There are two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. "Evening View of the Spring River in Huichong" - Su Shi
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water. "Fishermen's Song" "Zhang Zhihe"
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky. "Quequatrains" - Du Fu
Two evening scenes on the Spring River by Su Shi Hui
A few branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The reeds are all over the ground and the reed buds are short, which is when the pufferfish is about to come.
Two quatrains
The beauty of the country in Chiri
The fragrance of flowers and grass in the spring breeze
The mud melts and the flying swallows
The sand Warm sleeping mandarin ducks
The green birds on the river are more than white
The blue flowers of the mountains are about to burn
This spring has passed again
When is the return year 2 .Poems describing spring animals and plants
1. Visiting the garden is not worth it
The author Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty
I should pity the clogs with green moss on their teeth, and the small buckle of the firewood will not open for a long time. open.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
Translation
Perhaps the owner of the garden was worried that my clogs would trample the moss he cherished, so he knocked lightly on the wood door, but no one came to open it for a long time. But after all, the spring beauty in the garden cannot be contained. Look, there is a pink apricot flower sticking out of the wall.
2. Ode to the Willow
Author He Zhizhang, Tang Dynasty
Jasper is made up to the height of a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Translation
The tall willow trees are covered with new green leaves, and the gentle willow branches hang down, like thousands of gently fluttering green ribbons. Whose skillful hands cut these thin young leaves? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February, like a pair of dexterous scissors.
3. Village Living
Author Gao Ding, Qing Dynasty
The grass grows and the orioles fly in February, and the willows brush the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.
Translation
In the second month of the lunar calendar, the grass in and around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying here and there. The willows are covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the embankment. The water vapor that evaporates between the water and vegetation condenses like smoke. The willows seem to be intoxicated by this rich scenery. The children in the village hurried home after school and took advantage of the east wind to fly kites into the blue sky.
4. In early spring, Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water (Part 1)
Author Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the grass is green from a distance. But no.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Translation
Over the streets of the capital city, there is a heavy rain. The rain is as fine and moist as milk. The grass emerges from the ground. From a distance, the grass color is vaguely connected, but when you look up close, it is not clear. Seems sparse and sporadic. The most beautiful scenery of the year is the scenery in early spring, which is far better than the late spring when the city is full of green poplars.
5. Huichong Chunjiang Xiaojing
Author Su Shi Dynasty Song Dynasty
Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Translation
Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest. Ducks are playing in the water. They are the first to notice the warming of the river in early spring. The river beach is already covered with wormwood, asparagus has begun to sprout, and the pufferfish are about to swim upstream from the sea to the river. 3. What are the ancient poems containing animals that describe spring?
1. "The River is Red Fifty Heads" by Guo Yingxiang of the Song Dynasty
Sad eyes, yellow bees and butterfly powder, grass smoke and flower dew. Don't dream about clouds and rain on the balcony, don't miss the spring trees in Weibei.
2. "White Silk Walk" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
In spring, clothes dance for you, and butterflies fly over and oriole whispers. The fallen hairspring is also sentimental, and should be lifted lightly when the wind shines.
3. "Butterfly Loves Flowers·A Jian of Slightly Cold Forbidden Green Gown" by Zhao Chongji of the Song Dynasty
The flowers bloom again, and the old swallows add new ones. The wind swirls down the red incense. Luan flies from the crabapple branches. The mist envelops you in spring. The green grass is clear and the love is like water.
4. "Yu Ge Zi·Chu Shan Qing" by Li Xun of the Song Dynasty
Willows are hanging on the silk, the trees are full of flowers, and the orioles are singing at dusk in spring on the bank of Chu. In a light boat, we go out of Shenpu, and the fisherman returns home slowly singing.
5. "Huanxi Sand" by Shi Hao of the Song Dynasty
The beautiful Zhu Ying overlooks the blue lake, and there is no dust in the wind and moon. It is worthy of the green ants to float around. What's more, spring is just refreshing, and the staff and quinoa are in harmony with the beginning of plum blossoms. There are no beads on the half-crusted branches.
4. Looking for two poems that are both about spring and contain animals
Two quatrains: The spring breeze in the mountains and rivers, the fragrant mud of flowers and grass melts, the swallows fly, the sand warms the sleep, the mandarin ducks in the river, the blue birds fly over the white mountains, the blue flowers are about to burn, watch this spring When will it be the year of return? Butterflies will be seen deep in the flowers, and dragonflies will fly in the water.
Fireflies are shining in the dark, and birds in the water are calling each other. Don't lean on the high branches, even if they are noisy, you should also look back at the praying mantis.
On the hairsprings curling in front of the eaves, there are spiders coming and going skillfully. Thousands of feet of clear silk hold up the time, a hundred tongues are silent and the swallows are busy.
Dragons roar in the Fangze and tigers roar in the hills. The goose holds one foot and leans on it, while the ape flies with both arms.
Although the sand is clean when the horses' hooves tread on it, the oxen leading the cart will bleed. Riding on the wind, the arrogant horse ran and stood in the air, while the rabbit and goshawk flew across the ground.
