Lofty and free and easy, such as Qiu Chan shelling in the mud, floating outside the dust, or like Zhuang Zhoumeng butterfly, floating in the land of light water and idle clouds.
2. After a light rain, the thin wings were greasy with smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers. -"Looking at Butterflies in the South of the Yangtze River" Ouyang Xiu in the Song Dynasty
After a light rain, the pink wings of butterflies greasy by water sparkled in the sunset. It just flew into the yard with bees, accompanied catkins through the east wall, and often scrambled for flowers.
3, Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's Seven Poems on Finding Flowers by the River (6)
The flowers in the yellow silk girl covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent lower and lower from the ground. The colorful butterflies in the fragrant flowers have been dancing, and the free and soft oriole just cried with joy.
4, the hedge is sparse and deep, and the tree head is not cloudy. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. -Yang Wanli's New Town Xugong Store in the Song Dynasty
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the tree fall one after another, and the new leaves have not yet formed a shade. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.
5. Breaking the Dream of Zhuang Zhou, the two wings drive the east wind, and 300 gardens are mined and emptied. The nectar in 300 gardens is empty, but it's a natural wind that scares away the bees who collect honey. Wings flapping gently, flowers flapping on the bridge. —— "Drunk in the sky, singing big butterflies" Wang Heqing of the Yuan Dynasty
I broke Zhuang Zhou's dream and came to reality, with huge wings driving the mighty east wind. The nectar of 300 famous gardens has been collected, but it is a natural romantic species, which scares away the bees that collect honey. The wings flapped gently, and all the flower sellers crossed the east of the bridge.
2. What are the poems about butterflies? If I find you some poems, I won't post them:
butterfly
Don
Huayang is hot in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.
The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today.
butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the smell is heavy. Fly separately. See you in teams.
Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees. Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other.
Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick. You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers.
The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless. Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus.
Pimp a butterfly
Tang Wen Ting Yun
The autumn wind is sad, and the traveler has not returned.
The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.
Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows.
It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?
two butterflies
Tang xuqiu
The ethereal caterpillar is slightly shelled and can't bear the misty rain.
A beautiful branch to teach, a few wisps of spring breeze to fly.
Every worry in the mouths of chickens and birds, as well as the fragrance of pity, is wrapped around the clothes that continue the front edge.
Ruthless can't solve the dream, don't believe the right and wrong of Zhuang Zhou.
Brush green, wear red, and spend a lifetime in spring.
I hate it when the goddess comes to rain. I like to pick incense with stones.
The wind should only accumulate pollen, and the night is cold and long
The cicada's song is pedantic, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.
Three butterflies
Tang xuqiu
Moths in cocoons are not difficult, but flowers must pass by.
The sky and the wind gently send each other, but laugh at spider weaving.
Constant constant double brush painting column, beauty stole a glance frequently.
Don't bully your wings to fly short and close, it's hard to try to jump between flowers.
There is no vivid reason. There are many wild paths in the wild garden.
Who doesn't know that silk and bamboo teach dance, and it depends on Yinger to sing?
Cold bee picking chrysanthemums
Tang gengkun
Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense.
Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.
Inlaid harp
Don
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
Tijinhua
Tang rongyu
It takes two years to buy hibiscus plants with your own money.
Bright red is invisible to beautiful women, but butterflies will come early.
spring
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I feel that the scenery in the east is getting late, and the wild Meishan apricot is dark and fragrant.
On the falling star tower, the residual horn blows, and the residual sunset hangs the crescent camp.
The dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul.
The world of mortals broke off the guest in Chang 'an, and the prince of Cao Fang did not return at dusk.
See the rain on the boat
Don Dai Shulun
At the beginning of the rain tonight, Du Ruoqing is in Jiangnan. How reckless is it to become famous? Brothers always wither.
Dreams are far from worrying about butterflies, and feelings are deep shame. I care about lonely people all day, and my life experience is still Liu Ping.
Jianghang
Don Yu Xuan Ji
The great river embraces Wuchang oblique, and there are thousands of households in Parrot Island.
