Poetry about birdcages 1. Poems about birdcages
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.
Birds fly out of Tianshan Mountain, and there are no footprints for thousands of miles. "
Poems about birds
Chen bo
fly
A part of life clearly sees the danger of the road.
Have you grown wings and jumped into the milk washing?
Sometimes we can't blame the birds for leaving.
This little body is really destroyed at the touch of a button.
Besides, there are not many high altitudes.
When the weather is fine, birds will fly away.
Leave a cry of fire in the trace of wings.
Let the cold air accept the body temperature.
More often, the bird is the tip of an arrow.
Let the lonely sky know the sharpness of meat
The bird that knew the pain didn't win.
Every bird is a failed hero.
The little body flew out.
love
The sky proves that wind and clouds are media.
Love begins with two birds at high altitude.
Lips that collide from time to time in the air
Beyond the meaning of kissing, their happiness
Is to constantly lift each other's hot bodies.
Don't forget yourself in a thirsty life.
Stay away from flowers and fall in love.
Flapping wings are open petals.
Let each other declare happiness in the fragrance of flesh and blood.
Choose a sunny time in the forest.
One bird grabs another bird's scalp and makes love.
Let love be in the most dizzy time
Know the pain, know the sobriety.
2. Poems about birdcages
Du Fu's two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets with green sky light, Xiling Qian Qiu Xuemen berthing Wu Dong Wan Li ship goose bent neck Xiang Tiange white hair floating green water red palm dialing clear waves Xijiang moonlight night line Huangsha Road Xin Qiji bright moon not surprised magpies, breeze chirping cicadas in the middle of the night.
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. Qiantang Lake spring tour Baijuyi Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water level was low at the beginning.
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. In the faint moonlight, wild geese are flying, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Birds fly out of Tianshan Mountain, and there are no footprints for thousands of miles. "
Poems about Birds Chen Bo's Flying is part of the danger of life. Look at the road, grow wings and jump into the milk washing. Sometimes we can't blame the birds for leaving. This little body is really destroyed at the touch of a button. Moreover, there are not many days when the weather is fine in the sky. Birds walk in the trace of fire when their wings fall off, which makes the cold air admit the temperature of their bodies. More often, the bird is the tip of an arrow, which makes the lonely sky know the sharpness of meat and the pain of penetration. Every bird is a failed hero, and its small body dies as soon as it flies. The sky proves the love of the wind and clouds for the media. At first, two birds stopped in the air and their lips collided from time to time, which went beyond the meaning of kissing. Their happiness is to constantly lift each other's hot bodies so that their thirsty lives will not collapse in selfless love. Away from the wings of flowers, it is in the fragrance of flesh and blood that each other can claim the open petals of happiness. One bird grabs another bird's scalp and makes love know the pain and wakes up at the most dizzy time.
3. Poems about caged birds
Caged Birds (Poetry)
Author: Even the cleverest people know more.
( 1)
Hard to hide the sadness,
Under the guise of singing happily,
in return
Dry food that you don't like but are full and full.
I don't want to beg for mercy, but I don't want to.
The courage to fight death.
A long-lasting heart longs for freedom,
Desire, with the same kind
Happiness in the mountains
To find the clear and bright sky.
The crisp chirping,
From the bottom of my heart,
Even if, in order to fill the stomach.
Get up early and get greedy;
Even if, to avoid natural enemies.
Hide in Tibet.
On a moonlit night,
A loud surprise,
From the perched treetops
Rush into the sky
Then, fall down
Back to my hometown.
I am dead,
Willing to be the belly meal of other animals,
I also want to turn into dirt and hide in the wet grass.
I believe,
My life will last forever.
(2)
People are shuttling through the high-rise streets,
With the same sad eyes,
It's not hard to see
Their confusion and hesitation.
What is needed is,
have only
Only the seeds of green worms are granular.
And nature's vast chest,
How can you forget the desire to control?
Send all this to the funeral?
My heart is flying
Staring at my master for a long time,
A trembling voice shouted.
The door of the cage opened,
Only then did I realize that I have no power to soar.
He looked at me,
I looked at him.
