1. Poems about breaking out of cocoons
Poems about breaking out of cocoons 1. What are the poems that describe breaking out of cocoons and becoming butterflies
1. Butterfly flying
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Tang Dynasty: Li He
Poplar flowers flutter against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen makes the eyes gleam with drunkenness.
The butterfly flies from the east to the west, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
The translation is as follows: Butterflies flutter gently on the sleeping tent indoors, and the warm breath of spring exudes from the sleeping tent. There is a luxurious tortoise shell screen in front of the bed, and her beautiful colorful clothes are draped on the bed. The young husband is away from home for a long time, flying around like a butterfly. At this time today, he was riding a white horse back to his home.
2. Drunk in the Sky·Ode to the Big Butterfly
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Heqing
The ball broke the dream of Zhuang Zhou, riding the east wind with two wings, three hundred famous gardens, one Pick an empty one.
Who knows how to be romantic and frighten the bees seeking beauty?
Flying gently, it slapped the flower seller across the east side of the bridge.
The translation is as follows: Breaking through Zhuang Zhou’s dream and coming to reality, his huge wings are riding the mighty east wind. He collected all the nectar from three hundred famous gardens. Who knew that it was born to be romantic and scared away the honey bees. The wings flapped gently, sending the flower sellers across the bridge to the east.
3. Jade Butterfly·The autumn wind saddens separation
Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
The autumn wind saddens separation and the travelers have not returned. The grass outside the Great Wall fades first, and the geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows. Falling down makes people sad, but who knows if one's heart is broken.
The translation is as follows: The sad autumn wind has begun to blow, the weather has turned cooler, and the people who have traveled far away have not returned yet, which makes people worried and adds to the sadness of parting. Now outside the Great Wall, there should be decayed grass all over the fields, withered and yellow everywhere, but the northern geese flying to the south of the Yangtze River have not yet arrived.
The young face has faded and withered like a hibiscus, and the new eyebrows have lost their former color like willow leaves. She saw the scene of the falling fragrance in autumn, and missed people after seeing things, and her heart was filled with sadness. But who knew the heart-breaking sorrow of separation?
4. Two Songs from Qujiang
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
A flutter of flowers reduces spring, and thousands of points in the wind make people sad.
Looking at the eyes full of desire, don’t be afraid of getting too much wine into your lips.
There is a nest of emeralds in the small hall on the river, and a unicorn lies in the high tomb beside the garden.
If you think about physics carefully, you must have fun, so why bother with glory.
I wear spring clothes every day when I return to the dynasty, and I return drunk from the river head every day.
Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years.
You can see butterflies deeply through the flowers, and dragonflies fly in the water.
Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing, so don’t go against each other for the time being.
The translation is as follows: A falling petal makes people feel that the spring beauty has diminished. Nowadays, the wind knocks thousands of flowers to the ground. How can it not make people worried? Let’s watch the dying flowers fly by in front of our eyes, and we no longer feel tired of drinking too much wine. The emerald bird makes its nest in the pavilion on Qujiang River, and the stone unicorn that used to be majestic now lies on the ground.
If we carefully study the reasons behind the rise and fall of things, we should enjoy ourselves in time. Why should we let vain honor constrain ourselves? When I came back from the court, I would pawn my spring clothes every day. The money I got in exchange would go to Jiangtou to buy wine every day, and I wouldn't come back until I was drunk. Drinking debts are common everywhere. It is a common and trivial matter. It is rare in ancient times for people to live to be seventy years old.
But I saw butterflies shuttling back and forth in the depths of the flowers, and dragonflies flying across the water, tapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang, let me stay with Chunguang. Although we are temporarily complimentary, don't break it!
5. Looking at Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterflies
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Jiangnan butterflies, a pair in the slanting sun. The body is like He Langquan Fufen, the heart is like Han Shou who loves to steal fragrance. Talent and frivolity.
After the light rain, the thin wings are greasy and smoky. Only then did I accompany You Feng to the small courtyard, and then followed Fei Xu across the east wall. Growing up is busy with flowers.
The translation is as follows: Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River dance gracefully in the sunset. She is as beautiful as He Yan, lingering among flowers, sucking nectar, and has a frivolous nature.
After a light rain, the butterfly's pink wings, greasy with water, shimmered in the setting sun. It just flew into the small courtyard with the bees, and crossed the east wall with the catkins, often rushing for flowers.
