Poetry about chasing butterflies 1. When we chase butterflies, we will think of those poems.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. The butterfly dreams of Wan Li, and the azalea blossoms in the third night of last month. May I ask when this is?
Butterflies fly to the South Garden.
Butterflies are scattered on the flowers,
The wind curtain enters Shuang Yan.
Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.
Beyond dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. The butterfly disappeared without a trace, and the dream was heavy. Leng Xiang closed his little heart. Mosaic butterfly powder, bamboo dragonfly beads.
Singing in the leaves,
Play with butterflies and flowers
Butterflies don't fly thousands of miles, and the rule is broken night.
Peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and two butterflies fly again. It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies. Butterflies dance in a peaceful way. Bloom wants to be beautiful. Jin Xin Huan Liang Shan Bo Xin Huan Liang Shan Bo coming and going, new Huan Liang Shan Bo Xin Huan Liang Shan Bo Xin Huan Liu Jin.
Looking for poems about butterflies
Li Shangyin's Butterfly; One of the four lonely butterflies fluttered its wings and wanted to fly.
And it should be injured, often near the snow. Its two leaves are turned over again, and the oblique bridge faces the side door.
Reed flowers are only white, and catkins may be warm. Looking for temples by studying calligraphy, Zhao Jun discovered old villages.
Every year is fragrant. Come on, don't beat Sun Lan. Third, when I first came to the small garden, I had a little contact with Zowei.
I'm afraid the incense will burst, and I'm afraid the snow will melt. You only know how to prevent dew, but you don't think it's necessary to send a sharp wind.
Looking back at the flying swallow, I took the opportunity to enter the sky. Fourth, it flew to embroider the shade of the house and passed through the painting building.
Heavy Fu Qintai powder, light painting Han Dian gold. Both are catkins, and both mentioned are flower hearts.
Can you be a lonely guest and invite him to sing midnight? Die Song 323131335323635438+034313032313635333EB893E5b19E3133262343. The warm wind in Jiangtian Spring Festival Evening is fine, and the flower sellers cross the bridge one by one.
(Xie Yi wrote 300 butterfly poems, with the name Xie, "yu zhang's Poems") "Poems of Zhi Zhu in the South of Jingnan" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu went to the barren platform, and the spring breeze grew wild. Peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and two butterflies fly again.
Butterflies often gather in Liang Zhu's tomb in Ningbo and Zhu Yingtai's reading room in Yixing. The local "Double Butterfly Festival" was held on the first day of the third lunar month (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) and the "General Star" (Tang Dynasty). Yujiang county embraces Wuchang Oblique, and there are thousands of households in Nautilus Island. It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding 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 Sky Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang saw flowers in the flowers before driving away the rain, but there were no flowers in the leaves after the rain. Butterflies flying over the wall should be suspicious of spring scenery next door.
"Butterfly Love Flowers" Liang Jianwen's butterfly returns, and two flowers fly; Sending a message to know each other will never violate it. Yong Yingtai becomes a butterfly sentence (song) Xue Xiuxuan's butterfly dance condenses the mountain god, and bloom wants beauty.
"Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Tang Du Fu stayed in the company and played butterfly dancing from time to time. The charming Yingying just cried. Butterflies fly to Tanghe, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.
The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today. Where is the butterfly? Tang Qiji's back is full of red and full of mystery.
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. Jade Butterfly The autumn wind in Ting Yun, Tang Wen 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 Xu's misty caterpillars, shed their shells gently, and it rained heavily.
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. It is not difficult for butterflies to fly in cocoons, but flowers will 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 bees pick chrysanthemums, and Tang Geng swims under the clear sky, looking for fragrance from 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. Jinse Tang Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with 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. In August, the butterfly Huang Die hovered on the grass of our West Garden in twos.
(Li Bai) The butterfly crosses the flower gorge and looks deep, but dragonflies fly slowly. (Du Fu) If you want to fight for butterflies, you have not thanked the catkins.
(Li Shangyin) Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed for the emperor. (Li Shangyin) When a butterfly flies over the wall, it should be suspected that spring scenery is next door.
The children chased Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower. (Yang Wanli) Sometimes I see crazy catkins and dance into pear flowers. I don't know where to go.
(Xie Yi) There are many butterflies among the flowers, and the wind curtain enters Shuang Yan (Southern Dynasties) and flies two butterflies in Xie Tiao, low. Liang Wudi paid me for this. In June, there was a blue wave.
Beyond dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. (Song) The butterfly is lost, the dream is heavy, and Leng Xiang closes his heart.
(Song Dynasty) A butterfly can't travel thousands of miles, but it breaks the night. It is rare to persuade people to return to their pillows.
(Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji's crazy catkins are sometimes seen, and where to find a pear flower. The warm wind in Jiangtian Spring Festival Evening is fine, and the flower sellers cross the bridge one by one.
(Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Xifeng was full of courtyards, and cold butterflies were hard to come. (Tang) Huang Chao's leaves are dark and ripe, and his silk is long and butterflies fly.
(Tang) Zuyong Butterfly Loves Flowers (Su Shi) Butterfly Lazy Warbler is in the middle of spring. Flowers fall with the wind, and the yard is red.
I didn't wake up in the afternoon and didn't roll the curtains at dusk. The clouds are loose and the eyebrows are shallow.
Always worried about the media, who will sue for entertainment. If you don't believe this situation, it is difficult to travel. Huayang still has an east wind pipe.
3. Poems about butterflies
Butterfly is a beautiful insect. Its charming appearance, graceful posture and graceful dancing are favored by people, which can arouse the association of poets and stimulate their creative desire. Xie Yi, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote more than 300 poems about butterflies in his life, named "Xie Butterfly", which is really a butterfly infatuation.
In the poet's eyes, the butterfly's shape, its love, its play and dance, its life and death are all great. Write about its life: "Dead moths enter the chemical machine like silkworms, and the branches of cocoons are like hemp fibers." Suddenly give up more Hua Die, learn to fly before your wings are dry "(Song and Fan Chengda's Butterfly); Write his play: "A hundred feet of gossamer compete for trees, and a group of beautiful birds cry for flowers. "There are thousands of colors on the butterfly side and thousands of colors on the green tree and silver platform" (Tang Lu Zhao Lin), "Flowers are low and leaves are new and small, and a bunch of things are flying" (Tang Bai Juyi); Write its shape: "The eyebrows are curled and the wings are dizzy." When the flowers first bloom, the ghosts suddenly disappear "(Su Dongpo's Ghost Butterfly)," It snowed in Guo Xiqian in the old days, and it was a group wind to participate in butterflies "(Xie Yi in the Northern Song Dynasty); The dexterity of writing it: "See in the flowers, Ye Fei is uneven" (mourning for Liu Xiao in the Southern Dynasties), "Children are scrambling to chase Huang Die and fly into cauliflower" (Yang Wanli); Write about their love: "See in a flower, two people fly against each other" (five generations of Zhang Bi). Butterfly poems are more beautiful and fragrant.
Poets not only write about butterflies, but also like to give them a breath. Some people compare butterflies to affectionate sons: "talent is frivolous" and "talent is romantic life"; Some people compare butterflies to pretty women: "Learn Chinese characters to find temples, and Zhao Jun to find old villages" (Li Shangyin's Butterfly); Some people even call butterflies, warblers, swallows and bees "four friends in flowers", which outlines the dynamic beauty of the world of flowers and makes butterflies more individual. Zhang Ailing, a contemporary writer, wrote better: "Every butterfly was once the ghost of a flower, and it flew back to the flower to find its own ghost." Here, flowers are butterflies, and butterflies are flowers.
Because the dancing of butterflies is graceful, it is quite easy to remind people of illusory dreams, so there is a saying "Wan Li in a butterfly dream", wandering around the world, the butterfly dreams and seems to return; Some people simply integrate into the butterfly dream: "A hundred years and 36,000 days, the butterfly dream is a spring." There is even Zhuang Zhou, I don't know if it is "Butterfly Zhuang Zhou or Zhuang Zhou becomes a butterfly". After Liang Zhu died, he became a butterfly, and both of them danced among the flowers. How free!
Among the flowers, birds, insects and fish, butterflies are undoubtedly the lucky ones. It is not only sung, sung, portrayed and portrayed by people, but also cared for by people. This is really a "but his favor has been concentrated on one person for three thousand years." "The dew is heavy and deep, and the wind is high and temporary. Under the fragrant tree in Nanyuan, sparrow has the best chance. " Love is beyond words.
The butterfly dance flowers are beautiful and pleasing to the eye, and the butterfly dance poems are full of ups and downs and interesting. Poetic and picturesque, butterflies dance, which is really a great scenery in the world.
4. What poems describe children chasing butterflies?
1, Mulberry Picking, Lost in Spring before Flowers.
Year: Tang author:
Before bloom, I lost my spring companion and sought incense alone.
There is sadness everywhere. Even if you have a song, your heart will be broken.
There are butterflies in the forest and swallows in the curtain, each with a pair.
Endure more thoughts, green trees and moss are half sunset.
2. Picking Mulberry, Yang and February
Year: Song Author: Yan Shu
Yang and February are fragrant and beautiful, and the warm scenery melts.
Play with butterflies and swim with bees. Go deep into the flowers
Who can solve the horizon problem and catch the spring breeze?
Avoid turning it red. One flies west and the other flies east.
3. Chitose late autumn courtyard
Year: Song Author: Li Chi Ngai
In the yard in late autumn, the residual heat of summer has all subsided.
The sky is back, and the clouds are gone.
The land is inaccessible, and the wind is bleak and cold.
When I first slept, I danced and butterflies flew in pairs.
Sigh. Who can?
Remember that every time you bend over.
Love is temporary, but the heart is always there.
The news of Shenshen broke, and the time in Ran Ran changed.
On a red night, Xianshan Road is separated by a sea of clouds.
4. "butterfly lovers, small lotus leaves with green money"
Year: Song Author: Zhao Changqing
Small lotus leaves with green money piled up in disorder.
With thick green and dark clouds, young warblers are clever at learning languages.
Small trees, flying flowers, fragrant grass.
Red lining is better than medium lining.
Plums turned yellow early.
When spring comes back, there are few butterflies and bees.
Only by carefully combining new words.
The cock's crow woke up the window screen.
5. "Su Wuman, Return to the Light"
Year: Yuan Author: Feng Zunshi
There is no way to rely on light.
The withered Zhengpu, Bamboo Wharf and Songxi, the forest won the music of the parade.
Summer tour of Peng Yun, water and mountains, misty smoke and rocks.
More open, more energetic, and a little arrogant.
Love, butterflies play with the flower tips, the moss is long and the wind is thin and the curtain is high.
Clear the shortage, chew the dried Kun, and the high wheat market made a promise.
Sparse ge and cut wide, sparse jade and drag horizontally, laugh at the east fence and sing.
Portrait passion, what's going on in the world, old friend Xiao Suo.