1. Poems about bird calls
Poems about bird calls 1. Poems about bird calls
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles are at ease. cry.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking alone by the river in search of fragrance" When will the swallows fly back together, and the peach blossoms on the bank will bloom when dipped in water. ——Xu Fu, Song Dynasty, "Spring Tour to the Lake" There is only pity grass growing on the shore, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
——Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream" The flowers are blooming, the mangroves are in chaos, orioles are singing, and the grass is growing and the egrets are flying across the lake. ——Xu Yuanjie, Song Dynasty, "On the Lake" In March, the remaining flowers are falling and blooming more, and swallows are flying from the small eaves every day.
——Wang Ling of the Song Dynasty's "Send Spring" What does Piaopiao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Lv Ye Shu Huai" There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the swallows return, as if they have known each other before.
——Song Dynasty Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand" In several places, the early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, and the new swallows peck at the spring mud. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night.
——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty, "Moon over the Xijiang River" Half of the wall is visible from the sea and the sun, and the sky is full of chickens. ——Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu Song Leaves Farewell" Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky.
——"Four Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The grass is dry and the hawk's eyes are sick, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Guan Xun" The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows on the embankment are drunk by the spring smoke.
——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. ——Song Dynasty Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Ge Zi" drove the chickens up the trees and heard the sound of knocking on the firewood and thorns.
——Tang Dynasty's Du Fu's "Three Poems on Qiang Village (Part 1)" The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese, and the words and the poem are composed of Jiuqiu Peng. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Feelings at the Moon" Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water.
—— "Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan, Yuan Dynasty The solitary cloud will wild cranes, how can they live in the human world? ——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty, "Sending the Master" The spring rain is drizzling in the independent Hengmen, and the white chickens fly on the branches and crow. ——Song Dynasty Ye Shaoweng's "Xixi" ② Poems with the word "bird" The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Birdsong Stream" I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Dawn" Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
——"Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty. The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. ——Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion" Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branch of the bird's nest.
——"Nineteen Ancient Poems", "Traveling, Traveling Again" Birds fly back to their hometown, and foxes must die on their first hill. ——Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow" The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird singing mountain becomes more secluded.
——"Enter the Ruoye River" by Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty. The flowers splashed with tears when I felt sad, and the birds were frightened by the hate. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Hope" The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds chirping in the sky.
——Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty, "Taicheng" The fragrant grass has fallen without anyone, and the flowers have fallen, and the birds are chirping all the way up the spring mountain. ——Li Hua's "Spring Journey Improvisation" The light of the mountain is pleasing to the nature of the birds, while the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
——Tang Dynasty Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple" There are layers of clouds in the chest, and the returning birds enter the canthus. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Mountains" The white hair is sad and the flowers are falling, and the blue clouds are envious of the flying birds.
——Tang Cen Shen's "Relics of Du Zuo Province" The wind is warm and the birds are singing, and the sun is high and the shadows of flowers are heavy. ——Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty, "Resentment of the Spring Palace".
2. Ancient poems describing the chirping of birds
1: I have seen the plum blossoms blooming, and heard the singing of birds again.
2: Smoke is the walking path, water is the home, sleeping in twos, twos, threes and threes on the warm sand. In order to thank Li Luan and bid farewell to the swan, how can I not go to the end of the world?
——Wu Rong's "Water Bird" 3: In spring, the embroidered feathers are in full bloom, and at dusk, they roost in the bamboo forest. Flowers bloom in the forbidden garden, and trees cry across the river bridge.
Looking for the sound is far away, but Gu Yingnian is flying low. There are no nestless swallows, still peeking into the mud above the curtain.
——Gu Kuang's "Spring Birds Send Yuan Xiucai to Beijing" 4: The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles crow at ease. 5: Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows drift in the breeze. 6: The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird singing mountain becomes more secluded.
——Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty, "Enter the Ruoye River" 7: Sleeping in spring without realizing the dawn, I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Dawn" 8: No one is sorry to anyone, only those who do not know how to cherish others.
