1. Poems about butterflies, Poet Dynasty (please ask for 15 to 20 ancient poems about butterflies, written by Han Dynasty, author)
Poems about butterflies, Poet Dynasty (please ask for 15 to 20 poems about butterflies) Ancient poems about butterflies (including dynasties, authors) 1. Looking for 15 to 20 ancient poems about butterflies (including dynasties, authors)
On a winter night in the Song Dynasty, Luyou offered a cup of poppies to barbarians, but 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.
Jinse by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.
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.
Nanxiangzi Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The traces of frost and precipitation have collected, and the light green scales reveal the distant continents. 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 of the Song Dynasty 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.
2. Urgently looking for 15 to 20 ancient poems about butterflies (including dynasties and authors)
Winter Night in Song Dynasty Luyou A cup of poppies was offered by barbarians, but 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.
Jinse by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.
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.
Nanxiangzi Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The traces of frost and precipitation have collected, and the light green scales reveal the distant continents. 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 of the Song Dynasty 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 exhausted when you grow old, and your plan to return has 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.
3. Poems about butterflies
1. "Two Poems on Changgan Xing" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Original excerpt:
Moss It is too deep to be swept, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind.
In August, butterflies come and fly on the grass in the west garden.
Definition:
The green moss is too thick and difficult to clean, the leaves fall, and autumn comes early. In August, yellow butterflies danced on the grass in the West Garden.
2. "Rain and Clear" by Wang Jia of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
Before the rain, the stamens of the flowers were first seen, and after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.
Butterflies fly over the wall, but they suspect that spring is in the next door.
Definition:
Before the rain, the stamens can be seen when the flowers first bloom, but after the rain, the flowers are no longer visible among the green leaves. Bees and butterflies flew to the other side of the wall, and they still suspected that the spring scenery was in the neighbor's yard.
3. "Two Poems on Qujiang" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water.
Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing, so don’t go against each other for the time being.
Interpretation:
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!
4. "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" by Huang Chao of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Definition:
The rustling autumn wind blows over the ground, and the chrysanthemums in the garden are swaying. The fragrance of the stamens is full of chillness, making it difficult for butterflies and bees to come. One day, I will be the God of Spring, and I will arrange for chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom in spring.
5. "The Qingming Festival" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an empty hall, reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
Definition:
It is the Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green. Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby recalling the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting.
4. Ancient poems about butterflies
Famous lines from ancient poems about butterflies
Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard, and the pistils are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come by. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. ——Tang Dynasty. Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums"
The fence is sparsely one path deep, and the flowers on the tree tops have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
Thousands of butterflies in the blurred butterfly tree, their tails are like tassels in the green sky. Who would believe it without seeing the Butterfly Spring, where the shadows and flags cover the butterflies solemnly. —— "Shangguan Butterfly Spring" by Shachen of the Qing Dynasty
"Eight Miscellaneous Poems"
(Jin) Zhang Xie
Reporting on his duties, he went to the border town and restrained the army. Travel room.
When I got off the bus, it was like yesterday. I felt comfortable for four or five yuan.
May I ask when? Butterflies fly to South Garden.
The flowing waves are nostalgic for the old Pu, and the clouds are longing for the old mountains.
Fujian Yue Yiwen, Hu Ma is willing to save Yan.
It is natural that the local customs and customs are peaceful.
"The Resentment of the Master Bo Jizhe"
(Southern Dynasties) Xie Tiao
There are countless butterflies in the flowers, and the wind curtains enter the two swallows.
"Poem of Spring"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
The dust lingers on the wanderer's face, and the butterfly touches the beauty's hairpin.
"Two Ancient Poems" (Part 2)
(Southern Dynasties) Emperor Wu of Liang
Two flying butterflies, low and low.
5. Ancient poems about butterflies
In Li Bai's poem "Changgan Xing", there is also a sentence: "In August, the butterflies are yellow, and they fly to the grass in the West Garden." Du Fu wrote in his poem "Two Poems on Qujiang": "Butterflies can be seen deeply through the Huaxia Gorge, and they are flying in the meandering water."
