The ancient poems describing birds are as follows:
1. Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky. ——Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
2. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
3. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"
4. The green birds on the river are more than white, and the blue flowers on the mountains are about to burn. ——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"
5. The flowers splash with tears when I feel the time, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. ——Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
6. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? The flowers and birds in the Qin Dynasty have already responded, and the wind and sand outside the Great Wall are still cold. ——Wang Han's "Two Poems from Liangzhou"
7. Willows crow in the courtyard at dusk, remember that person, and pear blossoms break with the moon. ——Chen Liang's "Poppy: Light Clouds Swinging in the East Wind"
8. Birds startling the mountains when the moon rises, sing in the spring streams. ——Wang Wei's "Birds' Song"
9. All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. ——Li Bai "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"
10. The mud melts and the swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep. ——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"
11. The scenery is different when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Proud Autumn"
12. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, but the bluebirds are diligent in visiting. ——Li Shangyin "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
13. Three cups and two covers of light wine, how can I defeat him when he comes late and the wind blows! The geese are passing by, and we are sad, but we know each other day by day. ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound·Xun Xun Mi Mi"
14. The mountain atmosphere is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. ——Tao Yuanming, "Drinking·Fifth"
15. If there is no hatred in your eyes, you don't believe that there are white heads in the world.
——Xin Qiji's "Crane Sky, Jackdaws Are Sad in the Evening"