1. Poems about birds
1. When the clouds open, a lone bird emerges, while the white gulls sink in the waves. ——Zhu Qingyu of the Tang Dynasty
2. Looking up at the geese in the clouds, the birds are also moving. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Three Poems of Joy"
3. The returning bird goes to Qiao Lin with graceful and powerful wings. ——Three Kingdoms Wei. Cao Zhi's "Giving the White Horse to Wang Biao"
4. The clouds come out of Xiu without intention, and the birds know when they are tired of flying. ——Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty, "Come Back and Come Back"
5. Smoke rises from the wild garrison, and hundreds of birds sing in the spring mountains. ——Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, "To Laozi Temple"
6. Listen to the spring birds in the spring morning, and smell the autumn insects in the autumn night. ——Lu Zhaolin, Tang Dynasty, "Shiji Wen·Beifu"
7. The birds are still chirping in the after-spring, but the lotus flowers are not yet blooming in the near summer. ——Tang Dynasty Zhao Dongxi "Fenghe Shengzhi sent Zhang Shuo Jixian Bachelor to give a banquet and get the word lotus"
8. The wild flowers are blooming, and the valley bird sings quietly. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Guo Guanhua Temple Tanxing Master Shanyuan"
9. The beginning of spring is interpreted as the Lord of Thousands, and hundreds of birds can sing before dawn. ——"Listening to the Moth" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
10. Flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and birds peek out of the bamboos. ——Tang Zuyong "The Qingming Banquet for Sir Liu Langzhong's Farewell Industry"
11. The flowers from the sky are endless, and birds are flying everywhere. ——Qi Wuqian of the Tang Dynasty, "Sulongxing Temple"
12. People walk in the mirror, and birds fly in the screen. ——"A Journey to the Clear Stream" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
13. Good birds sing in the backyard to welcome the spring, and flying flowers bring wine and dance on the front eaves. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Dongxi Gong's Residence in Seclusion"
14. But I saw the mourning bird calling the old tree, and the male flying and the female flying around the forest. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "The Road to Shu is Difficult"
15. The peach blossoms chase the poplar flowers and fall, and the yellow birds sometimes fly. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Wine in Qujiang"
16. The cold flowers are hidden among the grass, and the old birds choose the deep branches. ——Du Fu's "Twilight"
17. The green birds in the river are more than white, and the mountains are blue and green. ——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"
18. The color of the willows is still light when the smoke adds to the smoke, and the plum blossoms have fallen frequently when the birds step on them. ——Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty "Happy Spring with Mr. Li Xianggong of Bianzhou"
19. The fine trees are singing and the birds are singing, and the clear buildings are filled with wild smoke. ——Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Four Rhymes of Muzhou"
20. The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late. ——Du Mu's "Inscribed on Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple" 2. What are the poems about birds?
1 Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. 2. I shed tears when I feel the flowers bloom, and I hate the other birds. 3. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth. 4 There is a lonely grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. 5. A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky. 6. Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. 7. The maids filled the Spring Palace like flowers, but now only partridges are flying. 8. At dusk, the east wind blows, the spring grass is green, and partridges fly up to Yuewang Terrace. 9. In the rain, the fire is forbidden and the room is cold. The orioles on the river sit alone and listen. 10. Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows slant in the breeze. 11. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. 12. The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan. 13. Zhuang Sheng is fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looks forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos. 14. All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. 15. People in the past have gone by Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is empty here.
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Ancient poems about birds
Egret Du Mu, wearing snow-clad snow-haired green jade beak, swarms of fish in the shadow of the stream. Flying away in shock, the green mountains are reflected, and a pear tree falls in the morning breeze.
Quatrains by Du Fu Two orioles sing in the green willows and a row of egrets climbs up to the blue sky window, containing the Xiling Qianqiu Snow Gate and mooring the Dongwu Wanli Ship
The goose bends its neck to sing to the sky, its white feathers are floating in green The water anthurium moves the clear waves
Xijiang Moon·Xin Qiji walks on the yellow sand road at night
The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
Bai Juyi's spring trip to Qiantang Lake
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment. Under the fortress, under the Qululun Moon, black geese are flying high, and Chanyu is fleeing at night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.
Tianjingsha · Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon. 4. Poems about birds
Author Title Content Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection·Hua Zigang The birds are flying endlessly, and the mountains are covered with autumn colors.