It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.
Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the painting is still along Nautilus Island.
I don't even feel drunk. I'm surprised at Hanshui.
There is a real mother's grave.
Tangzhanghu
The Buddha buried Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp.
The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.
peony
Tang peishuo
A few flowers are beautiful, and peaches and plums are peaceful.
I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing.
This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring.
Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.
Begonia
Tangzhenggu
Spring breeze is intended to be even in color and can be sold with poems and songs.
It's best to have a fresh rain when the wind is sunny, and it's about to open.
Mochow was lazy at the window, and Liang Guangdan was late in writing.
I'm drunk and can't get enough of it. I admire his butterfly branches.
Zhuhe Liu Yun
Don
Bai, go home by car.
Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.
The glass is full of dew and empty.
Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Send dou bing Cao
Tangli section
Pears bloom all over the garden, and girls wear robes. When you hear your lover complaining, you should hurry home.
The Imperial Bridge is warm at night, and there are few early warblers in Guandu. No wedding, watch butterflies fly.
3. Ancient poems about butterflies. Famous ancient poems about butterflies
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"
The west wind is full of lotus in the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. -Don Huang Chao's Chrysanthemum
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. -Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store
There are thousands of butterflies in the blurred butterfly tree, with tails like tassels. No one would believe that until he arrived in butterfly spring, the shadow of the building was solemnly covered with butterflies. -Qing Sha Chen's "Shangguan Diechun"
Eight miscellaneous poems
(Jin) Zhang Xie
Report to the border town and bind the Rong Brigade.
Get off the bus like yesterday and look at four or five dollars.
May I ask when this is? Butterflies fly to the South Garden.
I love Laopu, and I miss Laoshan.
Fu Jian * The more clothes she wears, the more beautiful she will be.
The local wind is safe for a reason.
Resentment and the main thin Ji Zhe
Xie Tiao (Southern Dynasties)
Flowers fall and butterflies fall, and the wind curtain enters Shuang Yan.
Poetry of spring feeling
(Tang) Li Bai
Dust haunts the wandering face, and butterflies make beautiful women.
Two Ancient Poems (Part Two)
Liang Wudi (Southern Dynasties)
Two butterflies are flying, low.
4. 1 What are the beautiful butterfly poems in Jinse by Li Shangyin?
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
2. He Zhu
Minus word magnolia floating in Leng Xiang, hope to have a dream butterfly. When the morning comes, my eyes shine, and I'm afraid I'll see the condensation and warmth gradually melt. The drum urges the song to send, and the fragrant wine is for whom to honor. The lonely wall is east, the door covers the dusk, and the courtyard is full of wind.
3. Look for flowers by the river. Tang dufu
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
4. Title Chrysanthemum Don Juan Notes
The west wind is full of lotus in the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
5. Yang Wanli stayed at Xugong Store in Xinshi.
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
6. Qingping Lesong Zhao Yanduan
Peach roots and leaves, one tree is connected to another. When I arrived in Jiangnan in March and February, the butterfly was lost. Take care, green watermelon. Flowers bloom before the wind. Gardenia with my heart, I quote you a hundred petals.
7. Yu Meiren Songzhao Tobacco Section
The cicada breaks the willow into a shade, and the pool pavilion rains. Green sandalwood rolls scarlet, curved apricot flowers, butterfly screen. Spring mountains overlap slowly, and the residual needle and thread are cleaned up. Once again, she became a charming girl, leaning against Tan Lang, throwing lotus seeds and playing mandarin ducks.
8, Jade Butterfly Song Lu you.
Tired guests travel all their lives, flogging Luo Jing and seeing Xiaoxiang off. What year is this? It's Gao Tang for Song Yu. Embroidered curtains open, incense dust rises at the beginning, lotus steps are steady, and silver candles are branches. The end of darkness. Swallows are ashamed and jealous, and butterflies are busy around bees. Unforgettable fragrant bottle is diligent in persuasion, the cold is new, and the jade leakage is still long. How much affection, only worry about the invasion of the corridor. Ask with a smile when you want to go back. When I approached, the Prime Minister flew into a rage. Break someone's intestines. Give me a vacation and spare time to get on the horse.
