Poet's dynasty about butterflies (ask for 15 to 2 ancient poems about butterflies, including the dynasty, author) 1. Ask for 15 to 2 ancient poems about butterflies (including the dynasty, author)
On winter nights, Song and Lu traveled for a cup of opium poppy, which was a slave.
When you wander around playing butterflies, you always dance. There are dragonflies flying above your head, and Tang Lihe and Yang Hua are flying in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating. The owner butterfly flies west, and the white riding boy returns today.
where is the butterfly Tang Qiji's back full of red? It's so fascinating. 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.
Jade Butterfly Tang Wen Tingyun's autumn wind is sad and sad, and the traveler has not returned. The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
hibiscus has a tender face, while willow has a new eyebrow. Shake down makes people sad, heartbroken who knows.
two butterflies, the ethereal caterpillar of Tang Xu, shed its shell slightly, and it was raining hard. A beautiful branch stays and teaches, and several spring winds lend and fly.
If you worry about the chicken's mouth, the fragrance of pity will go around Kirara's clothes. Ruthlessness can't solve the dream of soul, and don't believe Zhuang Zhou's right and wrong.
the green is shining, the red is shining, and the spring is always on my mind. I hate it when the goddess comes to rain, and I love to pick incense with Xi Shi.
the wind should only accumulate pistil powder, and the cold night is a greenhouse. Singing cicadas is very pedantic, which can explain Sanqiu's noisy sunset.
It's not difficult for a butterfly to fly a moth in a cocoon, but it's bound to pass by when there are flowers. The sky and the wind send each other away lightly, but they laugh at spiders weaving.
Heng Heng both brushed the painting column, and the beautiful woman stole a look again and again. Don't bully your wings to fly short and grow close, it is difficult to try to jump between flowers.
vividness is the key to him, and there are many barren paths in the wild garden. Whoever doesn't know silk and bamboo teaches dance, should rely on the warbler to sing.
cold bees gather chrysanthemums, and Tang Geng swims under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemum bushes. Bring the sound to the core, and the shadow is in the fragrance.
go and live in the fog, and go with the wind. In the end, I am ashamed of different butterflies and don't communicate with dreams.
Jin se Tang 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.
Tang Rongyu bought hibiscus plants with his own money, and it took two years to bloom. The bright red is not seen by the beautiful woman, but the butterfly will come early.
In the spring, Wei Zhuang suddenly felt that the scenery in the east was getting late, and the wild plum trees were dark and fragrant. On the falling star tower, the residual angle is blown, and the evening glow hangs in the crescent moon camp.
the dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul. The world of mortals interrupts Chang' an's stranger, and the king and grandson of Fangcao do not return at dusk.
See the rain in the boat. Dai Shulun listened to the rain at the beginning of tonight, while Du Ruoqing in the south of the Yangtze River. How reckless is fame? Brothers always wither.
I am ashamed to dream of butterflies. I care for the lonely all day long, and my life experience is still Liuping.
In the Tang Dynasty, the Yangtze River in Yu Xuanji embraced Wuchang Oblique, and there were thousands of households in front of Nautilus Island. It's not enough to draw a picture of Ge sleeping in spring, but to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.
Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the paintings are still along Nautilus Island. I don't even feel drunk and awake, and I'm surprised at the head of the Han River.
The tomb of the True Mother Tang Zhang Hu Buddha buried Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dance is a butterfly dream, and song Xie shrift flies.
The green hair is shining towards the clouds, and the green moth is tiny in jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no revenge for the spring glow.
In the Peony Tang Dynasty, several flowers in Pei Shuo want to be beautiful, and they are peaceful with peaches and plums. I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to be born out of nothing.
this thing is priceless, and it has a unique name when it is spring. Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.
The spring breeze in Zheng Gu of Haitang Tang is intended to be even in color, so it can be sold with poems and poems. It's best to have a fresh rain when it's beautiful, and it's all about to open.
Mochow is lazy when facing the window, and Liang Guangdan is late when writing. I can't see enough when I'm drunk, and I admire his butterfly branches.
Chasing Liu Yun Tang 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 pair of fish.
Send Dou Bing, Cao Tang, Li Duan, a pear blossom to the garden, and let the girls wear Luo clothes. When you hear that your lover is complaining, you should go home quickly.
The Imperial Bridge is warm in late days, and the early warblers in Guandu are rare. Don't send a wedding, watch the butterfly fly.
first frost, the son of Song Sushi in Nanxiangzi, is covered with water, and the shallow blue scales are exposed in Yuanzhou. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and chilly, and the broken hat is affectionate but affectionate.
if the festival is a reward, it will ruin the autumn. Everything is a dream in the end, take a rest, and the yellow butterfly will be worried tomorrow.
