1. A collection of poems about insects
A collection of poems about insects 1. Poems with animals
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles are at ease. cry. ——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 when dipped in water. ——Xu Fu, Song Dynasty, "Spring Outing in the Lake"
The lonely grass grows on the bank, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. ——Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty, "Chuzhou West Stream"
The flowers are blooming, the mangroves are in chaos, the orioles are singing, the grass is growing, and the egrets are flying across the lake. ——Xu Yuanjie, Song Dynasty, "On the Lake"
The remaining flowers in March are blooming more and more, and swallows are flying from the small eaves every day. ——"Send Spring" by Wang Ling of the Song Dynasty
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, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake"
Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. ——"Xijiang Moon" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
The sun can be seen on half of the wall, and the sky chicken 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 hawk's eyes are sick, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Watching the Hunt"
The grass is long and the orioles are flying in February, and the willows are brushing against the embankments intoxicated 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 "Fishing Song"
Driving the chickens up the trees, I heard the sound of knocking on the stacks of offerings, and the firewood and thorns were shaking. ——"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 and old trees, 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 in Independent Hengmen is drizzling, and the white chicken flies up to the branches and crows. ——Song Dynasty Ye Shaoweng's "Xixi"
②Poetry 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 can 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
The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the 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 branch of the bird's nest. ——"Nineteen Ancient Poems", "Traveling, Repeating, Repeating"
Birds fly back to their hometown, and foxes must die on their first hill. ——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, "Entering Ruoye Creek"
Feeling grateful for the flowers and splashing with tears, hating the other birds and frightening them. ——"Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds in a dream. ——Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty, "Taicheng"
The fragrant grass has no one and the flowers fall by themselves, and the birds are chirping all the way in the spring mountain. ——Li Hua's "Spring Journey Improvisation"
The light of the mountain pleases the nature of the birds, while the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart. ——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 to Zuo Province Du Supplements"
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"
2.10 Ancient Poems About Animals (Complete)
1. Selling Horses and Llamas In the fifth year of Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi rode drunkenly under flowers and was about to sell them. He turned around and hissed.
Xiang Ji and Gu Zhui still sighed, "How could it be heartless to say goodbye to Luo Tian?" Returning to Ma Huashan by Tang Bai Xing Jian After the success of Muye, the King of Zhou fought against Ma Xian.
When you are driving, you are resting on the couch, and when you are drinking, you are leaning against the mountain. The morning is still gone day by day, and the wind returns at dusk.
The ice is suspicious in Longban, and the leaves are falling like elm passes. Under the Immortal Peak, you can reach the Weishui Bay.
Fortunately, Yanwu was defeated at the right time and no longer played drums. Five poems about sick horses were presented to Zheng Xiaoshu Zhang San Wu and Fifteen Ancestors Tang Cao Tang Lu'er was not in Wowa in what year, and the color of the disease was half muddy.
The golden anvil is cracked with four cries, and the jade chopsticks are tilted open with eyes wide open. The moon-fallen rabbit's hair is dry and gnarled, and the cloud-lost dragon's bones and teeth are thin.
The plains are easy to let go, but no one leaves them, and the alfalfa flowers hiss to the autumn wind. The green onions and leaves on the sand in Longshang are in full bloom, and they are still crying from the grass.
The tail is red and crisp in the night rain, and the head is white and low in the autumn wind. My strength is exhausted and I don’t think about the golden network of my brain. I look at the brocade barrier and mud in the cold shadow.
Don’t be surprised to shed tears in front of the steps. Don’t dare to hiss unless you meet Sun Yang. If the mane with burnt hair is not cut, who will be the grandson of Gu Long?
When frost invades the diseased bones, there is no arrogance, and when the soil erodes the flowers, there are signs of lying. Before he sprayed Duanyun, he returned to Hanyuan, and once pursued Qingqing and practiced with Wumen.
Even though I have traveled thousands of miles, my heart is still there, and I am willing to forget my kindness. I was blown away by the autumn wind, and my hair was blown away by the autumn wind. I had no reason to wash away the waves.
Chasing electricity has the heart but also the money, and the bones are strong when meeting people.
I want to cut the mane again, so I beg for a new sharp reamer. After being ill for a long time, no one pays attention to it, and the jade and beautiful clothes wither in lust.
Drinking is frightened by the cold white dew spring flowers, and eating is afraid of the cold autumn bean leaves. Chang Xi dares to say goodbye to the red brocade, but the old rein is afraid of the purple silk pan.
If Wang Liang gives advice, it is not difficult to chase the wind thousands of miles away. Horse Tang Chen Ning Unknown Dragon Bone Horse, fortunately got to China.
It is worth a thousand gold, and I would rather forget the bole reward. Although I know the special style, no one dares to compare with Hualiu.
If you encounter someone chasing the wind, Dangxuan will raise your head. The White Horse by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The white horse comes from the northeast, with two arrows sticking out of its empty saddle.
Poor horseman, who can see his spirit now? The Lord will kill them soon, and they will fight in the middle of the night.
Many families died in mourning, crying like raindrops. Ying Ma by Han Cong of the Tang Dynasty Once upon a time, Bo Le knew how to sing, but he did not dare to walk like a dragon.
If Jin Qi has not ascended to his neigh, why is it surprising that the salt truck is still driving and thin? It's rare that Wang Ji is a good friend of music, so he wants to buy Jun's name from Yan Zhao.
In the morning and evening, the flying yellow leads to the same soap, and the blue clouds make the sound of luan in the sky. Qingma Mr. Tang Huo Qingli is eight feet tall, and the knight relies on the hero.
Stepping on the snow produces beads of sweat, and the mud protects the brocade robe. Looking at the sudden shadow on the roadside, there are curled spiral hairs on the bottom of the saddle.
Not only is money expensive, but repaying kindness is more expensive. White Horse Tang Jia arrives. The white horse is connected with money and neighs in front of Danque.
When Wen Ke is embarrassed, don’t use the golden whip. The Purple Horse by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The Purple Horse walks and neighs, with double jasper hooves.
Refusing to cross the current is like cherishing the brocade and mud. The snow-white mountains are far away, and the sea of ??yellow clouds is garrisoned.
I will go thousands of miles away with my whip, but I will be able to read about my spring boudoir. Ying Ma by Yang Shidao of the Tang Dynasty: The horse came out of Weiyang, its carved saddle shines in purple gold.
The spring grass is growing in the garden, and the autumn wind is about to stir the poplar trees. Ming Ke repeatedly visited the side of Zhangtai, carefully treading the meridians toward Zhuolong.
The generals of the Han Dynasty have been sent away year after year, and Wancheng has now dedicated its king. White Horse Tang Wengshou Wowa Dragon is born with the same snow and frost, and its hairy bones are naturally courageous.
Jin Qi first adjusts the light, and Jade Pass first leaves the distant hissing wind. The flowers are bright and brocades are hanging down under the willows, and the dew is wet in the fine grass with red tassels.
One night Yu Shu urged him to switch to battle, and the purple beard rode out with a bow. The old horse by Yao He of the Tang Dynasty lay down and could not help him, so he neighed at his master.
On the melancholy east suburban road, the autumn rain makes mud. Yuma Yufu, Tang Yufu, releases the control and retracts the whip, causing the Changjin to move in thin ripples.
The empty hoof is full of green jade, and the broad assumption has no money. Under the sound of the Moxuan Bridge, beside the shadow of the willow tree.
It is often heard that the nature of the dragon is strong, and it will cause white stools. Horse racing by Tang Yuanzhen The horse racing is tired of Jiangzhu, and the glory of the present day is born.
The morning wind is cold and hunting, and Chad is walking in the grass. The Yi and Di slept in the beacon, and there was no sound of fighting in Guanhe.
Why should you be in front of me? You should keep your hooves light. 2. Tiger, Tiger Travel, Wei, Jin and Lu Ji. If you are thirsty, you will not drink the stolen spring water. If you are thirsty, you will not drink the water from the stolen spring. If the heat does not stop, you will hate the yin of the wood.
How can an evil tree have no branches? People with lofty ideals work hard. When the whole driver is solemn, the command will be found far away.
The hungry tiger den, the cold habitat in the wild bird forest. The merits of the day have not yet been built, and the past years carry the yin.
Chongyun is approaching the shore, and the wind sings the song. Quietly speaking, at the bottom of the secluded valley, high mountains and censers roar.