And he, is already two lines of tears.
4. Poems about caged birds
Caged Birds (Poetry) 20 15-02-27 12:25 Author: Great wisdom is like an excess (1) of invincible sadness, pretending to keep singing happily, in exchange for dry food that you don't like but are full.
I don't want to beg for mercy, but I don't have the courage to fight death. For a long time, my heart longed for freedom, and I longed to find the clear and bright sky in the mountains with my peers.
Crisp singing, sincere from the voice, even if, in order to fill the stomach, get up early and get greedy; Even if, in order to avoid natural enemies, hiding. On the moonlit night, a sound of alarm rushed to the sky from the treetop where I lived, and then fell back to my hometown.
When I die, I want to be eaten by other animals. I want to become dirt and hide in the wet grass. I believe my life will last forever. (2) People who pass by in a hurry on the streets with high-rise buildings have the same sad eyes, so it is not difficult to see their confusion and hesitation.
All you need is a caterpillar's seed and nature's broad mind. How can we bury all this because we forget the desire to control? "My heart is flying" stared at my master for a long time, and his trembling voice growled. The door of the cage opened, only to find that I had lost the power to soar.
He looked at me and I looked at him. And he, is already two lines of tears.
5. Poems about birds
1. Woodpeckers don't sing melodious songs like nightingales, nor are they as beautiful as thrushes. They only have pointed mouths and red feathers. Nor can we remind farmers' uncles to prepare for a bumper harvest like cuckoos. It's just, don't you think? Cuckoo can only remind, but can't really practice, while woodpecker only works to eliminate pests on trees and crops. By contrast, she is a doer! It doesn't like to show off like a magpie, but it treats trees with its sharp mouth every morning and makes a crisp sound, adding a little vitality to the silent forest.
This bird is very cute. It has green hair, a pair of big watery eyes, and looks at all of us curiously. Its small mouth is sharp, and its sharp claws are red and thin. Although small, it is strong and strong, which hurts the teacher's hand. The belly is white and full; The tail is tilted, with few feathers, but it is long, beautiful in color, a little white, a little black and a little gray, and there is a small black spot on the tip of the tail.
In this flock of pigeons, I like a pigeon with black and white feathers best. Every time I go to Uncle Wang Jun's house to see pigeons, I can't help feeling its soft and smooth feathers, especially the green fluff around my neck, just like wearing a green velvet scarf. I feel very comfortable.
Hummingbirds have gorgeous feathers. The feathers of the whole body are almost sapphire blue, and the feathers of the abdomen are pale yellow, dotted with small blue spots, more like wearing a nice shirt. Five or six hard feathers on the small tail are also beautiful, with pale yellow tips, dark middle and white handles. The feathers of the wings are very thin, really as thin as cicadas! So its wings can flap 50-70 times per second, which is amazing! Hummingbird's mouth is a small tube, like an embroidery needle, which is used to suck nectar. His eyes are big, black, round and bright. How clever.
Hummingbird is the smallest bird in the world, weighing only 1-2 grams, only the belly size of the little finger. If you put a little hummingbird in your hand, you can't see its true face at all. Today, I finally saw the true face of the hummingbird in a color photo with a magnification of 100 times. It is really a beautiful and magical bird.
6. Black feathers contain milky white feathers, the corners of the mouth and claws are red, the tail is like scissors, like a drawn sword, cutting the air into a gap and flying in the sky-swallows.
7. Today, I saw a bird on the pine tree in our school. Its eyes are red, like a pair of sunglasses. The feathers on its back and abdomen are more like ties. It also combs its feathers from time to time.
At first, "beauty" was strange to the new environment. It is in the cage, with frightened round eyes, looking around. When I feed it, it always flaps its wings against me and refuses to eat. I had no choice but to put the food in a cage and hide it to watch it secretly eat. I saw the "beauty" flapping its wings for a while, and then I didn't show up, so it straightened its chest, held its head up like a general, surrounded it, and made sure that the neighborhood was really safe before it began to lower its head to eat, but it was very alert and looked up from time to time.
