Poems about the wind and butterflies

1. Poems about butterflies

1. Butterflies are in full bloom (Tang Dynasty)

Where the back is full of red, the fragrance is overwhelming. 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.

2. Jinse 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.

3. Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty) in "Traveling in the Spring Evening"

The water flowed and the flowers thanked each other mercilessly, sending 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 never happened in years, and Hua Fa Chun 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? 2. Poems related to butterflies

Huang Siniang's maiden 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.

Two Poems of Qujiang (Part II)

(Tang Dynasty) Du Fu

wears spring clothes in the morning, and

Jiang Tou is drunk every day.

Wine debts are common,

Life is 7 years old and rare.

wearing a butterfly is deeply seen,

a little water flies slowly,

the scenery of the story flows, * * *,

it's not against the temporary companionship.

[Water Tune] (Pan-Xiangjiang River)

(Song) Zhang Xiaoxiang

This matter is paid by God, and

the blue waves fall in June.

besides the cicada shedding dust,

butterflies dream of water and clouds.

[Si Jiake] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying

The butterfly is lost without a trace, and the dream is heavy,

The cold fragrance closes the heart of the small family.

In the Late Days (Southern Dynasties Beam) Jian Wendi Xiaogang

The willows on the shore hang long leaves, and the peaches on the window fall thin.

flower leaves butterfly powder,

bamboo leaves dragonfly beads.

Liu Lingxian (female) in Answering Foreign Questions

Orchid birds ring in the leaves and play among butterflies and flowers.

Manjianghong Litting Cherry (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji

Butterflies don't travel a thousand miles, and

Zigui calls it breaking the night.

it's hard to persuade people to go home on the pillow.

(I hope Wang Shibei will miss his hometown)

Qingling Terrace (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin

The sun is slanting by Qingling Terrace,

The eternal soul is full of moxa,

Mo Jing is a butterfly, and

He flies to other branches casually.

Ode to Butterflies (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi

Crazy with catkins is sometimes seen,

Where to find a pear flower?

The spring festival evening in Jiangtian is breezy, and

Flower sellers cross the bridge. 3. What are the poems about butterflies?

Butterflies fly

Tang Lihe

The flowers are flying in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.

The owner butterfly flies to the west, and the white riding boy returns today.

Butterflies

Tang Qiji

Where is the back full of red, and the fragrance is 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

The autumn wind is sad, and the travelers have not returned.

the grass outside 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.

it's sad to shake it down, but you never know if it's heartbroken.

Two Butterflies

Tang Xuxuan

The ethereal caterpillar has a tiny shell, and it can't bear the heavy rain.

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.

If you are heartless, don't believe what Zhuang Zhou says is 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 accompany Xi Shi to pick incense.

the wind should only accumulate pistil powder, and the cold night is a greenhouse.

The nature of cicada singing is very broad, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.

Three Butterflies

Tang Xuhuan

It's not difficult to fly moths in cocoons, but there are flowers that will pass by.

The sky and the wind send each other away lightly, but they laugh at the spider 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's hard 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 warblers to sing.

cold bees gather chrysanthemums

Tang Geng

swim under the clear sky and find fragrance in the chrysanthemums. 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.

this situation is worth remembering, has come and gone before I knew.

titled hibiscus flowers

Tang Rongyu

He 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 spring

Wei Zhuang in Tang Dynasty

Suddenly, the scenery in the east is getting late, and the wild plum trees are dark and fragrant.

residual horns are blown on the falling star tower, 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 blocks Chang' an's stranger, and Wang Sun, the king of fragrant grass, does not return at dusk.

see rain in the boat

Tang Dai Shulun

Listen to rain at the beginning of tonight, 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.

Jiang Xing

Yu Xuanji in Tang Dynasty

The Yangtze River embraces Wuchang Oblique, and there are thousands of households in front of Parrot Island.

painting a ge in the spring is not enough, and dreaming of butterflies also seeks flowers.

Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the paintings are still along Nautilus Island.