It depicts butterflies flying among flowers for feeding, mating, and laying eggs, and dragonflies touching the water to lay eggs. Xie Yi of the Northern Song Dynasty described in "Butterfly": "Sometimes you can see catkins wildly following catkins, but where can you find dancing pear blossoms?"
The poem "Two Poems from Xugongdian, Suxin City" by Yang Wanli in the Southern Song Dynasty goes: "Children run in a hurry to chase yellow butterflies, and flying cauliflowers are nowhere to be found." They describe the white cauliflower flying among the white pear flowers and the yellow cauliflower respectively. The scene of white butterflies dancing happily among the yellow rapeseed flowers... "Jin Se" Li Shangyin's Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflecting on the past.
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.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
(The second couplet probably says that the past is like smoke) "Traveler on a Spring Eve" by Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty) The water flows and the flowers wither, sending the east wind through Chu City.
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branches watch the third night of the moon. The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? (This poem uses clear language and neat rhyme to express the feeling of cherishing spring and homesickness vividly and poetically) "Poetry of Proud Son" Li Shangyin wants to compete with the butterfly, but the catkins are not withered. (It writes about a young man running lively, chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Miscellaneous Poems No. 8" (Jin Dynasty) Zhang Xie reported his duties and went to the border town to restrain the army.
When I got off the bus, it was like yesterday. I felt comfortable for four or five yuan. May I ask when? Butterflies fly to South Garden.
The flowing waves are nostalgic for the old Pu, and the clouds are longing for the old mountains. Fujian Yue Yiwen, Hu Ma is willing to save Yan.
It is natural that the local customs and customs are peaceful. "Resentment with the Lord Bo Jizhe" (Southern Dynasties) Xie looked at the flowers and saw butterflies in random numbers, and the wind curtains entered the two swallows.
"Poem of Spring" (Tang Dynasty) Li Baichen lingers on the wanderer's face, and the butterfly touches the beauty's hairpin. "Two Ancient Poems" (Part 2) (Southern Dynasties) Emperor Wu of Liang flew two butterflies, low and low.
"Two Poems on Qujiang" (Part 2) (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu returned to the court to wear spring clothes every day, and returned home drunk every day at the head of the river. Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years of life.
The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water. They spread the word that the scenery is constantly changing, and they should not be incompatible with each other for the time being. [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] (Pan Xiangjiang River) (Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang God will pay me for this, and I will go to the Canglang in June.
Beyond the cicadas shed dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. [Sijia Ke] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying is obsessed with butterflies and disappears without a trace. Dreams fall deep in dawn, and the cold fragrance closes the heart of the small courtyard.
"The Back Hall in the Evening Day" (Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasty) by Emperor Jian Wen of Xiao Gang. The willows on the bank have long leaves, and the window peaches have fallen into thin tarsus. The flowers contain butterfly powder and bamboo leaves contain dragonfly beads.
"Answer" Liu Lingxian (female) sings orioles in the leaves, and plays with butterflies and ducks among the flowers. "The River is Red, Ignite the Cherry" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji's butterfly does not convey the dream of a thousand miles, and Zigui calls the third watch of the moon.
Listening to the voice on the pillow urging people to return, it is rare to return. (I hope Master Wang will miss his hometown in the north) "Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin The sun is slanting on the bank of Qingling Terrace, and the eternal soul is beautiful and beautiful. Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly, flying leisurely on other flowers.
"Li Yishan's Collected Poems" and "Ode to Butterflies" (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yikuang sometimes sees catkins dancing in the pear blossoms. The spring evening breeze on the river is warm and gentle, and the flower sellers are chasing each other across the bridge.
(Xie Yi composed three hundred butterfly poems, known as Xie Hudie, "Yuzhang Poetry Talk") "Jingnan Bamboo Branch Poems: Ode to Butterfly Lovers" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu Scholars went to Shenghuangtai, and the spring breeze continued in Nagano every year moss. The peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and butterflies are flying over again.