2. Poems about breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly should be common, the more the better
Heart Wall
I lost my shadow
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The sun lives in the depths of the clouds
Reluctant to come out
Hit by a thought
The falling flowers ended early
< p> Throughout the summerThose unborn fruits
Still looking forward to the day to meet autumn
Reef Standing on the river bank
Shake the dust from your clothes
The tide disappears
A few water splashes that are too late to wither
Don't get caught in the wind The corners of clothes
Some poems that were too late to be planted
Rotting into mud
The sound of falling flowers
One
A bud that has missed its flowering period
The petals have borrowed the spring breeze
There is still one petal lying on the arms of summer
Sweat-ridden arms
Still dreaming of spring
Forgetting the date of return
again
Putting all the time together and retreating
Like a fire that was originally hot
Panting and about to burn out
The stream hugs the hot rocks
Kissing passionately
Lost weight
Listening to the stars gradually burning
In the sky
Like countless fireworks
Lighting and dying in the ears
What needs to be done now is
Waiting for a flower to slowly turn into a sweet fruit
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Put your palms together and pray
Embrace a graceful lifestyle
From this moment on
The door of Buddhism is open, and the autumn outside is as deep as the sea
Three
For another kind of piety
I struggled with the spring breeze for three months
before I set a date with autumn
at Guaguo The season of fragrance
In order to date, I must grow up
The price of maturity
is to exchange a flowery face
for a The ticket to open the soul
A date with autumn, give up
All superficial glitz
Come and dance
A rich The promise of the soul
Taste is the only guest at the banquet
Four
My body, from light to heavy
Like snow The melting of flowers nourishes prosperity
Reincarnation in the hurried cracks of the seasons
There is no time to sigh
The calyx frees up its hand and rings the doorbell
The sound of falling flowers opened a door
I walked from the outside
into the door
Five
The flower that lost its breath< /p>
Sitting cross-legged on the calyx
Life is adjusted to zero in the form of a smile
And the fruit is still on the way
Nothing I don’t know
Six
This is an apple blossom
It’s also for a date in autumn, and I come here covered with stars and moon
People are here In the body lying horizontally, I found a
The largest star
Seven
The train of the spring girl's skirt shortened in circles
< p> Exposing the long legs, runningThe petals fell back
Only the stamens stood upright
Reaching into Qiu's pocket
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I grabbed a handful of Qiu Liang
and some fruits that were brewing
Sweet and fragrant
Eight
The wind passes through the branches
Those tides, circuitous
Return to the moon's body
The moon drips down
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The soilless sky
Sorry... I only have poetry, it depends on you...
The sound of falling flowers , woke up with a start
A red ripe fruit
emerged from the calyx-like cloud
3. An ancient poem about the difficulties of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon
It’s hard to find a butterfly that has broken out of its cocoon. But I found some ancient poems about butterflies for you. I hope it will be useful to you. Die Loves Flowers. The past life of a butterfly is ordinary.
I am temporarily sending green branches, which time they will dew in the morning. The mist of the moon is filled with confusion, and silkworms spin out thousands of threads.
Qingwu now raises her wings. If you fight hard to be reborn, you will have countless flowers.
The dream of breaking out of the cocoon is full of admiration, who can complain about the scenery. Qi Tianle. Flying butterflies circle the branches and have light shadows deep in the forest, dancing in colorful clothes.
The grass swirls frequently, the flowers rise and fall, looking after each other and going away together. A little lingering.
Passing through the deep courtyard, there are heavy doors and green gauze windows. In the fluffy wind, two people whispering tiredly on the bottom of the leaves.
Adding to the confusion for no reason. Luo was slapped and Zhu Lan was jealous.
It’s hard to rely on jade wings. It’s empty to hold dawn dreams. What’s the point of being lonely in a good time. The shadow is full of shadows, drifting away in a trance, who can complain about this.
Brilliant light, the most pitiful couple. Jinse by Li Shangyin Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss. Lu You's "Winter Night": A cup of poppies was offered by barbarians, and Zhuang Zhou was empty of both butterflies.
The butterflies dance around and play, and there are already dragonflies standing on their heads. The butterflies are flying. Li He, Tang Dynasty. The poplar flowers flutter against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen is full of drunken eyes. Butterflies from the east fly to the west, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Butterfly Tang Qiji Where is the red color on the back, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
Jade Butterfly Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty The autumn wind is sad and sad, and the travelers have not returned. The grass outside the Great Wall fades first, and the geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows. Falling down makes people sad, but who knows if one's heart is broken.
Two Butterfly Songs by Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty The ethereal caterpillar sheds its shell slightly, unable to bear the heavy smoke and falling rain. A branch of beautiful flowers lives here to study, and a few spring breezes fly by.
Every time you worry about chickens and birds, the fragrant fragrance lingers around Qiluo's clothes. How can ruthlessness explain Guanhun's dream? Don't believe Zhuang Zhou's right and wrong.
The sun shines through the green and red, and the spring shines in all your worries. What I dislike the most is the goddess coming to make the rain fall. I love accompanying Xi Shi to pick incense.
When the wind is calm, pistil powder should only be collected, and when the night is cold, it is a place to stay in the flower house. The nature of the singing cicada is very broad, and it is empty to explain the noisy sunset of the three autumns.
Three Poems on Butterflies by Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty It is not difficult for a moth to fly in a cocoon, it will definitely pass by where there are fragrant flowers. The sky breeze carries me away lightly, but the spider laughs at its weaving.
Ranran both brushed the painting railing, and the beautiful woman stole a glance at it again and again. Don't be fooled into thinking that your wings are short and you can fly long and close. It's hard to flutter among the flowers.
There is no reason why Xuxu can reach him. There are so many desolate paths in the wild park. If you don't hear silk and bamboo, who will teach you dance? You should rely on the wandering orioles to sing.
Cold bees pick chrysanthemums by Tang Gengmao. Swimming under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemums. Bringing sound to the pistil, even the shadow is in the fragrance.
Go and live in the lingering fog, with the wind blowing up and down. I feel ashamed that I am a strange butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul.
Inscribed on hibiscus flowers, Tang Rongyu used his own money to buy hibiscus plants, and the flowers would bloom only after two years. The bright red beauty is not allowed to see, but the butterflies are eager to know that they have arrived early.
Spring Day in Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty. Suddenly, the scenery in the east is getting late, and the wild plum mountains and apricots are dark and fragrant. The remaining horns are blowing on the Luoxing Tower, and the sunset is hanging in the Yanyue camp.
The dreams of travel are scattered with the butterflies, and the departed souls gradually fly away like cuckoos. The mortal world blocks the streets of Chang'an, and the king of fragrant grass does not return at dusk.
Seeing Rain in the Boat by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty Tonight I heard the rain for the first time, Du Ruoqing from Jiangnan. No matter how reckless fame is, brothers will always wither.
The dream is far away and I am worried about butterflies, and I am deeply ashamed of the wagtail. He cares about the orphan all day long, and his life experience is still in Ping.
Jiang Xing Tang Yu Xuanji The river hugs Wuchang slanting across the river, and there are thousands of households in front of Parrot Island. The painting boat is sleeping in the spring and the morning is not over yet, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
The fireworks have entered Cormorant Harbor, and the boat is still along Parrot Island. I can't even wake up and groan when I'm drunk. I'm shocked at the head of the Han River.
Inscribed on Zhenniang’s Tomb by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. The Buddha was buried in Luoyi, and this is where her lonely soul returned. Dance for the dream of a butterfly, sing for the shrike to fly.
The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the blue moth is shining at night with the moonlight. Once the sad flowers fall, there will be no regrets for the spring glory.
Peonies, Tang Dynasty Pei said, "A few of them are enough to enchant the city, and the peaches and plums are in full bloom." It's not like seeing someone in poverty, it's not like being born in the earth.
This thing is undoubtedly priceless and uniquely famous in spring. The bees and butterflies come and go in a passionate mood.
Begonia by Zhenggu of the Tang Dynasty The spring breeze is intended to even out the colors, making it popular for carrying glasses and composing poems. The beauty is most suitable for new rain, and the beauty is all about blooming.
Don’t worry about wearing pink and white flowers by the window, and Liang Guang being too late to click on his paintings. I can't see enough of him when he's drunk in the morning and sings in the evening. I envy him that butterflies live on deep branches.
Zhuihe Liu Yun Tang Li He Tingzhou white apple grass, Liu Yun returned on horseback. The hawthorn trees at the head of the river are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the shore.