9. At first, I played with birds as soon as I was free, and I thought the birds were cute. But after a few days, the bird gradually lost weight and its lively and lovely appearance disappeared. It sang in a hoarse voice, flapping its wings and flapping its cage desperately, looking so sad and painful. I think when a bird is caged, it loses its freedom and everything. It is eager to fly out of the cage, fly in the blue sky, play in the forest, participate in the chorus and be a happy bird.
10, they are all black, their eyes are green, and their feathers are fluffy, like young swallows. They seem to fly desperately in the rain, sometimes to the roof, sometimes to the branches. I found a bird soaked to the skin and kept practicing. I think they are brave, not afraid of hardship and fatigue. I want to learn this spirit of birds, practice my skills hard when I was a child, and fly high when I grow up.
1 1. My family adopted a beautiful bird. It's cute, its feathers are beautiful and its eyes are bright. Grandpa said it was a game bird. But its head is hurt. Before this, we didn't know that it was its head that was injured, but we just felt that it was no more energetic than other birds and always motionless. When I was sitting in a birdcage to observe it, I suddenly found that the bird's head was a little strange, and it was difficult to turn around, so I thought it was its head that was injured.
12 I couldn't help taking it out of the cage. It struggled in horror and looked at me with frightened little eyes, as if to say, please, let me go. I found that the feathers on its head were short and dense, and it felt very slippery. Its belly is falling together, its feathers are loose and soft, and it feels warm.
13, crow, although his singing is not as good as lark and oriole, his body is not as good as eagle, his speech is not as good as magpie and his beauty is not as good as peacock ... but his heart is the most beautiful. May all birds, including people, have a heart as beautiful as gold.
14, the bird's head is inlaid with a pair of small eyes like black gems, and its mouth is very long with its small nostrils on it. It has a few little fingers on its claws and a few small white hooks on its fingers, which are probably its nails.
15, Grandpa's family has a lively and clever bird. It is covered with colorful feathers, with a yellow mouth and orange claws. It's really beautiful.
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6. Appreciation of Ma Fei's poem Bird Cage
Mr. Ma Fei, a poet living in Chicago, can be called "the master of short poems".
Among the many masterpieces he contributed to China's poetry, there is a series of Bird Cage. The short poem "birdcage" opens the door of the birdcage, lets the birds fly away and returns the reason to the birdcage; It is the masterpiece of a famous poet. Since 1973 was published in Taiwan Province Shili magazine, it has been one of the focuses of domestic and foreign critics in commenting on non-horse works.
Its advantage is that it uses the simplest spoken language to derive a philosophy with extremely rich personality and full image. The images of "birdcage" and "bird" are symbols in philosophy, symbolizing two interdependent and opposite entities.
Readers and commentators can have different views, which can be interpreted as complementary concepts of opposites, such as spirit and body, reason and emotion, individual and group, freedom and slavery, society and individual. Look at the birdcage again. Open the door of the birdcage and let the birds fly away. At the back of this poem, there is a note: I wrote Bird Cage many years ago. "At that time, it was quite new. Today, it still has its limitations.
Because keeping Wu in a cage involves more than just birds and the cage itself. "In this poem written in 1989, why did the poet take back the' freedom' that had been put back into the birdcage and put it back into the sky instead? This should be related to complex philosophical speculation.
In short, it is to put the birdcage in a broad background-the sky. The freedom of the sky is reflected by the free flight of birds. Cages deprive birds of their freedom, in the final analysis, they deprive the freedom of the sky.
Opening the birdcage will lead to an open and democratic society, that is, breaking all kinds of taboos, giving people a lot of freedom, people's thoughts can soar in the vast sky, and people's talents have a broad space to display. This poem not only contains extensive sympathy, but also contains sociological thinking.
The "birdcage" opens the door of the birdcage and lets the birds fly out and into the cage freely. Since then, it has become the sky. 1995 In the spring, Ma Fei wrote this poem and sent it to another poet who was doing business on the Mississippi River. The poet does small business in other places and guards the five-foot counter all the year round. He eats less, eats more, and is boring. Isn't he trapped in an extremely materialistic "birdcage"? The tick of the cash register is the only bird.