On the tomb of Liang Zhu in Ningbo, there are often gatherings of butterflies at Zhu Yingtai's reading place in Yixing. The local government has established a "Double Butterfly Festival" on the first day of the third lunar month (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) in "Jiang Xing" (Tang Dynasty) ) The Yuxuanji River hugs Wuchang slantingly, and thousands of households are 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 last two sentences express the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I am dreaming, I can still feel my emotions waving. Ethereal and wonderful, conveying the spirit beyond words.
"Sunny Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jia first saw the stamens among the flowers before the rain, but after the rain there were no flowers inside the leaves. Butterflies fly over the wall, and it seems that the spring scenery is in the neighboring house.
"Ode to the Butterfly" Emperor Wen of the Liang Dynasty returned to this place and sent swallowtail butterflies to fly on the flowers. Those who send a message to each other will always be of the same mind. A poem about the beautiful butterfly in Taiwan (Song Dynasty) by Xue Xiuxuan. The butterfly dance condenses the soul of the mountain, and the flowers bloom, thinking of the beautiful face.
"Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. One of Li Shangyin's four poems is a solitary butterfly with small feathers wandering around, its pink wings spreading.
And it should hurt Jiao Jie and come close to the snow frequently. Its two leaves are turned over, and the diagonal bridge faces the side door.
Reed flowers are only white, catkins may be warm. Xizi is looking for the palace, and Zhaojun is looking for his old village.
Every year when everything is gone, come and see Lansun. The third time he came to the small garden for the first time, he met Suo Wei for a while.
I am far afraid that the fragrant dust will break, and I am lightly worried that the beautiful snow will melt. I only know how to guard against the dew, but I don't know how to deal with the sharp wind.
Looking back at the two flying swallows, taking advantage of the time, they entered the Qihu. The fourth one flew to embroider Huyin and passed deep into the painting building.
Apply Qin Tai powder heavily and Han Palace gold lightly. There are only catkins in the phase, and the mention is flower heart.
Can Ling Guke be invited to sing at midnight? End-turning comic poem, Qing Dynasty, Anonymous, ancient palindrome poetry is a poetry genre, known for its uniqueness, and comes in many forms. Here are two palindrome poems related to butterflies.
Mei Liu is noisy in front of Jin. Magpie is noisy in front of Jin. The magpie is happy in the clear spring. Note: [Jin: Ferry] [Liu Mei: the graceful and charming appearance of the willow tree] "Turning the tail chain" is a type of palindrome poem, consisting of sixteen characters connected from beginning to end to form a ring. , you can read it left and right to get seven unique poems. Reading method: The first sentence starts from the word "春" in a left-turn, and the next three sentences start from the fourth word of the previous sentence.
The right-handed pronunciation is the same as the left-handed pronunciation, up to the first character of the left-handed pronunciation.
6. Poems about butterflies
Jade Butterfly Author: Liu Yong Look where the rain has gathered and the clouds have stopped, leaning on the railing quietly, watching the autumn light.
The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, the duckweeds are growing old, the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow.
Remaining sad. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Unforgettable. During the writing period, there will be a party, a few lonely wind and moon, and the stars and frost will change again and again.
The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang? Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith, pointing to the dusk sky and empty consciousness to return home. Looking at each other sadly.
In the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises. Jade Butterfly Author: Gao Guanguo Arouses a cold thought, before it becomes the late rain, it will first become the autumn shade.
Chu Ke is sad and disabled. Who can understand this meaning? The ancient platform is deserted, the broken clouds are shining slantly, the new dream is dark, and the moon is sparse.
It’s always hard to stop. All the hatred will be shared with me alone.
From now on. Tired of looking at the green mirror, it is late for your achievements and you can lose yourself in the misty forest.
The broken stem has no proof, and the years are falling and shocking. I think of the water shield and the water clouds condensed in sorrow, and the apes and cranes sing sadly in the idle Hui tent.
The letter is heavy. Returning to my hometown, don't bother looking for it anymore.
Sitting in the East Pavilion during the day, suddenly thirteen butterflies of bright green color fluttered close to me. Author: Li Fu The treasure jade harp in the sky is dotted with stars. The immortal hand rubs and changes the spirit.
