1. Poems about morning birds
Poems about morning birds 1. Poems about birds
1. The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing every time In the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream")
2. Thousands of mountains have lost their birds, and thousands of people have disappeared. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
3. I feel the flowers splashing with tears, and hate the other birds. (Du Fu: "Looking at Spring")
4. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
5. There are clouds in the chest, and the birds are returning from the canthus. (Du Fu: "Looking at the Mountains")
6. The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking")
7. The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people. (Chang Jian: "Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple")
8. All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain")
9. The bird stayed in the tree by the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao: "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion")
10. The noisy cicada forest is more quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded. (Wang Ji: "Entering Ruoye Stream")
I can't help but the flowers fall away, and it seems that the familiar swallows are coming back.
The peacock flies southeast, wandering for five miles.
Flowers bloom on the miscellaneous trees, and orioles fly on the grass.
The orioles cry thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers in the water village are blown by the wind.
The geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. -Li Qingzhao>
When the wild geese return, the moon is full on the west tower.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons. -Li Qingzhao>
The flowers shed tears when I feel the time, and I hate the other birds.
A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky. - Li Shangyin
The yellow crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds Thousands of years of empty space.
The fragrant grass is desolate on the Parrot Island.
The birds are gone, and the good bows are hidden.
The tearful eyes ask the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers fly by. Go away on the swing.
Zhuang Sheng is fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looks forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted with cuckoos. - Li Shangyin>
Parrots can speak and are inseparable from birds.
2. About morning
1. "Early Departure from Baidi City" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Bai Di's speech in the colorful clouds said that thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day.
Translation: In the early morning, when the sky is full of morning glow, I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see Baidi City surrounded by colorful clouds, as if it were among the clouds. The scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, which is thousands of miles away, has been reached in one day.
2. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned for their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.
Translation: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden plank bridge is covered with early spring frost.
3. "Early Rising" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty
The morning light shines brightly on the house, and the door is opened and a drum sounds. A dog sleeps on the steps and knows the ground is wet; a bird stands by the window and whispers that the sky is clear.
Translation: The morning light is shining, the house is bright, and the morning drum is beginning to beat. The puppy was sleeping on the steps until the ground became damp, and the birds were chirping in front of the window as if to report the clear weather.
4. "Early Journey" by Chen Yuyi, Song Dynasty
The dew invades the camel, the dawn is light and the cold is light, and the stars are particularly bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass and insects chirping deep in the rice fields.
Translation: The dew is falling, and I still feel the slightest chill even though I am wearing a thick sweater; looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is looking very bright across the sky. Alone, I crossed a small bridge half awake and half asleep, and heard the chirping of insects deep in the rice fields.
5. "Early Departure" Luo Ye, Tang Dynasty
Lu woke up after a little light and left with his lone sword. I am worried about watching the flying snow and hearing the singing of chickens, and flying geese on my back alone in the sky.
Translation: The light was dim and almost extinguished. I woke up from the wine and prepared to leave with my lone sword on my back. Looking melancholy at the white snow flying all over the sky, listening to the roosters crowing at the farmhouse, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.
3. A collection of poems describing 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 are 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 by 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 permanent construction of the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple
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
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people 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's "Song under the Sai"
Poems with the word "bird"
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. ——Yan Shu, Song Dynasty, "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 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, "Regrets of the Spring Palace"
4. What are the poems about birds
Ancient poems about birds
Egret Du Mu
< p> Snow-clad and snow-haired green jade bead,A group of fishermen are fishing in the shadow of the stream.
Flying far away, reflecting the green mountains,
A pear tree fell in the morning wind.
Quatrains by Du Fu
Two orioles sing in the green willows
A row of egrets ascend to the blue sky
The window contains thousands of autumn snows in the Xiling Mountains
The Dongwu Wanli Ship is moored at the door
Goose and goose
Songs with bent necks to the sky
White hair floats on the green water
Anthurium stirs the clear waves
Xijiang Moon·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road
Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are 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.
Spring trip to Qiantang Lake
Bai Juyi
North of Gushan Temple and 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 wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, 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 poplar trees.
The next song of Sai
Lu Lun
The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and Shan Yu escapes in the night.
In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife.
5. Complete poems about birds
Birdsong Stream
Wang Wei
When people are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet in the spring sky. .
The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Painting
Wang Wei
From a distance, the mountains are colored, but from a distance, Looking at the water is silent.
Spring has gone and the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come.
Ti Poshan Temple back Zen courtyard
Chang Jian
Entering the ancient temple in the early morning, the first sunlight shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.