Song Sushi, a southern singer, rushed to Shan Yu with wine and slept with his clothes. I don't know if the bell and drum will dawn.
in my dream, I was full of butterflies and light clothes. When you are old, you can't come back.
begging for fields, asking for homes, and smiling at Hao ying. Love the sand road by the lake and avoid mud.
2. I urgently need 15 to 2 ancient poems (including dynasties, authors) about butterflies.
A cup of opium poppy is a slave for a trip in Song and Lu on winter nights, and butterflies in Zhuang and Zhou are both empty.
When you wander around playing butterflies, you always dance. There are dragonflies flying above your head, and Tang Lihe and Yang Hua are flying in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating. The owner butterfly flies west, and the white riding boy returns today.
where is the butterfly Tang Qiji's back full of red? It's so fascinating. 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.
Jade Butterfly Tang Wen Tingyun's autumn wind is sad and sad, and the traveler has not returned. The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
hibiscus has a tender face, while willow has a new eyebrow. Shake down makes people sad, heartbroken who knows.
two butterflies, the ethereal caterpillar of Tang Xu, shed its shell slightly, and it was raining hard. A beautiful branch stays and teaches, and several spring winds lend and fly.
If you worry about the chicken's mouth, the fragrance of pity will go around Kirara's clothes. Ruthlessness can't solve the dream of soul, and don't believe Zhuang Zhou's right and wrong.
the green is shining, the red is shining, and the spring is always on my mind. I hate it when the goddess comes to rain, and I love to pick incense with Xi Shi.
the wind should only accumulate pistil powder, and the cold night is a greenhouse. Singing cicadas is very pedantic, which can explain Sanqiu's noisy sunset.
It's not difficult for a butterfly to fly a moth in a cocoon, but it's bound to pass by when there are flowers. The sky and the wind send each other away lightly, but they laugh at spiders weaving.
Heng Heng both brushed the painting column, and the beautiful woman stole a look again and again. Don't bully your wings to fly short and grow close, it is difficult to try to jump between flowers.
vividness is the key to him, and there are many barren paths in the wild garden. Whoever doesn't know silk and bamboo teaches dance, should rely on the warbler to sing.
cold bees gather chrysanthemums, and Tang Geng swims under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemum bushes. Bring the sound to the core, and the shadow is in the fragrance.
go and live in the fog, and go with the wind. In the end, I am ashamed of different butterflies and don't communicate with dreams.
Jin se Tang 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.
Tang Rongyu bought hibiscus plants with his own money, and it took two years to bloom. The bright red is not seen by the beautiful woman, but the butterfly will come early.
In the spring, Wei Zhuang suddenly felt that the scenery in the east was getting late, and the wild plum trees were dark and fragrant. On the falling star tower, the residual angle is blown, and the evening glow hangs in the crescent moon camp.
the dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul. The world of mortals interrupts Chang' an's stranger, and the king and grandson of Fangcao do not return at dusk.
See the rain in the boat. Dai Shulun listened to the rain at the beginning of tonight, while Du Ruoqing in the south of the Yangtze River. How reckless is fame? Brothers always wither.
I am ashamed to dream of butterflies. I care for the lonely all day long, and my life experience is still Liuping.
In the Tang Dynasty, the Yangtze River in Yu Xuanji embraced Wuchang Oblique, and there were thousands of households in front of Nautilus Island. It's not enough to draw a picture of Ge sleeping in spring, but to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.
Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the paintings are still along Nautilus Island. I don't even feel drunk and awake, and I'm surprised at the head of the Han River.
The tomb of the True Mother Tang Zhang Hu Buddha buried Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dance is a butterfly dream, and song Xie shrift flies.
The green hair is shining towards the clouds, and the green moth is tiny in jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no revenge for the spring glow.
In the Peony Tang Dynasty, several flowers in Pei Shuo want to be beautiful, and they are peaceful with peaches and plums. I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to be born out of nothing.
this thing is priceless, and it has a unique name when it is spring. Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.
The spring breeze in Zheng Gu of Haitang Tang is intended to be even in color, so it can be sold with poems and poems. It's best to have a fresh rain when it's beautiful, and it's all about to open.
Mochow is lazy when facing the window, and Liang Guangdan is late when writing. I can't see enough when I'm drunk, and I admire his butterfly branches.
Chasing Liu Yun Tang 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 pair of fish.
Send Dou Bing, Cao Tang, Li Duan, a pear blossom to the garden, and let the girls wear Luo clothes. When you hear that your lover is complaining, you should go home quickly.
