Butterflies flying among flowers for food, mating, spawning and dragonfly spawning are vividly depicted as flying at the touch of a button. Xie Yi in the Northern Song Dynasty described in Butterfly: "Crazy catkins are sometimes seen. Where do dancers look for pears?" .
Yang Wanli's poem "Two Things in Xugong Store in New City" in the Southern Song Dynasty said: "Children are scrambling to catch up with Huang Die, and flying cauliflower is nowhere to be found." Describe the scenes of cabbage butterflies dancing in white pear flowers and yellow butterflies dancing in yellow rape flowers ... Jin Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. (The second couplet, in general, the past is like smoke) "Spring Festival Evening" Cui Tu (Tang) is ruthless and sends the east wind.
The butterfly dreams of Wan Li, and the azalea blossoms in the third night of last month. The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera? This poem vividly and poetically expresses the feelings of cherishing spring and homesickness with beautiful language and neat meter. ) "Proud Poetry" Li Shangyin wants to fight for the butterfly, but he has not thanked the catkins. (Writing lively teenagers chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Eight Miscellaneous Poems" (gold) Zhang Xie reported to the border town and bound the brigade.
Get off the bus like yesterday and look at four or five dollars. May I ask when this is? Butterflies fly to the South Garden.
I love Laopu, and I miss Laoshan. Fu Jian * The more clothes she wears, the more beautiful she will be.
The local wind is safe for a reason. "Hatred with the Lord Gilbert" (Southern Dynasties) Xie Tiao flowers falling butterflies, wind curtain into Shuang Yan.
Poetry of Love in Spring (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai's face is covered with dust, and butterflies are beautiful. Two Ancient Poems (Part II) (Southern Dynasties) Liang Wudi flies two butterflies, which are different in height.
Two Poems of Qujiang (II) (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu returned to Japan to wear spring clothes, and Jiangtou was drunk every day. Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.
I can see butterflies wearing flowers deeply, dragonflies flying slowly with water, and the scenery where information flows is the opposite of temporary companionship. [Water Regulation] (Pan Xiangjiang River) (Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang paid me for this matter, and it was clear in June.
Beyond dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. [Si Jiake] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying lost his butterfly without a shadow, his dream sank, and Leng Xiang closed his heart.
"The Later Day" (Southern Dynasties Liang) Willow leaves on the bank of Xiaogang, peaches falling thin in front of the window. Mosaic butterfly powder, bamboo dragonfly beads.
Liu Lingxian (female) sings orioles in leaves and plays orioles among butterflies. "The Red Cherry Blossoms on the Manjiang River" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji's butterfly never scatters a thousand miles of dreams, and the sub-discipline is called Breaking jathyapple.
It is rare to persuade people to return to their pillows. (I hope Wang Shibei misses his hometown) "Qingling Taiwan" (Tang) Li Shangyin's "Qingling Taiwan" is set in the sun, and the soul is full of love through the ages. Mo Jing is a butterfly that flies to other flowers.
Poems of Li Yishan and Ode to Butterflies (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi loves catkins and sometimes sees them. Where can I find them when I dance into a pear flower? The warm wind in Jiangtian Spring Festival Evening is fine, and the flower sellers cross the bridge one by one.
(Xie Yi wrote 300 butterfly poems, with the name Xie, "yu zhang's Poems") "Poems of Zhi Zhu in the South of Jingnan" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu went to the barren platform, and the spring breeze grew wild. Peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and two butterflies fly again.
Butterflies often gather in Liang Zhu's tomb in Ningbo and Zhu Yingtai's reading room in Yixing. The local "Double Butterfly Festival" was held on the first day of the third lunar month (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) and the "General Star" (Tang Dynasty). Yujiang county embraces Wuchang Oblique, and there are thousands of households in Nautilus Island. It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.
The last two sentences are about the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I was in a dream, I felt emotional. Fantastic ethereal, vivid.
"Sunny Sky Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang saw flowers in the flowers before driving away the rain, but there were no flowers in the leaves after the rain. Butterflies flying over the wall should be suspicious of spring scenery next door.
"Butterfly Love Flowers" Liang Jianwen's butterfly returns, and two flowers fly; Sending a message to know each other will never violate it. Yong Yingtai becomes a butterfly sentence (Song) Xue Xiuxuan's butterfly dance condenses the mountain god, and the flowers bloom like jade.
"Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Tang Du Fu lingered in the butterfly show, dancing from time to time, and charming Yingying just cried. Li Shangyin's Butterfly; One of the four lonely butterflies fluttered its wings and wanted to fly.
And it should be injured, often near the snow. Its two leaves are turned over again, and the oblique bridge faces the side door.
Reed flowers are only white, and catkins may be warm. Looking for temples by studying calligraphy, Zhao Jun discovered old villages.