Going up and down Huazigang, I feel so melancholy. Wang Wei Wangchuan Collection Mulan Chai The autumn mountains collect the remaining photos, and the flying birds chase their former partners.
The colorful greenery is clear, but the twilight sky is nowhere to be found. Wang Wei Huangfu Yue Yunxi's Five Miscellaneous Poems · Birdsong Stream People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. Wang Wei sent Li's relics to Lingaotai. He sent Li to Lingaotai to send him off. How far is Sichuan Yuan Yao from?
At dusk, the birds return, and the travelers keep going. Wang Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems: I have seen the plum blossoms blooming, and heard the singing of birds again.
My heart is focused on the spring grass, and I am afraid of the steps ahead.
Pei Di Wangchuan Collection of Twenty Poems·Mulan Chai When the sun sets, the sound of birds disturbs the stream.
Yuanxi Road turns deep, when will the tranquility end? Pei Di Wangchuan Collection of Twenty Poems·Zhuli Pavilion I have been to Zhuli Pavilion and have a blind date with Tao.
Only mountain birds come and go, and it is so deep that there are no people in the world. Chu Guangxi's Four Songs from the South of the Yangtze River Leading water cat leaves along the stream, picking reed seedlings along the bank.
To cherish the mandarin ducks, I gently animate my wings. Wang Changling sent Tan Ba ??to Guilin. The guest's heart is still in Chu, and Jiangguan is back in Hunan.
Don’t forget the apes and birds, the weather is cold and the water is long. Liu Changqing sent his son-in-law Cui Zhenfu and Li Mu to Yangzhou. He carried his young son and fished for the rest of his life.
Please be kind to returning guests and don’t talk to people from Taoyuan. Meng Haoran climbed to the Xian Mountain Pavilion and sent it to Zhang Shaofu in the Jinling Mausoleum. The wind at the head of Xian was strong, and the cloud sails were like flying birds.
Pingxuan asked, Zhang Han wanted to come back. Meng Haoran Spring Dawn Sleeping in spring without realizing the dawn, I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. Li Bai Gaoguli The golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late.
Dance gracefully with wide sleeves, like a bird coming from the east across the sea. Li Bai's Traveling as a Trader Sea travelers take advantage of the sky's wind and sail their ships far away.
For example, a bird in the clouds disappears without a trace. Li Bai's Seventeen Songs of Qiupu The golden ostrich of Qiupu is rare in the world and in the sky.
The pheasant is shy of the water and dare not shine on the sweater. Li Bai's Seventeen Songs of Qiupu The Luo Ren Heng Niao Dao, Jiang Zu came out of the fish beam.
The water is rushing, the boat is rushing, and the mountain flowers are fragrant. Li Bai looked at Papaya Mountain: Get up early to see the sunrise, and see the roosting birds return at dusk.
The guest's heart feels sad, especially facing Papaya Mountain. Li Bai's Drunken Title in Hanyang Hall: I am like a partridge, migrating south and flying north in a lazy way.
At that time, I looked for Hanyang's order and returned home drunk in the middle of the month. Li Bai sat alone on Jingting Mountain. All the birds were flying high, and the lonely cloud was alone.
The only one I never tire of seeing is Jingting Mountain. Li Bai Self-dismissal: I am not drunk with wine, and my clothes are filled with fallen flowers.
When you are drunk, you will see the moon in the stream, and the birds will be rare again. Li Bai Wisteria Tree Wisteria hangs cloud trees, and the flowers and vines are suitable for spring.
The dense leaves hide the singing birds, and the fragrant wind lingers on the beauties. Wei Yingwu Nostalgia for the Ancients at Changmen A single bird sits under a tall tree, and you can see Wuyuan Garden from afar.
A desolate story through the ages, leaning against the Chang Gate at dusk. Wei Yingwu Night View The night has fallen silent in the South Tower, and dark birds are moving in the forest.
Nothing about the city can be seen, only the four mountains are sinking. Wei Yingwu stayed alone with Baozi in Qiuzhai. The moon on the mountain was as bright as a candle, and the bamboos moved in the wind and frost.
In the middle of the night, birds start to perch, and people stay alone in the windows. Cen Shen inscribed the calligraphy platform Cangjie of Sanhui Temple. The deserted platform of the wild temple is late, and the ancient trees are sad in the cold weather.