This is a cold and unchangeable reality. In this case, why not be a "bird that flies in and out freely": flying out is a world of poetry, flying in is business first, pragmatic but not sticky, ethereal but not vain, and life responsibility and self-interest go hand in hand. At this level, all obstacles no longer exist: bird cages become the sky.
Looking at Ma Fei's three poems, I think of three realms of Zen: seeing mountains is mountains and water is water; Looking at mountains is not looking at mountains, and water is not water; Look at the mountains or the mountains or the water. The birdcage was the opponent of the sky at first, and finally merged into one. The poet's realm is progressive layer by layer, and each layer has its own unique scenery. Its sublimation is not a denial of the former, but a natural extension of the poet's inspiration.
Their multiplicity is like a prism, reflecting an extremely colorful perceptual and rational world.
7. Poems about bamboo and birds
Hengyang road is the second best
Fan Song Chengda
Empty mangosteen roof and swallows.
Send a few miles to the river and give them to Yang Shangqing.
Fan Song Chengda
The bamboo forest at the stern covers counties and cities, so the old man still stands on his own feet.
He bid farewell to Wuxia and gave 40 acres of orchard to Nan Qing's brother Xiang.
Don du fu
Good moss and bamboo, flat canopy is uncertain.
Tang Cheng
Don du fu
Castanopsis kawakamii forest prevents the wind from blowing leaves, cage bamboo and cigarettes from dripping.
A kind of bamboo
Don du fu
The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.
Poems about eating bamboo shoots
Tang Bai Juyi
This is the hometown of bamboo, and bamboo shoots are all over the valley;
Julie
Qingpu Songling
I especially love this gentleman, scratching my edge and brushing my days.
When my son arrived, he was very happy with his master.
Zhu Yong
Wu Qin Chang Shuo
There are always eight treasures among the guests, which are as fragrant as wild bamboo shoots in the mountains.
Send me a message, and I will feel lonely. When shall I go back to see my new wife?
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock;
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Changzhu
Don
Jerry's ancestors were swept by the blue haze, and Cai Yong was recalled by the green branches.
After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons.
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Light smoke Gu Mo, write half of this gentleman,
There is no need to report peace, you have seen strong winds.
Tell me to go back to Li, draw bamboo and bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of wei county.
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.
bright red
Beam gauge
Ask the bamboo stick frequently and taste it first;
Zhu Yong
Huang Songting Jian
Bamboo shoots have small yellow horns, and fern buds have children's fists.
Selected poems of things
8. Poetry-themed birdcage performance
The poem Bird Cage was not written by a horse.
First, the whole poem appreciation:
open
bird cage
door
Let the birds fly
go to
Put freedom
recover
bird
prison
Second, poetry appreciation:
Speaking of the theme of the poem, Ma Fei not only returned "freedom" to "bird" and "cage", but also a third party-himself-here, let the flying bird be free, let the empty cage be free, and let the reader be free-the so-called "leave something for the reader to think about" is full of meaning. Well done! What a great artistic means!
Three: Creation Series:
Mr. Ma Fei wrote Bird Cage three times, forming a series of Bird Cage, thus entering a "virtual view" in poetry creation.
Non-horse's aesthetic consciousness and thinking are different from their predecessors, creating the realm of "non-reality and non-emptiness, big reality and big emptiness".
Non-horse's series of poems "Bird Cage", including bird cage, bird cage and sky, have gone beyond the "physical image view" and entered the "virtual image view".
Four. About the author:
(1936~), whose real name is Ma, is a Chinese-American scientist, poet and artist. I come from Guangdong, China, and was born in Taiwan Province Province. Ph.D. in nuclear engineering, University of Wisconsin, worked in Argonne National Institute, USA, engaged in the research and development of nuclear power generation safety. Amateur poetry creation, including 65,438+09 kinds of poetry anthologies, such as In the Windy City, Selected Poems by Non-horses, White Horse Collection, Mutually Echoing Horses, Selected Poems by Non-horses, Selected Poems by Non-horses (four volumes) and prose "Let Your Heart Beat".