The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty and empty of people's hearts.
Everything is silent, except for the sound of bells and bells.
Jiang Xue
Liu Zongyuan
The birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and the traces of people in thousands of lands have disappeared.
A lone man with a coir raincoat fishing in a cold river in the snow.
The Green Bird
Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty
The sky is long, the water is far, the net is thin, and the net is sparse. Wearing lots of emerald green clothes.
There are many harmful things for children, so I advise you not to fly near the city.
Tung Flowers and Birds
Tang Kopeng
The five-color sweater is smaller than a phoenix chick, and there is nothing in the deep flowers.
The beauty buys it with pity, and moves to the golden hairpin that weighs a few baht.
Singing Birds
Li Yifu of Tang Dynasty
The sun is shining brightly, and the harp is singing at night.
There are so many trees in the forest that I don’t need a branch to rest on.
Smell the Moxa< /p>
Tang and Liang Dynasties
A hundred tongues hear about other counties, and they are charming and beautiful.
A leaf is hidden in the shape, and thousands of flowers bloom.
When you are in love, you can sit in bed, hide or park your car.
There is no need to feel alone, I have left home for three years.
Bathing Birds
Tang Lu Zhaolin
Dancing alone on the rock, flying in groups on the light waves.
In front of the green sand, standing on the white clouds.
Paying tribute to the Moxa
< p> Tang YanyiThis bird is light and has few homotopics, and I am full of doubts.
The river announces the dawn before the stars have gone out, and the willows are still clinging to the snow to welcome the spring.
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I often suspect that the swallow's nest is difficult to locate, but I am surprised that the warbler's words are not true.
Don't rely on the spring breeze to be troubled, and there are still Yan Mian people in the Jade Tower.
Listen to a hundred tongues Birds
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The grass outside Shanglan Gate is luxuriant, and they are perched among the flowers in Weiyang Palace.
There are also birds that follow each other through the imperial garden, and I don’t know if they are facing Jin. Embankment.
The beginning of spring means thousands of words. Hundreds of birds can sing before dawn.
Thousands of households and thousands of doors should wake up to dawn. Why listen to the roosters when establishing a charter?
Smell the Spring Birds
Tangweizhuang
The clear clouds and spring birds fill the village, still like the old days of Chang'an.
The red apricot blossoms bloom in front of the village Laugh at me, I am haggard now and I am ashamed of you.
Two Mouse Poems
Tang Wuze
When thousands of sorrows and hatreds pass through the flowers, they seem to complain to the spring breeze Farewell.
If all the birds could understand the language, who would know what they would hold for a lifetime?
The neighboring rooster crows at the fifth watch, with numerous names and various sounds.
Rao Yi shakes his tongue to know first, and he will sing when the blue sky dawns.
Water Birds
Tang Wurong
Smoke acts as a means of movement and stops water as a home, two, two, three, three Sleeping on the warm sand.
How can I not go to the end of the world to thank the luan and bid farewell to the swan.
Mountain Bird
Tang Zheng Valley
Surprise Flying high above the pink wall, it has a good voice and good feathers.
The little maid does not need to urge the tumbler, and eats cherries from the branches.
Thrush
Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu
Hundreds of thousands of chirps move at will, the mountain flowers are red and purple, the trees are high and low.
I realize that listening to the golden cage is not as good as the free singing in the forest.