There are traces of birds on the empty steps, just like when the book was made. Guo Xiang's slogan on the way (a poem written by Lu Zhen): Holding jade to Chu for three times, carrying books to Qin for ten years.
Every year in Luoyang, flowers and birds return home. Two Quatrains by Du Fu The green birds in the river are more than white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are about to burn.
This spring has come and gone, and when will it be the return year? Du Fu's Six Quatrains The heavy rain carries the stream at its feet, and the slanting light turns around the tree waist.
Yellow birds mingled across the nest, white fish jumped over the algae. Du Fu's Six Quatrains The river moves, the moon moves the rocks, the stream is empty and the clouds are beside the flowers.
Birds perch know the old way, and sailors know whose house they will stay at. One Hundred Untitled Poems from Qian Qi's Journey to the River (One poem by Qian Jue) The sandbirds startled by the speed, splashing in the sunset waves.
Regardless of the abundance of fish, beware of just one fish. 5. Poems about birds
Painting Birds
① Poems without the word "bird"
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——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 Tour to the Lake"
There are lonely grasses growing on the shore, 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 fall away, and the swallows return, 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. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "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 eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Watching and Hunting"
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows on the bank are drunk with 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 "Fisher's Song"
When the chickens are driven up the trees, they first hear the sound of knocking on the wood and thorns. ——"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 made of Jiuqiu Peng. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon and Feelings"
Withered vines, old trees and 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. ——Fafu Cui Huang's edict of Hao Cuo Tong Bing Kuo - "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 cicada-noisy 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" 6. Poems about the setting sun and birds
Wandering at the setting sun Xie Tiao There is so much noise in the sky, but the sun has not left home.
The setting sun remains clear, and I sit high under the east window. The cold locust trees are growing like bunches, and the autumn chrysanthemums are blooming.
I ask when this happens, the cool breeze embraces the horse. I am a guest who has returned home injured, and thinks again of those who have left home.
There are not many passions and happiness, but there are only a few documents. Since there is no evil government, Luoyang Society can only rest.
Gazing at the sunset by Ma Dai The solitary clouds and returning birds travel thousands of miles in a short time. Why am I still missing? I haven't returned home for a long time.
Under the slight sun, the trees look like autumn mountains in the distance. I don't dare to look at it when I'm near the water. I'm afraid that my face will look the same as before.
On the way (One is the setting sun) Looking at hometown by Meng Haoran When traveling as a traveler, I am worried about the setting sun, and I am reminded of my hometown. The situation is outside his mountain, the weather is cold and the birds are coming in the evening.
The snow is deep and the road is lost, and the clouds are dark and the balcony is lost. It's a pity that the panicked son is singing loudly, who will be the matchmaker?
The setting sun by Du Fu The setting sun is on the curtain hook, and the spring scene is quiet by the stream. Fangfei is on the edge of the beach, and the woodcutter is leaning on the boat on the beach.
Crying birds compete with each other on the branches, and flying insects roam the courtyard. Who created the turbid mash for you? One drink will dispel a thousand worries.
Sunset at the border town by King Luo Bin Zi Sai Liusha to the north, Huang Tu Ba Shui to the east. Once I say goodbye to Zudou, I will chase Shapeng thousands of miles away.
The waiting moon is always full, and the source is repeatedly emptied. The wilderness is dark and the air is combined, and the beacons are clear and the smoke is clear.
The physical strength is tired from the dust, and the years on the battlefield are exhausted. The rivers are full of rocks and the mountain roads are far and wide.
Aspirations are high, and sincerity runs through the white rainbow. If your kindness can be repaid, there are male and female dragon swords.
Recalling the Setting Sun in the Mountains by Li Bai After the rain, the misty scenery is green, and the remaining clouds are scattered on a sunny day. The east wind returns with spring and brings flowers to my branches.
It is almost twilight when the flowers fall, and it makes people sigh when they see this. I would like to travel to famous mountains and learn the Tao of Flying Dansha.
The setting sun shines on the mountain. Anonymous Pei Huikong was at the foot of the empty mountain, and the setting sun was setting in the late evening. The round shadow passes over the peaks and ridges, and half-circles enter the thin forest.
Yu Guangche’s group of women are divided into many gullies. The stone mirror is extremely clear, and the light from the rock shines brightly.
The birds are gone, and the evening smoke is growing in the desert. Who knows this situation again? I am grateful and happy.
