Xie Yi (Northern Song Dynasty)
Sometimes fascinated by catkins,
Where to find a pear flower when dancing.
The warm wind is good in Jiangtian Spring Festival Evening.
Cross the bridge with the flower seller.
(Xie Yi wrote 300 butterfly poems, and the person number is Xie Hu Die's "yu zhang Poetry")
Zhi Zhu Ci in Jingnan: Zhu Liangsong
(Qing) Shi Chengyu
Scholars go to abandoned platforms,
Wild moss grows every year in the spring breeze.
The peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire.
The butterfly flew again.
On Liangzhu Tomb in Ningbo, butterflies often gather in Zhu Yingtai Reading Room in Yixing. The local "Double Butterfly Festival" is held on the first day of the third lunar month (Zhu Yingtai's birthday).
Jiang xing
Yu (Tang Dynasty)
The great river embraced Wuchang Oblique,
Thousands of families in Parrot Island.
Painting ge chunmian is not enough,
Dreams seek flowers for butterflies.
The last two sentences are about the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I was in a dream, I felt emotional. Fantastic ethereal, vivid.
Sunny scenery
(Tang) Wang Jia
Before it rained, I saw the stamens in the flowers.
There are no flowers on the leaves after the rain.
Butterflies fly over the wall,
It should be suspected that spring scenery is next door.
Ode to Butterfly
Liang Jian Wen di
After that, from butterflies,
Two flowers fly;
Send messages to each other,
There is no violation of concentricity.
Yong Yingtai's butterfly sentence
(Song) Xue Xiuxuan
Butterfly dance condenses mountain gods,
Bloom wants to be beautiful.
Looking for flowers by the river alone
Don du fu
Butterflies have been dancing,
Charming songbirds sing freely.
Li Shangyin's Four Butterflies
one
The lonely butterfly lingers,
Spread your wings.
It should be bright and clean,
Close to the snow frequently.
Secondly,
Turn over the leaves,
An inclined bridge leading to a side door.
Reed flowers are only white,
Catkin may be warm.
Xi zi Bao Zhen hall,
Zhaojun discovered the old village.
Every year the fragrance runs out,
Come on, don't beat Sun Lan.
third
When I first came to this small garden,
Slightly connected to the housing.
Far from being broken,
Light sadness and gorgeous snow melting.
Only know how to prevent dew,
I don't like windy.
Looking back at the flying swallows,
Use time to enter the market.
Fourth.
Flying embroidered door,
Through the painting building.
Chongfu Qintai powder,
An understatement of the golden color of the Han temple.
Both are catkins,
He's a playboy.
If you want to be a lonely guest,
Invite to sing midnight?
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A poem about butterflies
butterfly
Don
Huayang's spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.
The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today.
butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the smell is heavy. Fly separately. See you in teams.
Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees. Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other.
Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick. You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers.
The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless. Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus.
Pimp a butterfly
Tang Wen Ting Yun
The autumn wind is 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 come late.
Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows.
It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?
two butterflies
Tang xuqiu
The ethereal caterpillar is slightly shelled and can't bear the misty rain.
A beautiful branch to teach, a few wisps of spring breeze to fly.
Every worry in the mouths of chickens and birds, as well as the fragrance of pity, is wrapped around the clothes that continue the front edge.
Ruthless can't solve the dream, don't believe the right and wrong of Zhuang Zhou.
Brush green, wear red, and spend a lifetime in spring.
I hate it when the goddess comes to rain. I like to pick incense with stones.
The wind should only accumulate pollen, and the night is cold and long
The cicada's song is pedantic, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.
Three butterflies
Tang xuqiu
Moths in cocoons are not difficult, but flowers must pass by.
The sky and the wind gently send each other, but laugh at spider weaving.
Constant constant double brush painting column, beauty stole a glance frequently.
Don't bully your wings to fly short and close, it's hard to try to jump between flowers.
There is no vivid reason. There are many wild paths in the wild garden.
Who doesn't know that silk and bamboo teach dance, and it depends on Yinger to sing?
Cold bee picking chrysanthemums
Tang gengkun
Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense.
Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.
Inlaid harp
Don
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.