The crane
Two distinct colors and added vermilion
Always accompanied by the picture of green pines and longevity
Feeling at ease in the wilderness of Baiyun Mountain
Leisurely and elegant atmosphere None
Sparrow
Who said that a short wing cannot reach the sky
Look at the white dove delivering the letter
How can a small person know the meaning of a swan
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Destined to live on the eaves of your life
Peacock
Always open the green fan of Dai House
Wealth, auspiciousness and good manners
Doubt I love all the heavenly things
Yuntun Chidori stands first
Parrot
Green feathers trimmed with red clown clothes
What everyone says Believe in orpiment
Swallow jujube without knowing the taste
Distort and misinterpret the elegance
Goshawk
Build a nest on curled branches to raise its young
A journey full of hardships and rain
Once the wings are full, I soar to the sky
I am happy that my children and grandchildren are flying thousands of miles
6. Poems describing the morning
< p> 1. Walking in the northern forest in the morning, Xiao San opened his lapel. When I saw Lin Shangyue again, Juanjuan was still alive. The clouds are solitary and distant, and the wisps of clouds are clear and deep. Only when there is no reason to be expensive can you know the inner meaning of things.——Zhang Jiuling, "Leaving the County House in the Morning under the Forest"
2. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. ——Li Shangyin's "Wate Qing"
3. The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist. ——Cen Shen's "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to the County to Return to the County"
4. Why regret that Fang Fei is gone, Xia Mu's yang and yin are pleasant. ——Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March"
5. Guanshan Mountain opens in the morning, and the stone road is dust-free. The white horse goes to Gotham, and the green cow comes with true energy. The heavy gate faces a huge ravine, and the buildings rise from Chongkuma. That is to say, to promote the policy now is not to give up and return. ——Wang Bo's "Morning at Sanguan"
6. Ten thousand tiles of light at dawn, double eaves and evening mist. The jade flowers stand as candles at night, and the golden pots send out the dawn chips. Rihui Qingsuo Hall, Xia Shengjie Qi Tower. The heavy gate should open the road, and the general residence should lead to the princes. ——Yu Shinan's "Morning Morning"
7. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the roof to enjoy the slight coolness - Du Fu's "Sigh on a Summer Night"
8. I don't know the heat when I am exhausted, but I regret it Summer is long. ——Bai Juyi's "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"
9. Snow covers the bamboos in the cold stream, and the wind blows in the wild fields. Who can pity the lonely old man when there is no whereabouts in sight? ——Li Deyu, "Snow Rising in the Morning"
10. Why hate Fang Fei when she is gone? ——Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March"
11. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat while sitting still. ——Dai Fuxu's "Big Heat"
12. It rains continuously and you don't know the end of spring, but when it clears up, you will feel the depth of summer.
——Fan Chengda's "Xi Qing"
7. Poems describing the morning
Morning Rising
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
The old bird is moving in the front forest, and the morning light is shining in the east room.
The morning incense is added to the copper stove, and the remaining candles are extinguished in the sarong.
The wind has recovered a little when I wake up, and my eyes are full and I have just finished my sleep.
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Sitting up without thinking, tapping my teeth for thirty-six.
How to break the fast with a cup of mica porridge.
Occasionally chant while sitting in the morning fast
< p> Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang JiulingThe autumn sky is clear with cold dew, and distant mountains are visible. The solitary top is repaired, and the faint clouds are returning.
People are admiring the land. Birds also love Lin Xu. They are tied to each other by the distance, and are restrained by caressing their bows.
Looking up to the sky and thanking Yihan, I feel tired when I walk on the road. I have been carrying them for a long time, and I am eager to return to my heart.
< p> If you have a good leisure time, you will not lose the music of Nanshan.Morning Rain
Era: Tang Author: Du Fu
In the light rain in the morning light, I can smell it on the leaves for the first time. .The mist spreads over the ground, and the wind swirls against the clouds.
The color of firewood and thorns rises for a while, lightly touching the birds and beasts. Half of the Musk Mountain is half of the pavilion, and the afternoon is not fully divided.
Morning Starting
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
In the early morning, the smoke breaks through, and the shadows of pines and bamboos are scattered.
The old man got up to burn incense, and the boy went to draw a well.
I will never fall into the realm of carriages and horses.
I would like to learn from Pang Gong, and the whole family will be in peace.
Xiaopo Hanyang Ferry
Era: Tang Author: Wang Zhenbai
The moon falls over the ancient ferry, but Wuchang City has not yet opened. The remaining lamps illuminate the market, and the dawn color distinguishes the towers.
The clouds leave from Cangwu, and the water comes from the tomb. .Parrot named Fangzhou, to remember your talents.
A leisurely walk in the spring dynasty
Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Yang Shidao
Take a leisurely walk in the morning Beilin. The pond borrows fragrant grass, and the orchids attack the deep valley.
The dawn breaks in the fog, and spring birds gather among the flowers. The wild paths are always full of fragrance, and the mountain steps are repeatedly invaded by bamboo shoots.
Why bother? The fate is light, and the peaches and plums become yin.
White Dew
Era: Tang Author: Du Fu
White dew is packed with sweet seeds, and horse hooves are scattered in the early morning.
Gardens are open with stone trees, and boats are crossing into rivers.
Just by looking at the fish, you can see the fish happily, and the whipping birds are anxious to rest.
Gradually, I know that autumn is beautiful, but the quiet paths may be treacherous.< /p>
Fisherman's Proud
The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the morning mist is connected. The stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing. It's like the soul of a dream returns to the emperor. Hearing the words of the sky, ask me diligently where I am going. I will report the journey. As the sun sets, there is an astonishing line in the poem. The wind of ninety thousand miles is rising. The wind has stopped, and the boat is blowing away to three mountains! [1]