9. Subtract the word Yulan Zhang Song Xiaoxiang.
I know Dong Jun has been paying attention for a long time. Sorrow, sadness, redness and haggard are all caused by the night wind. A frivolous butterfly is afraid to support her heart. If you want to avoid leaving your cloak, if you don't sue Dong Jun, who will you sue?
10, Li He
Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore. The glass is full of dew and empty. Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
5. The poem about butterflies is 1, and the Song of Chang Gan by Tang Libai.
Excerpts from the original text:
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
Explanation:
Moss is too thick to clean, leaves fall and autumn comes early. In August, Huang Die was flying, and both of them flew to the grassland of Xiyuan.
2. Tang Wang drives "rainy and sunny"
Excerpts from the original text:
Before the rain, there were flowers in the flowers, but after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.
The butterfly flies over the wall, which is suspected to be the spring scenery next door.
Explanation:
Stamens can be seen when the flowers first open before the rain, but there are no flowers among the green leaves after the rain. Bees and butterflies have flown to the other side of the wall, and they suspect that spring scenery is in the neighbor's yard.
3. Two Qujiang Poems by Tang Du Fu
Excerpts from the original text:
Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.
The scenery of the message is flowing, which is not contrary to the temporary reward.
Explanation:
But I saw butterflies shuttling in the depths of flowers, dragonflies flying leisurely on the water, flapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang and let me stay in Chunguang. Although it is a temporary reward, don't violate it!
4. Don Huang Chao's Chrysanthemum
Excerpts from the original text:
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Explanation:
Autumn wind is rolling and chrysanthemums are swaying in the garden. The stamens are full of chill, and butterfly bees are hard to come. One day, I will become a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.
5. This is the Qingming by Tang Menghao-ran.
Excerpts from the original text:
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Bloom is gone, the grass grows, and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
Explanation:
The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.
6. The most famous classic poem praising butterflies is this one:
golden
Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Butterflies have come together (Tang)
Where the back is red, the smell is heavy. Fly separately. See you in teams.
Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees. Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other.
Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick. You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers.
The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless. Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus.
Cui Tu (Tang), Spring Festival Evening Tour.
Flowers thanked two heartless people and sent the east wind to spring.
The butterfly dreams of Wan Li, and the azalea blossoms in the third night of last month.
7. What are the poems about butterflies? 1 Untitled One by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty the stars of last night and the wind of last night, west of the studio and east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. The hedge is deep and the flowers on the head of the tree are not shaded.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. Seeing through butterflies, some dragonflies fly leisurely, and the scenery of news flows, which is contrary to temporary companionship.
4 "Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin's "Qingling Terrace" sets the sun, and the eternal soul is in Xia Mo. Mo Jing is a butterfly, which flies to other branches. 5 "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Tang Du Fu stayed in the butterfly show and danced from time to time. The charming Yingying was just crying.
6 Tang Li and the spring clouds are hot and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating. The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today.
7 Ask Luo Yi, the tomb of the true mother Hoover, where the lonely soul returns. Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp.
The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.
8 "Jiang Xing" (Tang Dynasty) embraced Wuchang Oblique in Dajiang, and there were thousands of households in Nautilus Island. It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.
8. Is there a poem about butterflies? Butterfly flies to the Tang and Five Dynasties-Li He
The clouds in Huayang in spring are very hot.
The tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.
Master butterfly flies west,
The white knight came back today.
Teasing sequence
Hu Die, Hu Die,
Fly to the golden branches and jade leaves.
In front of you, dancing in the spring breeze,
Peach trees in Venice are red.
Mangrove, mangrove,
Yan Yu warbler crows at dusk.