9: The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple are blooming: the flowers and plants of Mei Sheng. "Late Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty 10: The oriole crows thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wine flag winds in the water village, mountain and Guo.
——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" 11: The sky is long and the water is far away, but the net is thin and the net is thin, so you can save the green and green clothes. There are many harmful things in the hands of children, so I advise you not to fly near the city.
——The Green Blue Bird "The Green Blue Bird" 12: There are clouds in the chest, and the returning bird returns from the canthus. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Wang Yue" 13: The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking alone by the river in search of fragrance" 14: Birds fly back to their hometown, and foxes must die first. Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow" 15: In February, the lake water is clear, and every spring bird sings.
——Tang Yuhaoran's "Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring" 16: The white hair is sad and the flowers are falling, and the blue clouds are envious of the flying birds. ——Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty, "Send to Zuo Province Du Supplements" 17: The fragrant grass has no one and the flowers have fallen, and the birds are chirping all the way in the spring mountain.
Li Hua's "Spring Journey Improvisation" 18: The lonely grass grows on the bank, and the orioles sing in the deep trees. ——Beautiful verses in "Chuzhou West Stream" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty 19: Birds singing in the West Garden.
How much spring will it leave? The feeling of being a guest never gets better.
Worry about losing the fragrant grass.
——Huang Ji's "Qing Ping Le" 20: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 21: The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds chirping in the sky. ——Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty, "Taicheng" 22: Noisy birds cover Chunzhou, and the land is full of miscellaneous heroes.
——Liang Xie Tiao of the Southern Dynasties, "I climbed three mountains at night and looked back at the capital" 23: A kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but it came to my heart. 24: Three A three-inch podium, a three-inch tongue, a three-inch pen, and three thousand peaches and plums. 25: At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass.
(Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields") 26: The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are returning to each other. 27: Once a teacher, always a father.
28: The grass and trees beside the blue bird spring are spring, and the yellow clouds are blocking the way. ——Lu Zhao's "Willow Branches" 29: Hu Ma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest.
30: Looking at the lotus leaves, I glance down at the tall tree. Break the whole fish and remove a little green light.
——Yang Juyuan's "Kingfisher with a Fish in its Mouth" 31: I don't know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away. There are no people walking through the ancient trees, and there is no clock in the deep mountains.
The spring is filled with dangerous rocks, and the sun is cold and green with green pine trees. In the dusk, the empty pond is melodious, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon.
Passing Xiangji Temple 32: Beauty grows old in a blink of an eye, autumn leaves a few frosts, old age makes me forgetful, but I never forget lovesickness. 33: Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
34: The moonrise scares the mountain birds, singing in the spring stream. 35: The spring water of the Yangtze River is dyed green, and the lotus leaves are as big as Qian Tang's "Spring Farewell Song" by Zhang Ji in Tang Dynasty. 36: Thousands of miles of orioles sing green and red, and the wind of wine flags in water villages and mountains. 37: The solemn tidbits are late, and the reds are light.
The day is long and the male bird is long, and the spring is far away alone. ——Tang Du Fu's "Spring Festival" 38: I have always raised feathers, and they used to fly around in the past.
The sun has changed, but the mist in the evening has changed. When the branches and leaves are covered here, I hope to reach the sky.
——Li Cen's "Each of the East Peak Pavilions is dedicated to a bird that can live in smoke" 39: The sun is over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. (Wang Zhihuan: "Climbing the Stork Tower") 40: Yellow birds, yellow birds, do not gather in mulberry trees, do not peck at my beams.
The people of this country cannot be compared with Ming. After saying that, I will return to my brothers.
——"Xiaoya·Yellow Bird" 41: Birds fly back to their hometown, and foxes must die first. ——Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow" 42: Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and mandarin fish are fat in the flowing water of peach blossoms.
——Verse 43 about the spring breeze in "Yu Ge Zi" by Zhang Zhihe of the Song Dynasty: Dancing alone on the rock, dancing in groups on the light waves. In front of Fenxun's blue sand, I stand above the white clouds in my arms.
——Lu Zhaolin's "Bird Bathing in the Waves" 44: The flower soul is silent and emotionless, but the bird's dream is nowhere to be frightened. 45: The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
——Chang Jian's "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind the Poshan Temple" 46: There are tree nests for birds, but no wine to keep the guests drunk. ——Shen Yazhi's "Village Residence" 47: Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
——"Four Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty 48: Clouds rise over the sea and plum blossoms cross the river in spring. Shuqi urges the yellow bird, and the clear light turns to the green apple.
——Du Shenyan of the Tang Dynasty, "An Early Spring Tour with Lu Cheng in the Jinling Mausoleum" 49: Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. ——Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty, "Jiang Xue" 50: There must be something that I must give up after the leaves fall. 51: How can the lonely clouds and wild cranes live in the world? ——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty, "Send to the Lord" 52: There are clouds in the chest, and the birds are returning from the canthus.
Du Fu's "Looking at the Mountains" 53: All birds return to their branches, but no one can rest. You should also know that I hate you, so I cry towards the green window.
——Nie Yizhong's "Crying in the Night" 54: Helpless, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return, as if they had known each other before. ——Yan Shu, Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sand" 55: The flowers are blooming, the mangroves are singing, and the grass is growing and the egrets are flying across the lake.
——Xu Yuanjie of the Song Dynasty, "On the Lake" 56: The beginning of spring is interpreted as thousands of words, and the dawn can start with the cries of hundreds of birds. Thousands of households and thousands of doors should wake up to dawn. Why listen to the rooster when establishing a charter?
——Wang Wei's "Listening to the Moxa" 57: Plant lilies in the garden and plant a song in your heart. 58: This bird is light and has few homotopes. I listen to it and have tongues all over its body. The stars announce dawn before they set over the river, and the willows are still clinging to the snow to welcome spring.
——Yan Guo's "Ode to the Moth" 59: The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream. 60: When the door opens, the birds scatter from the branches, and a flock of catkins fall down.
3. Poems about birdsong
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking Alone by the River in Search of Fragrance"
When will the swallows fly back and forth, and the peach blossoms on the bank will bloom after dipping in the water. ——Xu Fu, Song Dynasty, "Spring Tour to the Lake"
There are lonely grasses growing on the shore, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. ——Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty, "Chuzhou West Stream"
The flowers bloom on the mangroves, the orioles sing, and the grass grows and the egrets fly across the lake. ——"On the Lake" by Xu Yuanjie of the Song Dynasty
The remaining flowers in March are blooming more and more, and swallows are flying from the small eaves every day. ——Song Dynasty Wang Ling's "Send Spring"
What does Piaopiao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking at Night"
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. ——Song Dynasty Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand"
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake"
The bright moon scares the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. ——"Xijiang Moon" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
The sun can be seen from half of the wall, and the sky chickens can be heard in the sky.
——Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu's Song of Farewell"
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky. ——"Four Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light. ——"Watching Hunting" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
On the February day, the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the willows brush the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and mandarin fish are fat in the flowing water of peach blossoms. ——Song Dynasty Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"
When the chickens are driven up the trees, they first hear the sound of knocking on the firewood and thorns. ——"Three Poems of Qiang Village (Part 1)" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese, and the words and the scattered poems are nine-autumn pendants. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon and Feelings"
Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water. ——"Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan of the Yuan Dynasty
How can the lonely clouds and wild cranes live in the human world? ——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty, "Send to the Lord"
The spring rain is drizzling in the independent Hengmen, and the white chickens fly up to the branches and crow. ——Song Dynasty Ye Shaoweng's "Xixi"
②Poems with the word "bird"
The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Birdsong Stream"
When I sleep in spring, I don't wake up to dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Dawn"
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. ——"Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
A bird stayed in a tree by the pond, and a monk knocked on the door under the moon. ——Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion"
Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branches of the bird's nest. ——"Nineteen Ancient Poems", "Traveling, Repeating, Repeating"
Birds fly back to their hometown, and foxes must die before they die. ——Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow"
The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird-singing mountain becomes more secluded. ——Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty, "Enter the Ruoye River"
I am moved to tears by the flowers, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. ——"Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like dreaming birds singing in the sky. ——Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty, "Taicheng"
The fragrant grass and flowers fall without anyone, and the birds chirp all the way up the spring mountain. ——Li Hua's "Spring Journey Improvisation"
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people. ——Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple"
There are clouds in the chest, and the returning birds enter the canthus. ——"Wang Yue" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The white hair is sad and the flowers are falling, and the blue clouds are envious of the flying birds. ——Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty, "Send Supplements to Du Zuo Province"
The wind is warm and the birds are singing, and the sun is high and the shadows of flowers are heavy. ——Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty, "The Romance of the Spring Palace"
4. Poems describing the chirping of birds
Birds go and birds come and go in the mountains, and people sing and cry in the water. ——Du Mu
Why should I strike an ordinary bird and spread its hair and blood on the grassland? ——Du Fu
Spring Dawn
Meng Haoran
When I sleep in spring, I don’t realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
Wangyue
Du Fu
How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young.
The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn.
There are clouds in the chest, and birds returning to the canthus.
From the top of the mountain, you can see all the small mountains.
Birdsong Stream
Wang Wei
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
Painting
Wang Wei
From a distance, the mountains are colored, but up close, the water is silent.
Spring has gone and the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come.
Inscribed on the Zen courtyard behind Poshan Temple
Chang Jian
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
Jiang Xue
Liu Zongyuan
The birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and the traces of people in thousands of lands have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky - Du Fu's "Quatrains"
Several early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, and some new swallows peck at the spring mud. ——Bai Juyi "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake"
The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the geese escape at night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword. Lu Lun "Song under the Sai"
5. Ancient poems about bird calls
Quatrains Du Fu Two orioles singing in the green willows A row of egrets on the blue sky window Containing the Xiling Qianqiu Snow Gate Parking in Soochow Thousands of miles away from the boat, the geese bend their necks and sing to the sky. The white fur floats on the green water and the anthurium plucks the clear waves. The moon on the Xijiang River. Xin Qiji's bright moon on the yellow sand road at night. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon. The breeze blows in the middle of the night. The cicadas sing in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. A spring trip to Qiantang Lake is to the north of Bai Juyi Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion. The water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars. Under the fortress, under the Qululun Moon, black geese are flying high, and Chanyu is fleeing at night.
In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife. Birds in the Tianshan Mountains disappeared, and all traces of people disappeared.
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"Poems About Birds" Bochen "Flying" Some lives see the dangers of the road and grow wings one after another and leap to the water to wash away milk? Sometimes we cannot blame the bird for leaving. This small body is really It is destroyed at a touch, not to mention that there are not many good weather days at high altitudes. The birds fly and leave the traces of their wings. The cry of fire makes the cold air recognize the body temperature. More often, the bird is the tip of the arrow, letting the lonely sky know the meat. Sharpness knows the pain of penetration. Birds have no success. Every bird is a failed hero. The small body is destroyed in a single flight. "Love" testifies to the wind and clouds for a long time. Love begins at high altitude. Two birds stop in the air. The lips that keep colliding are beyond. The meaning of kissing, their happiness is to keep picking each other's hot body up in their mouths, so that the thirsty life will not crash in the selfless love. The fluttering wings of the flowers far away are the open petals, so that the other party can claim happiness in the fragrance of flesh and blood. Choose among the woods. When the sun is abundant, one bird grabs the scalp of another bird and makes love. Let love know pain and wake up when it is most likely to be dizzy. "Crying" The hailstorm has passed and a group of birds fell off the branches. Thinking of the bird's life, the bird's heart trembles and the bird's heart cries. Sometimes we call that sound bird song. We sit under it and listen to it. Listening to the melody it picks up from the friction of the clouds, we are intoxicated and even develop a lustful song. When a person crying with bird-like vocal cords can directly Sitting in the sound of birds, his ears were highly consistent with the sound of birds. He understood the beautiful and desperate sorrow. It was a sacrifice of life. It was pierced from the chest of the whole bird, like a burial, like a tearing apart the delicate flesh of "Injury". The blade is only prepared for the strong wind. Because the weak birds never leave the mountains and rivers, just a wing away. An old bird's wings collapsed. The bird's body is too small. I can't see the blood, can't see its scars, and can't hear the cry. It's indifferent. Standing quietly on the branch, watching other birds carrying their lives around in the clouds, the strong wind suddenly rises. The old bird is pushed off the branch. The false flight makes it fall into dust. A cluster of fallen feathers soars into the sky to choose the last freedom. I can see a tearful eye. Who makes Liu Bang's sentences whistle on the bird? "Death" is trying to get closer to the blue day. The bird's life is still unable to stay away from the darkness, so it makes frightening murmurs in its dreams. The story of powerful human hunting birds. Their oaths can be broken, they can be sacrificed, but they will not die. Sometimes we see a bird flying and then disappearing. That bird has already begun to say goodbye. They are in an unknown place. Time and place die as a mockery of them. Throw the body into the darkness and let the sky-blue thoughts fade into the flowing wind and into the flying clouds. Let future generations see through the essentials of flying. Birds can fly or cannot fly. You landed on my balcony and I watched you. You also looked at me and said nothing to each other. Let's see what each other is going to do. What can we do? You said that the cold north is stretching behind you in the morning. Lonely guy, what's wrong with you? You're listless, staying out all night at the bar, and getting up early because you're afraid of traffic jams. Can the broken eyes that pass through the city at work still be intact? You stand on the balcony of my house and continue to fly or can't fly. I have nothing to do and pretend to guess about your life. Crow, smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment."——Sincerely This poem is dedicated to my friend Wu Ya. She cannot forget the crow's feathers, just like she cannot forget the night. Simply light a cigarette. The burning place is the crow's eye. Smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment. Although the sunset has taken away my lover's skirt and the night has stolen my eyes.
The harp is left, but the wind has no fingers. When the cigarette is finished, happiness ends. The passing time, the falling ashes fall happily. The songbird and the woodpecker (allegorical poem) Kong Fei. Pests and diseases in the forest. The diseased trees are becoming more and more serious. The diseased trees are swaying in the wind. The woodpeckers are flying and shouting: "I'm coming, I'm coming -" What a loving voice and such a beautiful song that only the descendants of the warblers can sing. With such a beautiful singing voice, this fledgling woodpecker hid it from the doctor's father. He came from a family of doctors and had a first diagnosis, but he forgot to bring the surgical knife. The disease grew and spread in the skin of the diseased tree, but it could not be treated. The kindness in his ears was still there. The voice of "I'm coming, I'm coming." The voice is no longer pleasant and pleasant, and gradually becomes hoarse. The warbler gave him a beautiful singing voice, but it was ruined by him. What's the use of such a woodpecker? Listen to the singing and you can hear that there are no songs of warblers. The mothers of the warblers have raised the children of the woodpeckers. The children of the woodpeckers have learned the art of surviving as a woodpecker from their fathers. The warblers have paid the price in their children. Before he was born, he was dumped by the woodpecker's parents, so that he sang beautifully and was born in death. The forest is so beautiful. The woodpeckers saved the forest. In the "toot" sound of the woodpecker, did you hear the bloody cry of the warbler? Counterfeiters are indispensable in the world. There are also more unknown heroes in the world. They use all their body and mind to cultivate the descendants of the rebellious heroes. "A Trace of the Poetry Journey" · Birds of spring. Birds of spring, ah? Love sings in the green woods.
Your singing has the rhythm of spring. ? Your song praises the warmth of the sun.
Your song? Give the earth new hope. Spring bird, only you can sing the song of spring.
Your song awakens,? This melancholy hibernating forest, and hibernating soil... what are the spring birds? I love to hear the songs you sing. I would like to become a spring bird and fly all over the free, sunny and green woods with your songs at dawn.
"Crow" 1: Dressed in gray and black all the year round, not paying attention to the fact that even rural teachers are dressed in glamor these days. In fact, they are not stupid, but they are unwilling to join in the fun and say some sweet and auspicious words. They only want to be a good person. The conscientious poet attracts stones and curses all day long. "Crow" 2: He is so gray and black all year round and ignores the trend of these days when even rural teachers are dressed in glamor and claim to be conscientious poets.
6. What are the beautiful sentences that describe the chirping of birds?
"Birdsong Stream" Wang Wei
The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
"Into Ruoxie Creek" Wang Ji
The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird-singing mountain becomes more secluded.
"Xijiang Moon·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" by Xin Qiji (words)
The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, and the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
The moonrise scares the mountain birds,
In the spring stream, in this silent place, the fragrant osmanthus flowers gently fall to the ground. The quiet night makes the spring forest even more empty. The rising moon alarmed the mountain birds that were perching in the trees, and their clear calls echoed in the empty mountain stream. At sunset, the sky is full of crows and frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy
A short landscape poem "Birds Singing in the Stream": People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet in the spring sky. The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream
The cicada-noisy forest becomes quieter, and the bird-singing mountains become more secluded
The seasons change as migratory birds fly away,
The shore Thoughts are separated by the trees.
The whiteness of the reeds cannot be covered,
With tears in my eyes, I look at the birds heading south.
Playing Owls
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Qian Qi
The water chestnuts and vines gather together and disappear towards the reed flowers. I prefer the wind to turn over a few flakes of clear snow.
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Jianguo Cui Daorong
The white bird is perched on the waves, and it flies up when it sees someone lazy. To have the heart of seeking fish is not to love the river water.
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Zhu Que
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Jian Genre: Qi Ancient
God Magpie speaks well, and travelers will return to Dolly early. bribe.
I will repay you by planting a tree in the garden and making a nest for you
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Bird Clothes Alley
Author: Liu Yuxi
p>There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people
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Egret Du Mu
Snow-clad, snow-haired, green-jade mouthed, fishing in a group In the shadow of Erxi.
Flying away, the green mountains are reflected in the distance, and a pear tree falls in the evening breeze.
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〖Egret〗 Author: Li Bai
The egret flies under the autumn water, flying alone like falling frost. My mind is free and I haven't left yet, I am next to the independent sandbank. Hope this helps!
7. Sentences describing bird calls
"Duk, duk", the woodpecker is like a naughty doll, nodding at the forehead of the old tree grandpa.
A pair of mountain birds flying from the yard, with red beaks and small and exquisite bodies, kept shuttling in the cucumber rack all day long. There is a group of primulas not far away. They are flying over the bamboo forest, as if they are using their dance to tell the news of the coming spring breeze and rain to the bamboo forest that is longing for the spring breeze and rain.
Phoenix birds have gray feathers and short tails, and look like sparrows. The only difference is that they have long, curved and sharp beaks. A thrush wearing colorful and gorgeous clothes was chirping on the branch. Birds are singing, flowers are falling, birds are singing, heart-shaped birds are scattering, fish are falling, birds are entering cages, birds are poor, birds are replaced by birds, guns are replaced by cannons, bird-faced birds are crying, apes are crying, and birds are crying. The fish are scattered, the birds are frightened, the fish are frightened, the fish are frightened, the fish are frightened, the birds are frightened, the rats are scurrying, the birds are collecting scales, the birds are tracking worms, the silk birds are frightening, the rats are scurrying, the leather feathers are flying, the birds are in danger, the nests are in danger, the birds are laying low on the beasts, the poor birds are burning the fish, the birds are rotting, the birds are hiding in their bows, the birds are in the way, and the sheep intestines are dried. Birds perch, eggs, covered birds, flying cages, bird cages, bird sills, ape cages, bird ponds, fishes in tired birds, birds still frightened, flowers fragrant, birds chirping, chilling cicadas, stiff birds, turtles, birds traces, swan-shaped bird faces, flying birds, clinging to people's pond, fish cage, bird Chen Jihe, police officer Lu Nan Guoshang Biao Moving, the cranes in the Donggao wild area are heard.
