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.
2, "Jinse" Li Shangyin
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.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
3. Travel Notes of the Spring Festival Evening Cui Tu (Tang)
Flowers thanked two heartless people and sent the east wind to spring.
The butterfly dreams of Wan Li, and the azalea blossoms in the third night of last month.
The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera?
2. What are the poems about butterflies? If I find you some poems, I won't post them:
butterfly
Don
Huayang is hot in the spring, 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.
Tijinhua
Tang rongyu
It takes two years to buy hibiscus plants with your own money.
Bright red is invisible to beautiful women, but butterflies will come early.
spring
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I feel that the scenery in the east is getting late, and the wild Meishan apricot is dark and fragrant.
On the falling star tower, the residual horn blows, and the residual sunset hangs the crescent camp.
The dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul.
The world of mortals broke off the guest in Chang 'an, and the prince of Cao Fang did not return at dusk.
See the rain on the boat
Don Dai Shulun
At the beginning of the rain tonight, Du Ruoqing is in Jiangnan. How reckless is it to become famous? Brothers always wither.
Dreams are far from worrying about butterflies, and feelings are deep shame. I care about lonely people all day, and my life experience is still Liu Ping.
Jianghang
Don Yu Xuan Ji
The great river embraces Wuchang oblique, and there are thousands of households in Parrot Island.
It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.
Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the painting is still along Nautilus Island.
I don't even feel drunk. I'm surprised at Hanshui.
There is a real mother's grave.
Tangzhanghu
The Buddha buried Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp.
The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.
peony
Tang peishuo
A few flowers are beautiful, and peaches and plums are peaceful.
I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing.
This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring.
Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.
Begonia
Tangzhenggu
Spring breeze is intended to be even in color and can be sold with poems and songs.
It's best to have a fresh rain when the wind is sunny, and it's about to open.
Mochow was lazy at the window, and Liang Guangdan was late in writing.
I'm drunk and can't get enough of it. I admire his butterfly branches.
Zhuhe Liu Yun
Don
Bai, go home by car.
Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.
The glass is full of dew and empty.
Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a Pisces.
Send dou bing Cao
Tangli section
Pears bloom all over the garden, and girls wear robes. When you hear your lover complaining, you should hurry home.
The Imperial Bridge is warm at night, and there are few early warblers in Guandu. No wedding, watch butterflies fly.
3. What are the poems praising butterflies? 1. Beyond dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. -"Water Tune Songs Pan Xiangjiang River" Xiaoxiang, Zhang Song
Lofty and free and easy, such as Qiu Chan shelling in the mud, floating outside the dust, or like Zhuang Zhoumeng butterfly, floating in the land of light water and idle clouds.
2. After a light rain, the thin wings were greasy with smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers. -"Looking at Butterflies in the South of the Yangtze River" Ouyang Xiu in the Song Dynasty
After a light rain, the pink wings of butterflies greasy by water sparkled in the sunset. It just flew into the yard with bees, accompanied catkins through the east wall, and often scrambled for flowers.
3, Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's Seven Poems on Finding Flowers by the River (6)
The flowers in the yellow silk girl covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent lower and lower from the ground. The colorful butterflies in the fragrant flowers have been dancing, and the free and soft oriole just cried with joy.
4, the hedge is sparse and deep, and the tree head is not cloudy. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. -Yang Wanli's New Town Xugong Store in the Song Dynasty
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the tree fall one after another, and the new leaves have not yet formed a shade. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.
5. Breaking the Dream of Zhuang Zhou, the two wings drive the east wind, and 300 gardens are mined and emptied. The nectar in 300 gardens is empty, but it is a natural wind that scares away the bees who collect honey. Wings flapping gently, flowers flapping on the bridge. —— "Drunk in the sky, singing big butterflies" Wang Heqing of the Yuan Dynasty
I broke Zhuang Zhou's dream and came to reality, with huge wings driving the mighty east wind. The nectar of 300 famous gardens has been collected, but it is a natural romantic species, which scares away the bees that collect honey. The wings flapped gently, and all the flower sellers crossed the east of the bridge.
4. Hello, idioms about butterflies. Nice to discuss with you. Idioms about butterflies are as follows: (from idioms)
Pierce the butterfly in the flowers. Later used to describe people who are obsessed with women.
Butterfly pink bee yellow refers to the yellow face and makeup of ancient women.
Butterflies are born, which means that things are illusory and impermanent.
Zhuang butterfly Zhou is a metaphor for the illusory impermanence of things. Same as The Birth of a Butterfly.
Butterflies and bees fly wildly in the game. Later, it was compared to the prodigal son returning.
Butterfly love bee madness refers to the nostalgia for the flowery spring.
Butterfly-making bee media is a metaphor for the messenger or media of love between men and women.
Butterfly's resentment is a metaphor for melancholy homesickness.
The feeling of butterfly warbler is a metaphor for the feeling of loving spring.
Bees entwine butterflies: entwine; Love: attachment. Bees are entangled and butterflies are attached. Metaphor is interference in love and affection.
Bees and butterflies pursue flowers. In the past, it was a metaphor for playboys who chased women.
Bee madness and butterfly disorder used to refer to debauchery between men and women.
Bees chasing butterflies are a metaphor for men's desire for women.
Being obsessed with bees' butterfly love once referred to debauchery between men and women. With the "bee crazy butterfly chaos".
A bee butterfly that can make flowers fly. Metaphorically, it is a person who mediates or delivers letters between men and women.
Flowers and butterflies are flying in the wind. It is a metaphor for the gentle and light walking posture of young women.
The bearded butterfly fern describes elegant and skilled cursive brushwork.
Butterflies and bees are flying. Metaphor prodigal son returns.
Crazy bees and butterflies are metaphors for frivolous and dissolute men.
A frivolous bee butterfly. Metaphor is frivolous man.
The butterfly in the dream is a metaphor for illusory things.
The butterfly mad bee is frivolous. Metaphor is frivolous man.
Waves, butterflies and bees are metaphors of a frivolous man who likes to tease women.
A friend's butterfly dream refers to changing the rhetoric.
Butterflies and bees play butterfly, bee swimming and dancing games. Later, it was compared to the prodigal son returning.
Wandering bees and butterflies are a metaphor for a frivolous person who likes to tease women.
Butterflies and bees are playing the game of butterflies flying. Later, it was compared to the prodigal son returning.
Singing and dancing, singing and dancing, flying and dancing. Describe the beautiful spring and the joy of everything. It also means that the situation is very good. With "singing and dancing".
Attracting bees and butterflies is still attracting bees and butterflies.
Attract bees, attract butterflies. Metaphor attracts others' attention.
Zhuang Sheng Dream Butterfly Zhuang Sheng: Zhuang Zhou of Warring States Period. Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he had become Hu Die. Metaphor is to have fun in a dream or a fickle life. Also known as "Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly".
I don't know if Zhuang Zhou's dream turned into a butterfly or if the butterfly's dream turned into Zhuang Zhou.