Fen in the setting sun. The heart is like Han Shou's love for stealing fragrance.
After the light rain, the thin wings of the bees come to the small courtyard, and they fly over the east wall.
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Translation:
The butterflies in Jiangnan are as beautiful as He Yan, lingering in the flowers, sucking nectar, and frivolous in nature.
After a light rain, the butterfly's pink wings, stained with water, glowed slightly in the sunset. It had just flown into the small courtyard with the bees, and then accompanied the catkins over the east wall, often rushing for flowers.
Extended information
Creation background:
"Looking at Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterfly" is a chant with butterflies as the object of chanting. It should be written when Ouyang Xiu was serving in Bianjing ( Kaifeng, Henan), but the specific time of creation is unknown
Author introduction:
Ouyang Xiu (1007-1072), whose courtesy name was Yongshu, whose late name was "Liuyi". Politicians, writers, and historians of the Northern Song Dynasty. Together with Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, Wang Anshi, Su Xun, Su Shi, Su Che, and Zeng Gong, they are collectively known as the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties." Later generations also referred to them as Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, and Su Shi. Collectively known as the "Four Masters of Eternal Articles"
Sogou Encyclopedia-Wang Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterfly 8. Ancient poems about butterflies
Ancient poems about butterflies include:
1. "Chasing He with Liu Yun" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
There are white apple grass in Tingzhou, Liu Yun is riding his horse back, the hawthorn trees at the head of the river are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the bank.
The wine cup is covered with dew, the jade tree is empty and the tung trees are empty. The Zhulou leads to the water, and the sand is warm with a pair of fish.
On the small island in the water. Celery is as green as grass, but Liu Yun, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, is riding his horse back to the west. The hawthorn trees on the riverside are exuding fragrance, and swarms of butterflies are flying leisurely on the bank.
The bamboo leaves are dripping with wine. We drank wine and played an elegant song for him. There was a path leading to the water from the red building, and two small fish were swimming on the beach of warm water.
2. Li He in the Tang Dynasty. "Butterfly Flying"
Original text:
The poplars are fluttering against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen is intoxicated.
Butterflies fly from east to west, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Translation:
The butterflies fluttered gently on the bed tent indoors, which exuded the warm breath of spring. There is a luxurious tortoise shell screen in front of the bed, and her beautiful colorful clothes are draped on the bed.
The young husband is away from home for a long time, flying around like a butterfly. At this time today, he was riding a white horse back to his home.
3. "Seven Quatrains on Looking for Flowers Alone by the River (Part 6)" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Huang Si’s maiden’s house is covered with thousands of flowers. Thousands of flowers weigh down the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
Translation:
The lush flowers of Huang Si’s natal family covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent their branches low to the ground.
The colorful butterflies are always flying among the fragrant flowers, and the soft and free oriole is singing happily.
4. "Two Poems of Xugongdian, Suxin City (Part 2)" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, with trees The flowers on the head have not yet become cloudy.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
Translation:
Beside the sparse fence, there is a path stretching into the distance. The flowers on the trees on the roadside have fallen, but the new leaves have just grown and have not formed a shade. .
A child ran to chase a yellow butterfly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower bush and was nowhere to be found.
5. "Two Poems on Qujiang (Part 2)" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
I wear spring clothes every day when I return to the dynasty, and head to the river every day Return drunk. Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years of life.
You can see butterflies deeply through the flowers, and dragonflies fly in the water. Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing. For the time being, we should appreciate each other and do not contradict each other.
Translation:
When I came back from the previous court, I pawned my spring clothes every day. The money I got in exchange went to Jiangtou to buy wine every day, and I didn't come back until I was drunk. Drinking debts are common everywhere. It is a common and trivial matter. It is rare in ancient times for people to live to be seventy years old.
But I saw butterflies shuttling back and forth in the depths of the flowers, and dragonflies flying across the water, tapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang, let me stay with Chunguang. Although we are temporarily complimentary, don't break it!
6. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
Translation:
Why does the exquisite zither have fifty strings? Every string and every string reminds me of my youth. Zhuang Zhou danced and turned into a butterfly in his sleep. Emperor Wang expressed his hatred on the cuckoo.
The sharks shed tears in the bright moon, and only then can the jade stones turn into blue smoke under the warm sun in Lantian. Why do I have to recall this scene now? It's just because I was just confused at that time.
7. "Looking at Jiangnan, Jiangnan Butterflies" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
Jiangnan butterflies, a pair in the slanting sun. The body is like He Langquan Fufen, the heart is like Han Shou who loves to steal fragrance. Talent and frivolity.
After the light rain, the thin wings are greasy and smoky. Only then did I accompany You Feng to the small courtyard, and then followed Fei Xu across the east wall. Growing up is busy with flowers.
Translation:
Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River dance gracefully in the sunset. She is as beautiful as He Yan, and has a mind like Han Shou who loves to steal fragrance. Lingering among the flowers, sucking the nectar, being frivolous and carefree by nature.
After a light rain, the butterfly's pink wings, greasy with water, shimmered in the setting sun. It just flew into the small courtyard with the bees, and crossed the east wall with the catkins, often rushing for flowers.
8. "Nan Gezi·Bring wine to wash away the mountain rain" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
Bring wine to wash away the mountain rain, and sleep in plain clothes at night. I don’t know that the bells and drums announce the dawn. In the dream, butterflies appeared, and I felt light.
As I grow old, all my talents have been exhausted, and my plan to return has not yet come true. Asking for fields and asking for help, laughing at heroes. I love the sandy road by the lake and walk without mud.
Translation:
Braving the mountain rain with a drunken spirit, I covered myself with a coat and slept until the evening cleared. In my deep sleep, I didn't even know that the bells and drums had already announced the dawn. I clearly turned into a butterfly in my dream and felt relaxed.
As I get older, my talent fades, and my desire to return home is uncertain. The petty-minded people who buy land and houses will definitely be ridiculed by heroes and heroes. I still like to walk slowly on the mudless sand road by the lake. 9. Poems related to butterflies
1. Butterfly Qi Ji (Tang Dynasty)
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
2. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
3. "Spring Eve Journey" by Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty)
The flowing water and the flowers faded without mercy, sending the east wind across Chucheng.
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branches watch the third night of the moon.
The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes?