5 classic poems about butterflies 1. Poems about butterflies
1.
Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside, Part VI
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Huang Siniang's family was full of flowers, and thousands of flowers were low.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the charming warblers just crow.
The roadside around Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers have bent the branches. Butterflies are reluctant to hover and fly among the flowers, and the free little Oriole keeps singing among the flowers.
2.
Xugong Store in Suxin City
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The hedges are sparse all the way, and the flowers on the tree heads are not shaded.
Children hurried after Huang Die, flying into cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the trees are falling, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable flowers and could not be found again.
3. Jinse
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever? Has come and gone before I knew.
translation: Thurben has 25 strings, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin's wife, so 5 strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that beautiful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he just yearns for the free butterfly. Wang Di's beautiful heart and deeds can touch Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only at that time can Lantian in another place produce jade like smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only be left in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4.
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is rare.
no one has ever crossed the long hedge, but dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Translation: A plum tree turns golden, and the apricot grows bigger and bigger; Buckwheat flowers are white, while 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 the Thing
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Emperors attached importance to Qingming, and people were worried.
the sound of cars on the road is green.
flowers and grass are blooming together, and the warbler flies and the butterfly plays a double role.
sitting in an empty hall reminisces, drinking tea and chatting instead of getting drunk.
The annual Qingming Festival in Beijing makes people feel sad and miss. The sound of carriages is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Grass grows in bloom, birds fly and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, I recalled the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.
2. Classic sentences about butterflies
The most classic sentence is-butterflies can't fly across the sea! ~ It's also good to write a composition according to the lyrics. I used to use this trick all the time. The topic can also be called Butterfly in the Sea. If you don't want to write love, you can turn it into persistence in something, which can be said to be an idea. Good sentence: If there is no sincere waiting on the other side, the butterfly will never fly across the sea.
If there are my unforgettable thoughts on the other shore and your persistent waiting, I will try to fly across the sea even if I am exhausted and even if the fragrance disappears ... "Farewell! Moved and cheered for the earth to have this butterfly! I wish you were a butterfly, coming and going quickly. Give me a pair of hands and depend on you.
give me a pair of eyes to see you leave. Just like a butterfly can't fly across the sea, there is no one.
because we can't blame each other any more. Because we can't fly across the sea either.
the lips haven't opened yet, and they have hurt each other. You don't want to look forward to an appointment until it is fixed.
the phone hasn't hung up yet, and the feelings have rotted. I wish you were a butterfly, coming and going quickly.
give me a pair of hands and depend on you. Give me a pair of eyes to see you leave.
just like a butterfly can't fly across the sea, no one has the heart to blame it. Give me a moment to love you.
give me a lifetime and send you away. Before dawn, the dream wakes up and we are all free.
-Faye Wong's song Tiger Hu-What's wrong with butterfly's consensual happiness? Unreasonable barriers are more cruel than kidnapping. How many innocent lovers have been harmed by the common customs? There are so many helpless clouds in the world. The road to marriage has long been planned in my heart. His life has ended and he has paid for love. The sky is dazzling, and it is a beautiful blueprint for life. Even if it is just a tree, it is hateful to stay in a free country. Why love is worse than interacting with spiders? Liang Zhu, a song that has been passed down through the ages, is your weeping pain. What's wrong with consensual happiness? Unreasonable barriers are more cruel than kidnapping. How many innocent people have been hurt by the common customs? Lovers can't be attached to the world. There are so many helpless and dark clouds gathering on the road to marriage. I have already thought about the destination in my heart and paid for love. His life has ended and turned into a butterfly flying. The sky is dazzling, and it is a beautiful blueprint for life. Even if it is just a free country. Why bother to be attached to a tree when it's hateful? It's better to be attached to a spider. Liang Zhu's song has been passed down through the ages. It's your weeping pain that turns into butterflies flying. The sky is brilliant and dazzling. It's a beautiful blueprint for life. Even if it's just a tree, it's better to be attached to a spider. It's better to be attached to a spider. Liu Yun, Li He Ting Zhou, Bai Ping Cao, Liu Yun rode home. Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.
the wine glass is full of dew, and the jade is rich and smooth. Zhu Lou is connected with the water, and the sand warms a Pisces.
The Bodhisattva Man Nalanxing De Chunyun blows away the rain from the curtain and sticks to the butterfly. People still live in the middle building of the Jade Building, where the wind blows on all sides, willow leaves and tobacco leaves are wrapped in a colorful cage, and Wasiu is near a small and dry place, and the sunset is infinite. There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills of Gao Zhu, and the Qingming Festival is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
at sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave, and at night, his children smile at the lamp. Enjoy your wine and get intoxicated as long as you have your days, Not a single drop you could taste after your life in the graves.
When the South Garden of Zui Taoyuan is in the middle of spring, the wind and the smell of Ma Si. Green plums are like beans and willows and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.
dew is heavy, grass smoke is low, and people's curtains hang down. Swing careless trapped Luo Yi, painted beam Shuang Yan return.
Jinse Li Shangyin I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun. It's worth remembering, has come and gone before I knew.
Yu Meiren Yan Jidao's jade flute blows all over the fireworks road, and Xiao Xie has been there for years. It is also annoying to teach who to draw distant eyebrows.
Time goes by. Every year is good, and autumn sounds early on the leaves. Poor butterflies are easy to fly apart, and only apricot beams and double swallows come back every time.
Nine machines were unknown in the Southern Song Dynasty, and all of them were playing with flowers. There are even two butterflies among the flowers. When the shuttle stops, they spend a lot of time alone in the window shadow.
Butterfly Lovers [1] It's dawn in spring in Duan Keji, butterflies fly in pairs, and flowers bloom in the warm sun. The bottom of the flower is still singing, and the prostitutes are urging the spring to grow old again.
There are few residual red branches, and the flying catkins are ruthless, which makes people even more annoyed. The old man alone has ice and snow exercises, and no one knows that spring is coming quietly.
the river is shallow in spring and full of resentment. Cover the double ring, slightly rain flowers.
if you are idle, you will burst into tears when you are silent. Declining, fragrant sales light dreams.
lean on the screen and think about the past. None of them, empty words for acacia.
back then, weeping willows. Flowers, butterflies all over the court.
3. Poems with butterflies
Poems about Qiu Die
Qiu Die Bai Juyi
Autumn flowers are purple, and Qiu Die Huang Rong Rong Rong.
flowers are low, butterflies are new and small, and flying plays are everywhere.
when the cool breeze comes at dusk, flowers are falling.
it's cold at night, and butterflies are dead in the bushes.
both the morning and the evening are dead, and the different types of qi follow each other.
if you don't see a thousand-year-old crane, you will live in many places.
Qiu Die's two poems Luo Ye
When the flowers in the Qin building are released, the Qin women laugh with each other.
on autumn day, who do you want to ask?
it seems to be a cold chrysanthemum, and it takes up the late sun.
If a sad person sees this, he should shed a thousand tears.
Qiu Die Li Fangjing
What does a butterfly know? It's still flying in autumn.
it's better to pity the canal and save things than to make spring glow.
Exposing leaves is not what it used to be, and the frost industry can be relied on.
There aren't many chrysanthemums on the hedge, so I'm going to send the rest to the Philippines.
Four Poems by Cui Yi
I am as fond of Qiu Die as I am, and I regret this life.
I'm often ashamed to come and kiss my cane when I'm old, but I don't think flowers are as light as butterflies.
Qiu Die
went out when it flew near the plain frost, and the red leaves were melodious.
where the flower heart never stops, there is a shortage of flowers and trees in Qiu Die.
Qiu Die Song Yao
Let's have a heart of flowers, and the butterflies in the empty garden are tiny.
although it's already cool, it's still a romantic flight.
dew chrysanthemum can be picked, and cymbidium can be relied on.
Lu Shuang is afraid from now on, so you will decide where to go.
Qiu Die
wants to rest but flies, and the leaves of hibiscus fall in love with autumn.
I know that my wings are muddy and sold out, and I am ashamed to honor the former dancer's clothes.
Qiu Die Yuanqu
There are several lonely geese mourning and several faint crows. Osmanthus fragrans fell with the rain, and the leaves of the trees withered with frost. Garden depression, scattered hibiscus calyx, see a jade Hu Die charming posture. If you can't describe elegance and elegance, the painting will be light and thin.
looking at the wild in the late sunny day
At first sunny day, the guests are worried, and the full meal depends on the double leaves. There are no lonely birds in the sky, and the evening glow in the flat sand. There are people and trees, and the mountain temple suddenly returns to the clouds. Love the new autumn butterfly, and wear a coat with the wind.
On the New Year's Eve of the Mountain Building
I was dressed in Qiu Die with cold flowers, and I spent 3 days in the valley snake. Before drinking wine, everyone is a guest, and I will return home temporarily in my dream. Drops of residual noon leak the annual rain, welcoming the spring breeze in the middle of the night. Silent and restless, listening to the noisy woodcrow outside the window.
It's the ninth day.
It's refreshing to report to Chu Qing at dawn, and Yunyixu receives the tree lightly. The fallen leaves cut poems into Qiu Die, and the short fence drags the staff to crow at noon. When one peak enters the house, the green light is good, and Wan Li takes the stage in vain. Don't ask again when the eyes are different, and the geese are all over the sky.
After the drought, Chen Kou became Yang Wanli again.
He felt sorry for Qiu Die's untimely birth, only because of the sound of night flies.
I don't think the world is wide around my eyes, but I use articles behind me.
Last autumn and this summer, droughts followed, and the Huai River was still boiling.
if you are hungry, you won't worry about death. This year, officials will be exempted from making peace.
On August 29th, it rained heavily and played in the Quran Square.
You can't get out of the accumulated rain, and there is no salt for five days.
If you have rain gear, who will you sue when you go out?
this morning brings you back to the morning, and the bright window leaks the sunny sunrise.
I have an ancient orchid, and I can use a tile to support it.
Qiu Die is the only one who knows nothing in the world.
the purple spikes are dense and the snow is dense.
the fragrance of the country hits the sleeves, so you can sit still and enjoy yourself.
micro-chanting Han Zikai, Long song Xiang Lei's ci.
you can't spare time, but you forget to adjust your hunger when you talk enough.
and Wu Zi, vice-officers, know that Haizhai
should provide Three Lai with a car, so it's a waste of time to get out of the way.
breaking the summer is good for the wind to make the country happy, and the new sentence of dust removal dissipates the afterglow.
the monk's hands are sweaty, and there are piles of red flowers.
the guest house is not ripe, and the autumn butterfly dreams of the south China.
Yan Guixiang Zheng Shunju plays a pen instead of Cambodia.
Heavenly aromatherapy reveals the cold gold and blows the goose yellow and the Han forehead deeply.
Thanks to the west wind, I woke up a dream and followed Qiu Die to the sparse forest.
Li Shangyin, who was ill
Xu Jing was still in exile, and An Ren resumed his mourning.
it's a disease to talk about, so when can I avoid special prescriptions?
Qiu Die is beautiful for no reason, but cold flowers are only temporary.
Affectionate true life is thin, and it is easy to be ileum.
and Hu Ling's "xianggong" saw Huang Bai's second chrysanthemum on the 9th. Liu Yuxi
The plain calyx welcomed the cold, and Jin Ying showed the fragrance.
Prosperity shines brightly, while Rong Sheng is silvery yellow.
the jade and the jade are shining, and the clothes are decorated with colorful badges.
The clear clouds are far away, and Qiu Die is near melodious.
if you dream of nine days, why accompany you?
there are beautiful flowers, but I'm not willing to be severely frosted.
In late autumn, people in Fenghe Changshe sent a letter to Xu Xueer's assistant minister Sikong Shu
Aiai Phoenix Palace and Lantai Jade Department.
night frost condenses tree feathers, and the morning sun takes photos.
the official attached to three expensive, Confucianism opened a hundred schools.
the secretary told Chen Yu-ming, and the assistant told Fa Yaocong.
in the green part of the incense roll, lead is divided into green characters.
Affix sign from Taishi, and I will pay tribute to the public.
The pond is connected with Tian Quan Bi, and the forest is connected with Royal Fruit Red.
the cold turtle climbs the old leaf, and the autumn butterfly falls in love with the sparse bush.
Yan Xie Zheng Wen is in harmony with Zhong Pei.
It's a pity for Jiang Feng to be surprised by being away from the crowd.
the land is far away from Suzhou, and the longer the mountain is, the farther east it is.
it's hard to play the next song after being a philosopher.
Qian Qi was filled by Wang Wei in the Maozi period.
People in the mountains have disappeared, but the clouds have gone through the sunset.
there are few cold fish in shallow wrasse, but there are many butterflies in cong LAN Qiu.
old people are aloof from the world, quiet and cheerful.
a man who knows his way through wine is a wise man.
4. The classic poem praising the butterfly
The most famous one is this one:
Jinse
Li Shangyin
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever? Has come and gone before I knew.
Butterflies are in full bloom (Tang Dynasty)
Where the back is full of red, the fragrance is as heavy as the threshold. Flying separately, I will meet you in teams.
prevent birds from far away, and rush to avoid bees. Peach leads back and forth, and blue leads from each other.
Cui Mao Dan has a cold heart and thick fragrant powder wings. You can find the shadows through the trees, but you can't find the flowers.
the evening is still urgent, and the spring dance is not careless. West Wind Old Pool Pavilion, you still have to pick hibiscus.
Cui Tu (Tang), a spring evening, thanked the two heartless people and sent the east wind across Chuncheng.
Wan Li is the butterfly's dream home, and the azalea branch is in the third night of last month.
5. Poems about butterflies
1. a song of changgan by Tang Li Bai
excerpts from the original text:
hidden under moss too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind added fallen leaves.
and now, in the Eighth-month, yellowing butterflies, hover, two by two, in our west-garden grasses.
Interpretation:
The green moss is too thick to clean, leaves fall, and autumn comes early. In August, yellow butterflies fly, and both fly to the grass in the West Garden.
2.
excerpts from
Rain Sunny by Tang Wang Jia:
Flowers in the flowers were first seen before the rain, but there were no flowers in the leaves after the rain.
the butterfly flies over the wall, but it is suspected that spring scenery is next door.
Definition:
Before the rain, flowers can be seen at first bloom, but after the rain, there are no more flowers among the green leaves. Bees and butterflies have flown to the other side of the wall, still suspecting that spring scenery is in the neighbor's yard.
3. Tang Du Fu's "Two Poems of Qujiang"
Original excerpt:
I can see butterflies in flowers deeply, and dragonflies fly slowly with water.
the scenery of the message is flowing, and it is against the reward for the time being.
Interpretation:
But I saw butterflies moving back and forth in the depths of the flowers, dragonflies flying leisurely on the water, and tapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang, let me stay with Chunguang, although it is a temporary reward, don't violate it!
4. excerpts from Tang Huang Chao's
The original text:
The rustling west wind is planted all over the courtyard, but the cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I am Qing Di in the next year, I will report it to Peach Blossom.
definition: