1. What are the poems about partridges?
What are the poems about partridges? 1. What are the poems about partridges?
From Song Gong Opera with Xie Yuzhang Ma Tai sent Kong Ling Cao Ye
The green trees were gone and the clouds were dim, and the new wind came from the west.
The beautiful woman recalls the landscape and places wine on the high platform.
There is no need to ask about the running water. The sun has already set in the west.
I urge you to return quickly, just in time for the partridges to crow.
Heavenly Fairy Huangfu Pine
The flowers bloom red and illuminate the water, and partridges fly around the green mountains. Pedestrians return home from time to time, thousands of miles apart, leaning on each other. The gods should be upset.
Huanxi Sand Li Jing
The clouds are flying against the water under the pressure of the wind, and the swallows in the pond are fighting for mud in the clear pond. Shen Lang was very sick and couldn't bear to wear clothes.
There is no word from the swan geese on the sand, and there are partridges crowing from time to time among the bamboos. Only falling flowers know this feeling.
Geng Liuzi Li Yu
The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is far away. The geese are frightened, the crows are rising in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen.
The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion. The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn't know.
Treading Lyrics Liu Yuxi
The moon rises over the spring river and the embankment is flat,
The girls on the embankment walk hand in hand.
Sing all the new words and be happy not to see each other,
The red window reflects the sound of partridges in the trees.
Bodhisattva Man Wen Tingyun
The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to reach the fragrant snow on the cheeks. Too lazy to draw eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up.
Looking at flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. The new post is embroidered with Luo Ru and both have golden partridges.
Song of the Xiangjiang River by Zhang Ji
The Xiang River is tideless and wide in autumn, and the moon sets in the middle of Hunan.
Send people hair, send people home, partridges fly among the white apples.
Bodhisattva Man Xin Qiji
Under the clear river water of Yugu Terrace, many passers-by shed tears in the middle. Looking northwest to Chang'an, one can see countless mountains.
The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. When Jiang was feeling sad at night, he heard partridges deep in the mountains.
2. Ancient poems about partridges
Xiangjiang Song, Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ji
There is no tide in the Xiang River, the autumn water is wide, and the moon sets in the middle of Hunan. Send people hair, send people home, partridges fly among the white apples.
Hearing Partridges, Qing Dynasty, You Dong
The sun sets in the west amidst the sound of partridges, and the heads of soldiers on the road are lowered. The mountains and mountains are all over the place and I can’t walk, so I cry to my heart’s content for whom I have toiled so hard.
Looking at the Ancients in Yue Zhong, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai
King Gou Jian of Yue defeated the return of Wu, and the righteous men returned home with all their glory. The palace maids filled the golden palace like flowers, but now only partridges are flying.
Partridge, Tang Dynasty, Zhenggu
Warm play, smoke, Wu, brocade and wings, the quality should be close to that of pheasants. The green grass passes by the lake in the dusk of rain, and the flowers fall and sing in the Huangling Temple.
When a wanderer first hears that Zheng’s sleeves are wet, a beautiful woman sings with her green eyebrows low. The Xiangjiang River is broad and the bitter bamboo clumps are deep, and the sun faces the west.
Hearing Partridges at Jiuzipo, Tang Dynasty, Li Qunyu
The setting sun illuminates the vast autumn grass, and the partridges crow far away. As we were walking through the rugged road, we heard the sound of hooks and hooks.
The rain on the deep bank of the Guijiang River also blocked the return journey at Meiling. At this time, your heart is broken, and begging for mercy tonight will be in vain.
3. Ancient poems about partridges
He and Xie Yuzhang sent Kong Ling and Cao Ye from Song Gong's horse stage. The green trees were dim and the clouds were dim, and the new wind came from the west.
The beautiful woman recalls the landscape and places wine on the high platform. There is no need to ask about the running water. The sun has already set in the west.
I urge you to return quickly, just in time for the partridges to crow. Tianxianzi Huangfu Pine. The flowers bloom red and illuminate the water. Partridges fly around the green mountains.
Pedestrians return home from time to time, thousands of miles apart, leaning on each other. The gods should be upset.
Huanxi Sand by Li Jing The clouds are flying against the water due to light wind pressure, and the swallows are fighting for mud in the clear pond. Shen Lang was very sick and couldn't bear to wear clothes.
There is no word from the swan geese on the sand, and there are partridges crowing from time to time among the bamboos. Only falling flowers know this feeling.
Geng Lezi Li Yu The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is heard far away. The geese are frightened, the crows are rising in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen.
The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion. The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn't know.
Treading Lyrics Liu Yuxi The moon rises over the spring river and the embankment is flat, and the girls on the embankment are walking hand in hand. After singing all the new words, I am happy to see you, and the partridges sing in the trees reflected in the red window.
Bodhisattva Man Wen Tingyun The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to cover the fragrant snow on the cheeks. Too lazy to draw eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up.
Looking at flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. The new post is embroidered with Luo Ru and both have golden partridges.
Song of the Xiangjiang River by Zhang Ji The Xiangshui River is wide in autumn when there is no tide, and the moon sets in the middle of Hunan. Send people hair, send people home, partridges fly among the white apples.
Bodhisattva Man Xin Qiji The clear river water under Yugu Terrace, many pedestrians in the middle are crying. Looking northwest to Chang'an, one can see countless mountains.
The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. When Jiang was feeling sad at night, he heard partridges deep in the mountains.
4. Verses related to partridges
The partridge Zheng Gu Nuan plays with the smoke and Wu Jin Yiqi, and the quality deserves to be close to the pheasant.
The green grass passes by the lake in the dusk of rain, and the flowers fall and sing in the Huangling Temple. When a wanderer first hears that his sleeves are wet, a beautiful woman will sing with her green eyebrows low.
The Xiangjiang River is broad and the bitter bamboo groves are deep and the sun faces the west.
Translation: Partridges were playing in the warm, smoky wasteland, their colorful feathers so neatly arranged; looking at their behavior, they were similar to the usually lively pheasants.
When the sky is gloomy and the rain is dripping, I pass by the green grassland on the southeast side of Baqiu Lake and Dongting Lake. The petals of Huangling Temple are falling, and I can only hear the cries of partridges. As soon as the guest in a foreign land heard the call, he couldn't help but raise his arms and let his tears wet his sleeves. As soon as the beautiful woman heard the call, she opened her mouth to sing a song full of lovesickness, but it was no more melodious than the partridge's singing voice. , his bluish-black eyebrows drooped sadly.
The cries of partridges are heard one after another on the broad Xiangjiang River, blending the feelings of people who are in the same unfortunate situation. Partridges are looking for a warm nest deep in the dense bamboo forest. The sunset is about to set, bringing sadness. of bitterness. Looking at the Ancients in Yue Zhong Li Bai The king of Yue, Gou Jian, defeated Wu Gui.
A righteous man returns home in full glory. The palace maids filled the spring palace like flowers.
Only partridges are flying now. Guilin Road by Li Shangyin The ground is warm without autumn colors, but the river is clear with twilight.
There are cicadas chirping in the spare time, still leaning on the guests. The village dogs protect each other, and the Shaping monk returns home alone.
Looking northwest, I saw partridges flying again. General Xikang visits Liu Yuxi. Living in exile is as sad and lonely as a secluded dwelling, with a hundred grasses at the door and a low thatched cottage.
The general who was hunting at night suddenly visited me, and the partridges started to cry around the fence. Yuezhong Du Mu The flowers in Shicheng are warm and the partridges are flying. The spring sails are sailing for guests but they never return in autumn.
The man's heart is like a stone to protect himself, and the silk shuttle weaves cold clothes night after night. Jade Fairy Pavilion Zhang Ji Changxi's new rain color is like mud, and the wild water is clouded to the west.
As Chu Ke Tian travels farther and farther south, partridges are singing in the mountains and trees. The singer at the banquet is Zheng Gu. The flower moon tower is near Jiuqu, and he pours a golden pot with a clear song.
There are also guests from the south of the Yangtze River in the audience, so don’t sing partridges to the spring breeze. He and Xie Yuzhang sent Kong Ling off from Song Gong's horse stage.
The beautiful woman recalls the landscape and places wine on the high platform. There is no need to ask about the running water. The sun has already set in the west.
I urge you to return quickly, just in time for the partridges to crow. Huanxi Sha Li Jing The light clouds are flying against the water under the pressure of the wind, and the swallows are fighting for mud in the clear pool.
Shen Lang was very sick. There is no sign of swan geese on the sand, but there are partridges calling from time to time among the bamboos.
Only Luo Hua knows this feeling. Geng Lezi Li Yu The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is heard far away.
The wild geese are frightened, the crows rise in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen. The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion.
The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn’t know. Step Lyrics Liu Yuxi The moon rises over the spring river and the embankment is flat, and the girls on the embankment are walking hand in hand.
After singing all the new words, I am happy to see them disappear. The red window reflects the sound of the partridges in the trees. Bodhisattva Man Wen Tingyun The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to cover the fragrant snow on the cheeks.
Too lazy to draw eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up. Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other.
The new post is embroidered with Luo Ru and both have golden partridges. Huanxi Sha Su Shi The wind pressure makes the light clouds fly against the water.
Swallows compete in the mud in Zhaqingchi Hall. Shen Lang was very sick and couldn't bear to wear clothes.
I don’t hear the swan geese on the sand, but I hear the cries of partridges among the bamboos. Only falling flowers know this feeling.
Song of the Xiangjiang River by Zhang Ji The Xiangshui River is wide in autumn when there is no tide, and the moon sets in the middle of Hunan. Send people hair, send people home, partridges fly among the white apples.
Bodhisattva Man Xin Qiji The clear river water under Yugu Terrace, many pedestrians in the middle are crying. Looking northwest to Chang'an, one can see countless mountains.
The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. When Jiang was feeling sad at night, he heard partridges deep in the mountains.
Dream of Yangzhou, Qinguan, the evening clouds gather. It's Liutang, and the misty rain is beginning to stop.
The swallows have not returned, and the sadness is as cold as autumn. Outside the small lantern, the east wind is soft, the embroidered curtains are transparent, and the nectar is thick and fragrant.
Far to the south of the Yangtze River, wherever there are people, the crow of partridges breaks the sorrow of spring. Chang Ji once accompanied Yan You.
The beautiful dance and clear songs are performed, and the beautiful brocade is wrapped around the head. The wine is like a flower, but it has been kept for ten years because of who flooded it.
Returning home late with drunken whip blowing against my face, I looked at the green building and the curtains were rolled with golden hooks. Good meetings are blocked, separation and love are in chaos, and I often dream of Yangzhou.
Ruan Lang returns and Xin Qiji winds and rains in front of the mountain at dusk. Snow comes and goes on the mountains.
The sound of partridges can be heard in several villages. Meeting an old friend in Xiaoxiang.
Waving the feather fan and arranging the silk scarf. Young Kurama Chen.
Now the haggard soul is summoned. Too many Confucian crowns lead to misunderstandings.