The setting sun, Qi Ji, is shining on the high platform in the evening, with the remaining bells and horns reminding me. It has been half a lifetime to be able to sell and fall several times.
The leaves are blown by the dark wind, and the sky is dim. Because of thinking about ancient people and affairs, they have become dusty.
The sky is clear and the sand is clear. Autumn. Unnamed. The sunset in the isolated village is covered with light smoke and jackdaws are seen on the old trees. Under the shadow of Feihong, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Fisherman's Ao Fan Zhongyan The scenery is strange when autumn comes in the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is setting and the city is closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away. The swallows have no plan to return, and the Qiang pipes are covered with frost.
When people are sleepless, the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. On the Lake in Autumn by Xue Ying A trip to the five lakes at sunset, the mist is everywhere with melancholy.
Who can ask about the ups and downs of the ages? Wang Wei, who was sent to the fortress, wanted to ask about the border when he was riding a bicycle. He belonged to the country and passed by Juyan. Zheng Peng left the Han Dynasty, returned to Yan and entered Wu Tian.
The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river. When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran.
Title: Du Mu The cultural relics of the Six Dynasties are scattered all over the sky, the sky is light and the clouds are clear, the same as today and the past. Birds go and birds come. In the scenery of mountains, people sing and cry in the sound of water.
In late autumn, thousands of houses are covered with rain, and a flute of wind blows on the rooftop as the sun sets. I am melancholy that I will never see Fan Li, and there are scattered smoke and trees in the east of the five lakes.
Gao Pavilion by Bai Juyi. The ridge of the pavilion is too high. Please do not demolish it. The owner will keep it as the west mountain. It's beautiful where the setting sun slants, half-circled by a mist of spring mist.
Night view of Jiangcun by Dai Fuxu The setting sun shines on the flat sand at the head of the river, and the fishing boats lean on the bank when the tide recedes. A pair of white birds stand near the water. When they see people, they get up and enter the reed flowers.
Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains by Wu Jun I can see the smoke coming from the mountains, and I can see the setting sun in the bamboos. Birds fly to the eaves and clouds come out of the window.
Evening in the village, Lei Zhen, the grass is full, the pond is full of water, the setting sun on the mountain is soaked in cold ripples. The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.
Jinling Evening View Gao Chan once returned to the evening green with floating clouds, and still accompanied the setting sun with the sound of autumn; There are infinite painting hands in the world, and it is sad that they cannot be painted. Farewell to a Friend Li Bai Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng.
This place is different, and I have traveled thousands of miles alone. The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend.
I waved my hand and went away, the horse roared. Farewell to the King on his eleventh trip to the south by Liu Changqing. I look at you in the vast sea of ??smoke and water, and wave my hands with tears in my handkerchief.
The flying birds are nowhere to be seen, and the green mountains are empty to people. The Yangtze River is sailing far away, and the setting sun is spring across the lakes.
Who can see the white apples on Tingzhou, lovesickness and sorrow. The Resentment of the Exiled Immortal by Liu Changqing The sun sets over the Qingchuan River, and the melancholy boat is released.
Birds fly far and near to Pingwu, and people follow the flowing water from east to west. The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the bright moon is in front of the stream and behind it.
I hate being banished to Changsha, and the spring grass in the rivers and lakes is luxuriant. Evening Breeze Yang Wanli The evening breeze does not allow you to see clear ripples, but it allows heavy curtains to hang to the ground.
There are no mountains in the plains to cover the setting sun, and the west window turns red when the moon comes. 7. Poems about birds
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets flies up to the blue sky to beat up the orioles. The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the flying birds greet each other. Answer: Baomu Yushan | Level 5 | 2009-6-2 17:02 Birdsong Stream Wang Wei people are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. Songbird Ouyang Xiu I have been slandered verbally and physically, and every time I hear clever words, I should be disgusted.
When spring comes to the mountain city, I feel lonely and miserable, and I always hate the absence of Pingting. When flowers bloom and birds sing, they often get drunk. Drunkness makes friends with flowers and birds.
The flowers can look at me and smile, and the birds persuade me to drink without mercy. I cherish the scenery when I am free, drink wine, and fear that the birds will scatter and the flowers will fly away.