Every year is fragrant. Come on, don't beat Sun Lan. Third, when I first came to the small garden, I had a little contact with Zowei.
I'm afraid the incense will burst, and I'm afraid the snow will melt. You only know how to prevent dew, but you don't think it's necessary to send a sharp wind.
Looking back at the flying swallow, I took the opportunity to enter the sky. Fourth, it flew to embroider the shade of the house and passed through the painting building.
Heavy Fu Qintai powder, light painting Han Dian gold. Both are catkins, and both mentioned are flower hearts.
Can you be a lonely guest and invite him to sing midnight? Spring is a genre of anonymous ancient palindrome poems in Qing Dynasty, which is famous for its strangeness and interest and has various forms. Here are two palindromes related to butterflies.
Before the noise of Tianjin magpie, Tianjin Liu Mei's new butterfly flowers came and went, and before the noise of Tianjin magpie, Tianjin magpie was happy in sunny spring.
2. Butterfly Poetry Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. A: I want to know why there are 50 strings on my golden harp, and each string has a flower-like tooth. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was fascinated by the butterfly, crying in the cuckoo, and the mermaid cried under the moon, and the blue field breathed their jade against the sun. This situation is worth remembering before I know it.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Answer: Yu Fan is now-probation level 1-25 15:05 Lu You's Winter Night: a cup of poppy is a slave, and Zhuang Zhoudie is empty.
Wandering butterflies dance from time to time. Dragonflies stand upside down and butterflies fly early. Tang and spring are dancing, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating. The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today.
Where is the butterfly? Tang Qiji's back is full of red and full of mystery. Fly separately. See you in teams.
Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees. Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other.
Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick. You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers.
The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless. Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus.
Jade Butterfly The autumn wind in Ting Yun, Tang Wen is sad, and the traveler has not returned. The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.
Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows. It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?
Two butterflies, Tang Xu's misty caterpillars, shed their shells gently, and it rained heavily. A beautiful branch to teach, a few wisps of spring breeze to fly.
Every worry in the mouths of chickens and birds, as well as the fragrance of pity, is wrapped around the clothes that continue the front edge. Ruthless can't solve the dream, don't believe the right and wrong of Zhuang Zhou.
Brush green, wear red, and spend a lifetime in spring. I hate it when the goddess comes to rain. I like to pick incense with stones.
The wind should only accumulate pollen, and the night is cold and long The cicada's song is pedantic, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.
It is not difficult for butterflies to fly in cocoons, but flowers will pass by. The sky and the wind gently send each other, but laugh at spider weaving.
Constant constant double brush painting column, beauty stole a glance frequently. Don't bully your wings to fly short and close, it's hard to try to jump between flowers.
There is no vivid reason. There are many wild paths in the wild garden. Who doesn't know that silk and bamboo teach dance, and it depends on Yinger to sing?
Cold bees pick chrysanthemums, and Tang Geng swims under the clear sky, looking for fragrance from chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense.
Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which is the interval of youth. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
Tang Rongyu bought hibiscus flowers with his own money, and it took two years to blossom. The bright red is not seen by the beauty, but the butterfly tries to know it early.
In spring, Wei Zhuang suddenly felt that the scenery in the East was getting late, and the wild plum trees were fragrant. On the falling star tower, the residual horn blows, and the residual sunset hangs the crescent camp.
The dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul. The world of mortals broke off the guest in Chang 'an, and the prince of Cao Fang did not return at dusk.
Watching the Rain Boat Tang Dai Shulun Listening to the Rain At the beginning of tonight, Du Ruoqing was in Jiangnan. How reckless is it to become famous? Brothers always wither.
Dreams are far from worrying about butterflies, and feelings are deep shame. I care about lonely people all day, and my life experience is still Liu Ping.
In the Tang Dynasty, the Yangtze River was oblique to Baowuchang and in front of Nautilus Island. It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.
Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the painting is still along Nautilus Island. I don't even feel drunk. I'm surprised at Hanshui.
The tomb of the true mother Hoover was inscribed with Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp.
The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.
The peony is full of flowers, and Antong Taoli Rong. I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing.
This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring. Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.
The spring breeze of Zheng Gu in Haitang Tang Dynasty is intended to be even in color, so it can be sold with poems and poems. It's best to have a fresh rain when the wind is sunny, and it's about to open.
Mochow was lazy at the window, and Liang Guangdan was late in writing. I'm drunk and can't get enough of it. I admire his butterfly branches.
Li Hebai chased his horse home. Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.
The glass is full of dew and empty. Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Send Dou Bing, Caotang, Li Duan, Pear Flower to the Garden, and the girl will wear Luo Fu. When you hear your lover complaining, you should hurry home.
The Imperial Bridge is warm at night, and there are few early warblers in Guandu. No wedding, watch butterflies fly.