The wine glass is full of dew, and the jade is full of tung trees. The Zhulou is connected to the water, and the sand is warm with a pair of fish.
Sending Dou Bingcao off by Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty. The pear blossoms are blooming in the garden, and the wandering girls are wearing Luo Yi. If you hear the resentment between lovers, you should run away and return home.
The sun warms up later in Yuqiao, and there are fewer orioles in Guandu early in the morning. Don’t miss the good time and watch the butterflies fly.
Answered by: Diepiandiewu - Xiucai Level 2 1-25 15:06 Nanxiangzi Su Shi The traces of frost and precipitation have faded, and the light green scales reveal the distant continent. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and whistling, the hat is worn but the head is sentimental.
If the festival is a reward, it will be the end of autumn. Everything is just a dream in the end, just rest, the yellow flowers and butterflies will be worried tomorrow.
Nan Gezi Su Shi Bring wine to wash away the mountain rain, and sleep in plain clothes at night. I don’t know that the bells and drums announce the dawn.
In the dream, butterflies are vivid and light. All your talents have been used up in old age, and your plans to return have not yet come true.
Asking for fields and asking for help and laughing at heroes. I love the sandy road by the lake and walk without mud.
4. What are the poems that describe emerging from the cocoon after suffering
"Reward Lotte Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The desolate land of Bashan and Chushui has been abandoned for twenty-three years.
Nostalgically reciting the poems on the flute in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.
Listen to a song of Junge today, and just have a glass of wine to keep your spirits up.
Definition: In the desolate place of Bashan and Chushui, I lived in silence for twenty-three years.
When I came back, things were different and people were different. I was like a bad person. I could only play the flute and compose poems, feeling extremely melancholy.
On the side of the sunken boat, thousands of sails are racing; in front of the diseased tree, thousands of trees are in spring.
Let me listen to you sing a song today, and cheer me up with a glass of wine.
"Traveling is Difficult"
Gold bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade plates cost ten thousand coins.
Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can’t eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun.
Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now?
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea.
Explanation: The wine in the gold cup is worth ten thousand dollars per dou, and the precious dishes in the jade plate are worth ten thousand dollars.
But my sadness made me put down my cup and chopsticks and refused to eat. He pulled out his sword and looked around, feeling confused.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, ice blocks the river; if you want to climb the Taihang Mountains, there will be heavy snow all over the mountains.
I recall that in those days, when Jiang was fishing in Taigong River, he met the talented King Wen. Yi Yin took a boat to dream about the sun and was hired by Shang Tang.
The road of life is so difficult, so difficult, and full of crossroads. Where is the real road?
I firmly believe that the time to ride the wind and waves will definitely come. At that time, we will set sail to sail across the blue sea and blue sky.
"Long Song Xing"
Han Dynasty: Anonymous
In the green garden, sunflowers bloom, and the morning dew waits for the setting sun.
When spring comes, all things will shine.
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither.
When hundreds of rivers reach the sea from the east, when will they return to the west?
If a young man doesn’t work hard, the old man will be miserable!
Definition: The sunflowers in the garden are all lush and green, rising under the crystal dew in the sun.
Spring spreads hope all over the earth, and everything appears prosperous.
I am often afraid that the chilling autumn will come, and the leaves will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
Hundreds of rivers are rushing eastward to the sea. When can they return to the west again?
If a young person does not work hard in time, he will only regret his life when he grows old.
"Sickness arose from the book"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The sick bones were torn apart and the hair was wide, and the lonely minister traveled thousands of miles to the river.
I dare not forget about my country because of my humble position. The matter is settled and I still have to wait for the coffin to be closed.
The gods of heaven and earth support the temple, and the elders of Beijing look forward to peace.
One table from the beginning can connect the present and the past, and you can turn on the light in the middle of the night to take a closer look.
Definition: The patient is so weak and thin that the gauze hat on his head looks too wide, and he lives alone by the river in Chengdu, thousands of miles away.
Although his position is low, he never dares to forget to worry about national affairs. However, if he wants to realize the ideal of reunification, the coffin can only be finalized after his death.
I hope that the gods of heaven and earth will bless the country and the country. The people in the north are looking forward to the monarch day and night to personally recover the lost rivers and mountains.
The spirit of loyalty and righteousness in Zhuge Kongming's handed down work "Chu Shi Biao" will last forever. If you can't sleep late at night, let's read it carefully.