Source:
China's Poetry-Tang and Five Dynasties-Wang Jian
Lv Zugao of Pujiang wrote the poem "On Sishan Road": "Pink Huang Die hedges, and people hang wine flags on the hills. The drizzle makes the sleeves thin, and the guest knows that it is a chrysanthemum.
Sorrow is like a squid, always knowing the night, laziness is busy with butterflies for spring.
There is still participation in a person's visit to Shanjia. The hut is diagonally separated by pine leaves. The host didn't open the door when he heard this, and flew to Huang Die around the hedgerow potherb. -Sun Tzu Zuo Fu's "Looking for a Mountain Residence"
Huang Ji said a literati poem: "Du Fu's throat is cold, and Hua Meng Xiang."
butterfly
The first butterfly in spring
Orange and purple.
Fly briskly across my road
A flying flower
What changed my life?
colour
Source:
Appendix-Selected readings of foreign literature-Selected readings of world famous poems-Canada-Michael Brock
9. Ancient Poems about Butterflies Where is Tang Qiji, and where is the charm?
Fly separately. See you in teams. Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees.
Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other. Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick.
You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers. The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless.
Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus. Cold bees pick chrysanthemums, and Tang Geng swims under the clear sky, looking for fragrance from chrysanthemums.
Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense. Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind.
Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams. Tang Rongyu bought hibiscus flowers with his own money, and it took two years to blossom.
Bright red is invisible to beautiful women, but butterflies will come early. In spring, Wei Zhuang suddenly felt that the scenery in the East was getting late, and the wild plum trees were fragrant.
On the falling star tower, the residual horn blows, and the residual sunset hangs the crescent camp. The dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul.
The world of mortals broke off the guest in Chang 'an, and the prince of Cao Fang did not return at dusk. Watching the Rain Boat Tang Dai Shulun Listening to the Rain At the beginning of this evening, Du Ruoqing was in Jiangnan.
How reckless is it to become famous? Brothers always wither. Dreams are far from worrying about butterflies, and feelings are deep shame.
I care about lonely people all day, and my life experience is still Liu Ping. In the Tang Dynasty, the Yangtze River was oblique to Baowuchang and in front of Nautilus Island.
It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies. Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the painting is still along Nautilus Island.
I don't even feel drunk. I'm surprised at Hanshui. The tomb of the true mother Hoover was inscribed with Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here.
Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp. The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple.
A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring. The peony is full of flowers, and Antong Taoli Rong.
I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing. This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring.
Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate. The spring breeze of Zheng Gu in Haitang Tang Dynasty is intended to be even in color, so it can be sold with poems and poems.
It's best to have a fresh rain when the wind is sunny, and it's about to open. Mochow was lazy at the window, and Liang Guangdan was late in writing.
I'm drunk and can't get enough of it. I admire his butterfly branches. Li Hebai chased his horse home.
Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore. The glass is full of dew and empty.
Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish. Send Dou Bing, Caotang, Li Duan, Pear Flower to the Garden, and the girl will wear Luo Fu.
When you hear your lover complaining, you should hurry home. The Imperial Bridge is warm at night, and there are few early warblers in Guandu.
No wedding, watch butterflies fly. Su Shi, the son of Nanxiang, has water marks in the first frost and light blue scales in Yuanzhou.
The wine is fading away, the wind is soft and chilly, and the broken hat is affectionate but affectionate. If the festival is rewarded, it will ruin the autumn.
Everything is a dream in the end. Take a rest. The yellow butterfly will worry tomorrow. Su Shi, a southern singer, rushed to Shan Yu with wine and slept with clothes.
I wonder if the bell and drum will break dawn. In the dream, there are butterflies and a light body.
When you get old, you can't come back. Ask for fields, ask for homes, and smile at Hao Ying.
Love the sand road by the lake, avoid mud. The first frost water marks, light blue scales exposed to the distant continent.
The wine is fading away, the wind is soft and chilly, and the broken hat is affectionate but affectionate. If the festival is rewarded, it will ruin the autumn.
Everything is a dream in the end. Take a rest. The yellow butterfly will worry tomorrow.