The stream is temporarily cold with pines, and the drops of dew and grass are still startling. If you want to fly high, you will hear about love.
The algae is spread in the wind, and there is a clear sound under the moon. If you don't pretend to support yourself, how can you know that your wings are light?
My Lord is prescribing Taiye, and I would like to receive the Emperor’s Ming.
The sparrows of childhood are becoming increasingly rare. In the environment in which we live, sparrows are the only birds that have been close to humans for a long time and are closest to us regardless of the four seasons. They like to live in groups and once spread all over the countryside and cities. Their Sounds and footprints accompany us in our daily lives, living together with us and living endlessly. Sparrows mainly feed on seeds of crops and weeds, and also prey on small insects. We call them "thieves from home" in our dialect. There are so many sparrows that people regard them as the "four pests". Indeed, sparrows harm crops. In summer and autumn, the scarecrows floating in the rice fields were erected by farmers to scare the sparrows. But after all, sparrows do less harm than good to humans. An indispensable part of our ecosystem. With the use of pesticides and insecticides in the process of agricultural modernization, as well as indiscriminate hunting and killing by humans, the living space of sparrows has continued to shrink, and sparrows have slowly disappeared from our sight. Disappeared. In my memory, the lazy sleep of childhood summer mornings was always interrupted by the quarrels of sparrows. Every day, the morning light was slightly white, and the diligent sparrows had already gotten up, chatting with their friends on the dense and tall poplar trees, and doing activities. Waist wings. Stretch out your singing voice and start a happy day. The chirping sounds of joy echo through the quiet mountain town, and the smoke from the roofs of every household also disperses. The sparrows call us to start a new day. So, all day long, everywhere It is the active figures and random songs of sparrows. At dusk, the sparrows will gather around the house again, noisy. It seems that they are holding a summary meeting together to communicate about the day's life. After that, they both return to their nests, and the dusk gradually becomes darker. It was surprisingly quiet at this time. Sparrows accompanied the childhood of our rural children. At that time, a must-have toy for every child was a slingshot. I was also wearing a green jacket with pockets, and there was a slingshot in one pocket. The pocket on the other side contains small pebbles for bullets. I shuttle under the poplar trees all day long, aiming and shooting at the branches, wires, roof ridges and sparrows staying on the piles of wood. Because of the level problem, throughout my childhood, only I hit a sparrow once. The unlucky sparrow fell from the branch after being hit, but it only staggered for a moment before flying into the depths of the sunset and disappearing. For this small achievement, I asked my companions We talked about it many times, and every time we expressed regret. Sparrows are our local indigenous residents, and they always guard this traditional land with us. Other migratory birds abandon their homes here in late autumn. They flew to the warm south to avoid the cold. Only sparrows persisted in the severe cold in their hometown. In winter, with white snow and silver, the sparrows lost many places to forage and play, so they flocked to the country roads and villages. They are active in the yard. They fly in groups and pick up edible things. We often see them competing with chickens and dogs for food. I once swept away a piece of snow on the snow, set up a sieve, and put grain as a lure. I planned to catch a few as pets. I also captured a few, but they all ran away when I grabbed them out of the sieve. Today, I am really pleased with the level of bird hunting in my childhood. Because, I This has not harmed the sparrows. The fresh air in the countryside, the natural field scenery and simple villages in the countryside are still there. However, the sparrows in the countryside are hard to find. The countryside has become lonely due to the lack of the noise of the sparrows, and has lost a kind of nature. Voice. We have many things that we did not have before, but we are losing a lot of the beauty we once had. This is our helplessness. Can the sparrows return home? I miss them. The life of the little sparrow Lin Chuanxiu Characters: little sparrow, little sparrow friends, the king in the palace and the soldiers talking to the teachers in the elementary school, the children playing on the grassland, the gangsters fighting in the streets, Chen Shanshan, the doctor at the veterinary center: the parents of the little sparrow