I don't even know when I'm drunk, but I'm shocked at the head of the Han River.

titled Tomb of the True Mother

Zhang Hu in Tang Dynasty

Luo Yi was buried in the Buddha's land, 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.

Peony

Tang Pei Shuo

Several flowers want to be beautiful, and they are safe with peaches and plums.

it's not like being born out of nothing.

this thing is priceless, and it has a unique name when it is spring.

The bees and butterflies are affectionate.

Haitang

Tang Zheng Gu

The spring breeze is intended to be even in color, so it can be sold with poems and poems.

it's the best time for a beautiful flower to catch the rain, and it's all at the time of opening.

Mochow is lazy when facing the window, and Liang Guangdan is late when writing.

I can't get enough of singing at dusk, and I admire his butterfly branches.

Chasing Liu Yun

Tang Lihe

Ting Zhou Bai Ping Cao, Liu Yun rode home.

the hawthorn trees on the river head are fragrant, 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 water, while sand warms a pair of fish.

Send Dou Bing Cao

Tang Liduan

Pear blossoms to the garden, and 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. 4. What are the poems about praising butterflies

1. Beyond the dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. -

Song Zhang Xiaoxiang's translation of "Water Tune Song Tou Pan Xiangjiang River" is noble and carefree, like an autumn cicada shedding its shell in muddy mud and floating outside the dust, or like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of become a butterfly, floating in a land of light water and idle clouds.

2. After light rain, thin wings are tired of smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. Long is busy for flowers. -"Looking at Jiangnan Butterflies" Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty

Translation: After a light rain, the pink wings of butterflies, which are tired of getting wet, shimmer under the setting sun. It just flew into the yard with bees, and accompanied catkins across the east wall, often rushing for flowers.

3. 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 "Seven Poems of Looking for Flowers Alone on the Riverside (Part VI)"

Translation: Huangsi's maiden flowers covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent their branches low and low from the ground. The colorful butterflies in the fragrant flowers are always flying, and Oriole, who is free and soft, is just crying with joy.

4. The hedge is sparse all the way, and the flowers on the tree head 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. -Song Dynasty Yang Wanli's Xugong Store in the New City

Translation: The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the tree are falling 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 was never found again.

5. Break the dream of Zhuang Zhoumeng, and drive the east wind with two wings. There are 3 famous gardens, and one is mined and one is empty. The nectar of the three hundred gardens has been emptied of one, who knows that it is a natural Merry, scaring off the honey - picked bees. The wings flapped gently, and the flowers were fanned across the bridge. -"Drunk in the Sky, Singing the Big Butterfly" Wang Heqing in Yuan Dynasty

Translation: I broke the dream of Zhuang Zhou and came to reality, with huge wings driving the mighty east wind. All the nectar in 3 famous gardens was collected, but who knows that it is a natural romantic species, scaring away the bees that collect honey. The wings fluttered gently, and all the flower sellers crossed the east of the bridge. 5. 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. 6. What are the poems about butterflies?

Butterflies fly

Tang Lihe

The spring clouds are hot and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.

The owner butterfly flies to the west, and the white riding boy returns today.

Butterflies

Tang Qiji

Where is the back full of red, and the fragrance is 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

The autumn wind is sad, and the travelers have not returned.

the grass outside 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.

it's sad to shake it down, but you never know if it's heartbroken.

Two Butterflies

Tang Xuxuan

The ethereal caterpillar has a tiny shell, and it can't bear the heavy rain.

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.

If you are heartless, don't believe what Zhuang Zhou says is 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 accompany Xi Shi to pick incense.

the wind should only accumulate pistil powder, and the cold night is a greenhouse.

The nature of cicada singing is very broad, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.

Three Butterflies

Tang Xuhuan

It's not difficult to fly moths in cocoons, but there are flowers that will pass by.

The sky and the wind send each other away lightly, but they laugh at the spider 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's hard 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 warblers to sing.

cold bees gather chrysanthemums

Tang Geng

swim under the clear sky and find fragrance in the chrysanthemums. 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, Wang Dichun.