The Imperial Bridge is warm in late days, and the early warblers in Guandu are rare. Don't send a wedding, watch the butterfly fly.
first frost, the son of Song Sushi in Nanxiangzi, is covered with water, and the shallow blue scales are exposed in Yuanzhou. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and chilly, and the broken hat is affectionate but affectionate.
if the festival is a reward, it will ruin the autumn. Everything is a dream in the end, take a rest, and the yellow butterfly will be worried tomorrow.
Song Sushi, a southern singer, rushed to Shan Yu with wine and slept with his clothes. I don't know if the bell and drum will dawn.
in my dream, I was full of butterflies and light clothes. When you are old, you can't come back.
begging for fields, asking for homes, and smiling at Hao ying. Love the sand road by the lake and avoid mud.
3. 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.
Interpretation:
The autumn wind is rolling in, and chrysanthemums are rustling all over the garden. The stamens and flowers are full of chill, and it is difficult for butterfly bees to come. One day, I will be a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.
5. Tang Meng Haoran's "Qingming is the Thing"
excerpts from the original text:
Emperors attach importance to Qingming, and people worry about themselves.
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.
Interpretation:
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. Flowers bloom, grass grows, birds fly and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, I recalled the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.
4. Ancient poems about butterflies
Famous ancient poems about butterflies
Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. Sentimentally attached attached to the fragrance of flowers butterfly in the dance, freedom in the soft and soft warbler is just happy to sing. -Tang Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside"
The west wind is full of courtyard load, and it is hard to come with a cold butterfly. If I were Qing Di in the next year, I would report it to Peach Blossom. -Tang Huang Chao's "On Chrysanthemums"
The hedges are sparse all the way, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded. The child ran fast to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden, and couldn't find it again. -yang Wanli's
staying at xugong store in the new city, there are thousands of butterflies in the confusing butterfly tree, and the tail of the title is like a tassel. No one will believe until he reaches the butterfly spring, and the shadow of the building covers the butterfly solemnly. -Qing Shachen's Shangguan butterfly spring
Eight Miscellaneous Poems
(Jin) Zhang Xie
went to the border town to report on his work, and bound the military brigade.
getting off the bus is like yesterday, and it's 45 yuan.
when is this? Butterflies fly to the South Garden.
I love the old pu, and I miss the old mountain in the clouds.
Fujian * is more elegant, and Huma is willing to spend Yan.
there is a reason why the local people return home safely.
The flowers in Xie Tiao are littered with butterflies, and the wind curtain enters Shuang Yan.
Poetry of Spring Feeling
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
Dust lingers on your face, and butterflies tease beautiful women.
Two Poems of Ancient Meaning (Part II)
(Southern Dynasties) Liang Wudi
Flying two butterflies, the difference between the low and the low.
5. Ancient Poems about Butterflies
In Li Bai's poem Long March, there is also a sentence: "Butterflies are yellow in August, and hover, two by two, in our west-garden grasses". In Du Fu's poem "Two Poems of Qujiang", he wrote: "The butterfly crossing the flower gorge is deeply seen, and it flies slowly with a little water."
The butterflies fly in the flowers for food, mating, spawning, and flying at the touch of a dragonfly, which is vivid. Xie Yi in the Northern Song Dynasty described it in Butterfly: "Crazy catkins are sometimes seen, where can a dancer find pear flowers?".
In the Southern Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli's poem Two Stories about Xugong Store in the New City says: "Children rush to chase after Huang Die, and flying cauliflower is nowhere to be found." Describe the scene of cabbage butterflies dancing in white pear flowers and yellow butterflies dancing in yellow rape flowers respectively ... Jin Se 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. (The second couplet, generally speaking, the past is like smoke) "Spring Evening Travel" Cui Tu (Tang) was ruthless 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. The book movement in the old garden has been dead for years, and Hua Fachun is only full of mirrors.
naturally, if you don't return, you will get it. Who will argue about the smoke scene in the five lakes? (This poem uses beautiful language and neat meter to express the feelings of cherishing spring and homesickness vividly and poetically.) "Poem of Pride" Li Shangyin wants to fight for the butterfly lightly, but fails to thank the catkin disease. (Write about the lively young man chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Miscellaneous Poems No.8" (Jin) Zhang Xie reported to the border town and bound the brigade.
getting off the bus is like yesterday, and it's 45 yuan. May I ask when this is? Butterflies fly to the South Garden.
I love the old pu, and I miss the old mountain in the clouds. Fujian * the more clothes, Hu Ma is willing to spend Yan.
the earth is safe and secure.