The sharp strings have no sound, and the bright knots are difficult to pronounce. Life is not easy. How can Haoyun open this path? I care deeply about you, I look down upon you and feel ashamed of the past and the present.
Ci of Fierce Tigers by Chu Guangxi of the Tang Dynasty He does not worry about the snow when he is cold, and he does not eat people when he is hungry. Isn't it true that human flesh is not willing to be harmed by evil?
The Taishi is my home, and Mengmen is my neighbor. Hundreds of beasts are my food, and five dragons are my guests.
How powerful is the horse in Meng, and benevolent in floating on the river. The colorful medals shine brightly in the morning, and the minions are powerful military ministers.
The high clouds float with the air, and the thick ground shakes with the sound. Jun Neng and Jia Yu are brave, and we have a blind date day and night.
Tigers on the Move by Han Yu, Tang Dynasty Even though tigers are evil, they each have their mates. In the deep valley, the beasts look down on the wind.
The body eats the yellow bear and the father, and the son eats the red leopard and the squirrel. Choose meat from bears and leopards, and be willing to look at rabbits and raccoons.
In the middle of the day, I sleep in the valley, and my eyes have the power of a hundred steps. There is no right to be proud of oneself, and one's temperament can only be good.
In anger, he killed his son in the morning, and in the evening he ate his concubine. The couple dispersed, but the tiger still roosted alone.
On both sides of the Fox-Crying Gate, crows and magpies make noises. The monkeys are driven out and the tigers don't know where they are going.
Who says the tiger is evil? The middle road is crying sadly. The leopard comes and bites its tail, the bear comes and snatches its jaw.
The tiger refused to give up, but was ashamed of what he had done before. The tiger sits helpless and dies, the situation is as small as yours.
Therefore, the relationship should be based on trust, and the relationship should be based on privacy. If your relatives are not protected, who will trust you?
The White Tiger's Journey by Li He of the Tang Dynasty. The sun is dark and the clouds are collapsing. Emperor Qin is looking at the people. Burning books and destroying the country has no time to spare. Forging swords and wearing them is a general.
The jade altar is set up with a memorial ceremony for the gods, and it will last for ten thousand years. After burning the elixir and not getting the elixir, I used the boat to search for the gods on the sea.
The whale spreads its mane and the sea boils, and half of the plowmen are ghosts recruiting people. The majestic flames burn the sky, and no one can cut the waters of the sky.
Who is suffering the most? The righteous people who report to others are deeply in love. Gradually leaving the building, Jingqing sings, and Jingqing drinks wine and talks about pills.
The sword is like frost and the courage is like iron. When I leave Yan City, I look at Qin Yue. Before the end of the Qin Dynasty's Feng Zuo, God's Dragon Clothes dripped Jing Qing's blood.
Zhu Qizhuo and White Tiger died, and the Emperor of Han knew that he was the true emperor. Tigers on the Move by Li He of the Tang Dynasty: Don’t beat the enemy with a long sword, and don’t attack with a long crossbow.
The nursing grandson nurtures the child, and the teaching makes him ferocious. Raising the head is a city, turning the tail is a banner.
Huang Gong of the East China Sea is worried about traveling at night. When the road meets the beast, the cow mourns the injustice.
Why use a ruler knife? Thunder rumbled on the walls. Under Mount Tai, a woman cries.
Officials have their own agenda, but officials dare not listen. Tiger on the Move Tang Qiji Grind your teeth and cross your claws.
Foxes are not powerful, rabbits are not cunning. When hungry, they devour and fill their intestines. You are not afraid of the sun and the moon when you are running rampant. The emperor is born to be ferocious.
I heard roars in the middle of the night in Qiancun, who was shining a sword or a lantern? Tiger Traces, Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty. White foreheads often come to the door at night, and the traces gradually gather in groups by the water.
I am hiding in a cave now. How can I see you again in the cave? The Walking Tiger, written by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty. The trees in the southern and northern mountains are dark, and the tiger is walking around the village during the day.
Xiang Wan was doing Taoist food, and all the elk in the mountains were silent. Every year I raise my son in a deep valley, and the male and female do not chase each other.
There is a mountain village near the cave in the valley, and the chief goes to the villagers to get the yellow calf. Wang Ling is young.