The funny spirit is all by the Chu Ze River, the dissolute, haggard and sad alone is awake. The thrush Ouyang Xiu moves at will with hundreds of chirps, the mountain flowers are red and the purple trees are high and low. Then I realized that listening to the lock in the golden cage was not as good as the free cry in the forest.
Farewell to the Lover Li Bai The clear water does not move at all, but the peach blossoms grow on the shore. The peach blossoms change the color of the water, and the waves sway in the spring light.
I love my beautiful son, and I love my articles. The wind blows the green harp away, and the music is played by the purple mandarin duck.
It used to be a fish in one water, but now it is a bird with two branches. The rooster crows in mourning, reaching five dawns every night.
Break the acacia tree and give it to the wise heart. The water cannot be collected, and the traveling clouds cannot be found again.
There are birds at the end of the world, but there is no such thing as Yao Huayin. Three poems about the magpie's first return. Sikong Tu. The red magpie knows the opportunity and flies away from the heavy ground for a long time.
Just because I have always cherished my love, I greet my master at the window now. In the mountains, we only cherish rare birds, and our words are indistinguishable and we can clearly understand your heart.
If someone could explain the affairs of the world, Yantai would be built with thousands of gold. To prevent him from reaching Chaifei, he had no choice but to steal the bird and turn it into fat.
The Laier forest pond adds to the scenery, and the remaining mountain fruits are used to guide students back home. White Egret by Lu Tong The white egret is carved into pieces of jade, eager to catch the delicate scales.
Standing with your feet up in the sand is not the right time. You don’t know how to stand idle when you are next to others. Supplementary answer: I sleep in the spring without realizing the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. - Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring streams.
――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are returning. ――――Tao Yuanming, "Drinking" The flowers splash with tears when I feel sad, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
――――Du Fu's "Spring Outlook" There are clouds growing in the chest, and birds returning from the canthus. ――――Du Fu's "Wang Yue" The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
(Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream") Thousands of mountains have lost their birds, and thousands of people have disappeared. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue") I am moved to tears by flowers, and the birds are frightened by hatred.
(Du Fu: "Spring Outlook") When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn") There are clouds in the chest, and birds are returning from the canthus.
(Du Fu: "Wang Yue") The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking") The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people.
(Chang Jian: "Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind the Poshan Temple") All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain") The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon.
(Jia Dao: "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion") The noisy cicada forest is more quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded. (Wang Ji: "Enter the Ruoye Stream") When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. - Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are returning. ――――Tao Yuanming, "Drinking" The flowers splash with tears when I feel sad, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
――――Du Fu's "Spring Outlook" There are clouds growing in the chest, and birds returning from the canthus. ――――Du Fu's "Wang Yue" The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
(Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream") Thousands of mountains have lost their birds, and thousands of people have disappeared. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue") I am moved to tears by flowers, and the birds are frightened by hatred.
(Du Fu: "Spring Outlook") When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn") There are clouds in the chest, and birds are returning from the canthus.
(Du Fu: "Wang Yue") The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking") The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people.
(Chang Jian: "Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind the Poshan Temple") All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain") The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon.
(Jia Dao: "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion") The noisy cicada forest is more quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded. (Wang Ji: "Entering Ruoye River"). 8. 10 poems describing birds
1. The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. -----Wang Wei
2. Flying birds look up at the black kite. Ling Xuanxu's name is Pianpian. ----
3. The savages have no calendar, and they know the four seasons by the crow of birds: in February, if you hear the cuckoo, spring plowing cannot be late; in March, if you hear the oriole, the young women and silkworms will be hungry; in April, if you hear the cuckoo, the house will be home. There are clusters of silkworms; in May the crow calls, and the young seedlings worry about the lush grass. ---Lu You
4. In spring, embroidered feathers are in full bloom, and at dusk, they roost in the bamboo forest. ----Gu Kuang
5. Kingfishers come to gather at this time. Wings fluttering to describe. ----Cai Yong
6. Birds return with wings and fly with flying wings. ----Tao Yuanming
7. The bird returns with wings and wanders in the forest. -----Tao Yuanming
8. Yellow birds, yellow birds, don’t gather in □, don’t peck my millet. ----The Book of Songs
9. Cross the yellow bird and stop at the thorns. Who follows Duke Mu? Zi Che is dying. ---The Book of Songs
10. I am frightened and lose my strength. The pink wall is high, what a voice and feathers.
---Zheng Gu