The phoenix is ??inferior to the chicken, the tiger is bullied by the rabbit before leaving the rock, the dragon lives in the shallow water and plays with toads. A white-headed old man rides a donkey to drink water.
Hooves on the shore, mouth to mouth in the water. The horse is really tired because it knows the road, and the cicada still makes a sound when it swallows it.
There are towering trees in thousands of valleys, and cuckoos ring in thousands of mountains. Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees.
The fragrant rice pecks at the remaining parrot grains, and the green parasol perches on the old phoenix branches. The swallows in the hall since I left, the gulls in the water are close to each other.
The young swallows fly in the spring water, and the wasps return with their small tails fluttering at the flowers. No one looked at the light rain all day long, and the mandarin ducks bathed in red clothes facing each other.
The crane stands on the lace jade, and the orioles sing on the strings of the trees. The crows are all gone, and Xiaoli hates who comes to sleep with the two swallows at night. The lamp backs the screen and the green pillow sleeps for several autumns. The early spring clouds under the toads blow away the rain on the Xiang curtain, and the fluffy butterflies fly back to the beam. The swallows return home in long strips. The small characters of "Mandarin Duck" hang down from the veins. I still remember that my hands are sparse. It's late at night and I haven't slept yet. People and mice are still watching the shadows of sycamore trees outside the green curtain of lamps. The jade tiger leads the golden well and returns to Hong. The old covenant comes before the frost. I can send fragrant notes. The characters are new and dense in green and sparse in red. , the oriole's crow failed in the last day, the cold leak also urged each other, simply exhausted, the wild chicken sang, the green window has red tears, the early wild goose and the early oriole's farewell are so clear, the midnight swan dreams and early awakening, the spring teal head, the spring mountain duck Mouth, the tobacco silk is weak, the wind is leaning against the broken belt, but still leaving a begging sentence, the spotted hair is nowhere to be found, laughing and curling up in the light shirt, fish roe, trying to flutter at the flowing firefly, startling the amphibious butterflies, how many fragrant notes make an appointment, Qingluan is gone, who can persuade me I drink alone in the green mausoleum and dream of butterflies. When will the phoenixes and green birds hanging upside down cut brocade characters? The jade insects cut the spring streamers all night long. I hear the partridges crow all over. The short and long pavilions are full of traces of traffic and horses. The place where Xianjun built is so secluded that no one knows. , Let's laugh and cook, the perch takes advantage of the blue eyes of the silkworm silk to watch the chickens and dogs climbing up the ladder to heaven, Huang Jiu invites Qin Qi to plow the dust in his dream, the deer among the bananas, overturning his hands, watching the chess game, I sigh, the only parrot in the west corridor is the solitary red Words, three lives are promised, but Liang Hong and I Xiao Xiaowei are the substitutes of horses, laughing people are lonely, there are morning cows leaning on horses, guests are pasting on the monument, cockfighters are flicking the lights in front of the Buddha, birch houses, fish clothes and willows are building the city, dragon scales are moving, the waves are awakening, flying Should we chase hungry chickens from the ancient Qing garrison in the east of the sea, and catch six wild pheasants in the deserted city? The pole brushes the coral. Returning to the dream across the Lang River, and is broken by the sound of the river. The old things are chased by the cold wave, and the hatred of the cuckoo is still lingering. The geese and the palace crows, the mountains are deep and the sun is easy to tilt. At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier comes to my dream.
Every old friend is a chicken and millet. (Just looking for animals from poems, they can die~) Goose, goose, song to the sky.
The blue bird flew up to the golden well railing with grapes in its mouth. I am a madman of Chu, and Feng Ge laughs at Confucius.
Everyone has looked for poems, poems, poems... Why is no one looking for words... Let me throw a brick first: the flowers have faded and are red, the green apricots are small, when the swallows are flying, the green water is surrounded by people. The tears are red and the crocodile silk is seeping through (the same annotation as the old friend's village~)... In the evening, the jackdaws are sad... The dragon and the tiger) eat each other, and fight to catch the mad Qin.
How can the righteous voice be vague and complain (people). Yang (horse) stirs up waves and spreads boundlessly.
My old friend Xici (Yellow Crane) Tower, fireworks are falling in Yangzhou in March. In the year of Li (turtle) in the south of the Yangtze River, it is common in King Qi's house, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times.
It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will see it again when the flowers are falling. The green grass on the steps reflects the color of spring, and the leaves (oriole) across the leaves have a good sound in the sky.
But the flying generals of the (Dragon) City are here, and they do not teach the Hu (horse) to cross the Yin Mountain. The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south are thinking deeply.
Several clumps of sand and grass are scattered, and a heron is flying across the vast river fields. Send a letter to the doctor in Songyun, Qin Shu, who has been away from home for a long time, and the two carps are far away from each other.
Don’t ask about the old guests in Liangyuan. Maoling is suffering from autumn rain disease.