A poem about the butterfly's home 1 Poems about butterflies
1, Butterflies 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.
2, "Jinse" 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.
3. Travel Notes of the Spring Festival Evening Cui Tu (Tang)
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.
The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera?
2. What are the poems about butterflies?
Find you some poems, and the words will not be posted:
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.
The bright red is not seen by the beauty, but the butterfly tries to know it 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
Look at butterflies in Jiangnan
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River, sunset in pairs. He looks like he lang is full of powder, but inside he looks like Han shou loves stealing incense. Talent and frivolity.
After a light rain, thin wings are tired of smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers.
Translation:
Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River are dancing in the sunset. She looks as beautiful as peace, wandering among flowers, sucking nectar, and frivolous by nature.
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.
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Creative background:
Looking at butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River is a poem about butterflies, which was written by Ouyang Xiu when he was working in Bianjing (now Kaifeng, Henan). The specific creation time is unknown.
The author introduces:
Ouyang Xiu (1007- 1072), whose real name is Yongshu, is a drunkard, and later named "Liu Yiju". Politicians, writers and historians in the Northern Song Dynasty, together with Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, Wang Anshi, Su Xun, Su Shi, Su Zhe and Ceng Gong, are known as the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties". Later generations also called him "the four great writers of the ages" with Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan and Su Shi.
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4. Poems about butterflies
1, "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River, Episode 6"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
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.
The roadside around Huangsi's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are pressing down the branches. Butterflies don't want to hover in the flowers, and free little orioles keep singing in the flowers.
2. Su Xinshi Xugong Store
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
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.
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall one after another, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.
3. "Jinse"
Tang Dynasty: 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.
There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II"
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
A plum tree turns golden, and the apricots grow bigger and bigger; Buckwheat flowers are white and rape flowers are sparse. As the day grows, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by; Only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
5. "Qingming is a thing"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
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.
The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing naturally makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. The grass grows and the warbler flies, and the butterflies pair. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.
5. Are there any poems about butterflies?
Butterfly flies to the Tang Dynasty 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?
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Source:
Appendix-Selected readings of foreign literature-Selected readings of world famous poems-Canada-Michael Brock
6. Butterfly's Home Text Beautiful sentences
Hello! Butterfly's home text beautiful sentence:
1. The sky is so low, the clouds are so dark, thunder, electricity, rain and wind are roaring and shaking, and raindrops are clamoring intensively. The wind hung with a silver rain curtain, and the world was almost washed all over. Even the Woods are dark, dripping and wet everywhere. Isn't it difficult for butterflies?
2. A girl said to me, "After the rain, butterflies will come out again and fly in the sun. They are so happy and so smart. I think they must be hiding in a secret home. Their home must be beautiful and warm, unlike domestic birds, which fly under the eaves where people smoke when it rains. It must be like this. "
Wish you a happy life!
7. What poems describe beautiful butterflies?
1, Kinser 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.