Suddenly with the sound of the piano, the body sheds like a cicada. Flying under the green clouds, the wind wings contain cold green.
The world has clear days and long days, and it is a joy to travel around. See the flowers in my vase, and the crowd swims across the curtain.
The high drama messes up the guise, the low dance invades and falls. But I suspect that I have a deep dream in the afternoon and am a guest in Haoliang.
Xuxu comes out of the empty court, and the excitement is gone. When you hear the sound of tuning strings, you will be startled and leave no trace. Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" Huang Si's natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.
The butterflies dance with nostalgia, and the orioles sing at ease. "Spring Eve Journey" Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty) The water flows and the flowers fade without mercy, sending the east wind across Chucheng.
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branches are full of moonlight. The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? .
7. Poems about butterflies
1. Butterfly Qi Ji (Tang Dynasty)
Where the back is red, 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.
2. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past.
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 has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
3. "Spring Eve Journey" by Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty)
The flowing water and the flowers withered without mercy, sending the east wind across Chucheng.
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branches watch the third night of the moon.
The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes?
8. Poems about butterflies
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Butterfly Flying
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The poplars are fluttering against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen is full of drunken eyes.
The butterfly flies from home to home, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, 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 declines 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 about heartbreak.
Two Butterfly Songs
Tang Xu Wei
The ethereal caterpillar sheds its shell slightly, unable to withstand the heavy smoke and falling rain.
A branch of beautiful flowers is here to study and live, and a few spring breezes are blowing by.
To prevent danger, every time you worry about the mouth of a chicken or bird, the fragrance of pity lingers around the Qiluo clothes.
Ruthless people can’t understand 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 Sanqiu.
Three Butterfly Songs
Tang Xuyu
It is not difficult for a moth to fly in a cocoon, it will definitely pass by a place with fragrant flowers.
The sky breeze carries the light away, but the spider laughs at its weaving.
Ranran both brushed the painting railing, and the beautiful lady took a sneak look at it again and again.
Don’t be fooled by short wings and flying long distances. It will be difficult to fly 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 listen to silk and bamboo, who will teach you dance? You should rely on the wandering orioles to sing.
Cold bees pick chrysanthemums
Tang Gengmao
Swimming under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemum bushes. 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.
Jinse
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
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 has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.
Inscribed on hibiscus flowers
Tang Rongyu
Use your own money to buy hibiscus plants, and the flowers will bloom only after two years.
The bright red beauty is not yet allowed to see, but the butterflies arrive early.
Spring Day
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I felt that the scenery in the east was getting late, and the wild plum mountains and apricots were dark and fragrant.
The broken horn is 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 soul gradually flies away with the cuckoo.
The world of mortals blocks the streets of Chang'an, and the king of fragrant grass does not return at dusk.
Seeing Rain in the Boat
Tang Dai Shulun
Hearing the rain for the first time tonight, 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.
Jiangxing
Tang Yu Xuanji
The river hugs Wuchang diagonally, and thousands of households live in front of Parrot Island.
The painted boat has not yet finished its spring sleep, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
Fireworks have entered Cormorant Harbor, and the painted boats are still along Parrot Island.
I can't even wake up when I'm drunk. I'm shocked at the head of the Han River today.
Inscribed on the tomb of Zhenniang
Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The Buddha was buried in Luoyi, and this is where the 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 Pei said
Countless peonies are enough to captivate the city, and the peaches and plums are in peace.
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 wandering bees and butterflies come and go passionately.
Begonia
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 most beautiful thing is the rain, the beauty is all about blooming.
Don’t worry about wearing pink and white flowers by the window and being lazy, and Liang Guang being slow to click on his paintings.
I can't see enough of him when I'm drunk in the morning and sing in the evening, and I envy him that the butterfly lives on the deep branch.
Chasing and Liu Yun
Li He of Tang Dynasty
There is white apple grass in Tingzhou, and Liu Yun returns 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.
Send Dou Bingcao off
Li Duan of 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 late in Yuqiao, and the orioles are rare in Guandu early in the day. Don’t miss the good time and watch the butterflies fly.