Responder: Butterfly Dance-Scholar II 1-25 15:06 The water of Su Shi's first frost in Nanxiangzi was collected, and the shallow blue scales were exposed in Yuanzhou. The wine is fading away, the wind is soft and chilly, and the broken hat is affectionate but affectionate.
If the festival is rewarded, it will ruin the autumn. Everything is a dream in the end. Take a rest. The yellow butterfly will worry tomorrow.
Su Shi, a southern singer, rushed to Shan Yu with wine and slept with clothes. I wonder if the bell and drum will break dawn.
In the dream, there are butterflies and a light body. When you get old, you can't come back.
Ask for fields, ask for homes, and smile at Hao Ying. Love the sand road by the lake, avoid mud.
3. Prose Poems on Butterflies (Prose Poems) Text/Lin Tian
( 1)
A butterfly represents a dreamland, which is the realm of Zhuang Zhou;
It is Liang Zhu's obsession that two butterflies place their love;
Then, what about the swarms of three, four, five, six or even countless butterflies? What do they mean?
(2)
..... where were you that night?
On that sunny evening, where were you when the sunset slanted on the shoulders of distant mountains and the sunset covered half the sky?
Are you sitting quietly on the grass embankment stretching thousands of miles along the river with your knees?
The sunset glow is monotonous rust red, and its heavy wings suddenly ring in mid-air. A group of butterflies-a group of golden butterfly wings flying on a crimson background. The sunset glow leaked from the gap in the wings and fell into my eyes, just like a dream. Golden wings and crimson sunset glow back and forth in my pupils, like a bonfire lit by a hunter in the jungle on an autumn night. ...
(3)
You flew out from the depths of the Woods with a gentle and shy smile on your lips. You throw yourself into my warm arms, just like a tired stream pouring into a deep pool. I put the flowers of the four seasons in your black hair, but you looked up and asked me, can a song that is out of tune still be called a song?
(4)
I slowly smiled in the foggy dusk. Why should I break my fragile cocoon shell? Don't you know I'm slowly changing? Maybe, maybe after tonight, I can grow a pair of beautiful wings and fly in the sun as you long for?
(5)
Butterflies covered in gold stopped and gathered in the sky above their backs like a golden cloud. I stood there having a nightmare, watching butterflies float in circles like fallen leaves, and gradually lost my back. ...
(6)
Holding my arm, you walk out of the rainy lane and melt into the endless rainy season outside the lane. The twisted light slipped gently, as beautiful and quiet as all butterfly shadows in memory.
4. What's so good about this composition of three ancient poems about butterflies-the inscription "Butterflies have been dancing, they just cry in the oriole."
I like butterflies, because I think there is no more beautiful life than her. Butterflies are the spirits of flowers, the spirits from heaven. I have long wanted to describe the beauty of a butterfly, but I always don't know how to start my narrative.
In spring in the north, there are not many butterflies. Wait until May and June, that is the most spectacular and beautiful time for butterflies! Flying in the air, standing in the branches and stamens, there are singles and groups, which are in harmony with the chirping of cicadas and birds. That beauty and vitality make the sun bloom the most brilliant face, and the wings of flowers open and close in the sun, emitting charming brilliance. Is this the most beautiful picture in the world? I remember when I was very young, I used to lie on the balcony and look out of the window. I hope to see those beautiful and weak little things, see their fluttering appearance, colorful wings, moving colors passing under the blue sky, representing her innocence, her freedom, and the brilliance sprinkled in the warm sunshine. At that time, it was very free, and the world without homework was always beautiful, just like the wings of a butterfly, beautiful, lovely, smiling and childlike. My greatest wish is to be a butterfly, with colors that are not found in 36-color watercolor pens.
"The children scrambled to catch up with Huang Die, but they couldn't find broccoli." Primary school was very happy. Every summer, when butterflies are flying, I will invite some friends to catch butterflies and insects in the fields.
We put the caught butterfly in the empty box of the desk lamp and replaced the box with transparent cellophane. We bought a small flashlight from the fat aunt for fifty cents and put it in the box. It's so cute to watch the beautiful butterfly spread its wings on the beam and want to fly! Tired of watching it, I let this go, then I caught another one, watched it again, let it go and grabbed it. Although simple, it has brought me happiness that can't be described with a pen. That kind of happiness, that kind of happiness, the dream given by the butterfly and the brilliance of spring, and the real smile of childhood, I think that must be the most precious, because I can't find that kind of pure, heartfelt happiness, my little wish as a child, and the flashlight with fifty cents given by my fat aunt a long time ago, all like a beautiful dream, and the stories in the dream are all my memories.
However, will they always exist? Or is it like a butterfly gently brushing a flower, leaving only a beautiful and ethereal back, a clear fragrance and a familiar smiling face? "The butterfly breaks the dream of Zhuang Zhou, and the wing drives the east wind." I always like to recall the beauty of my childhood, because it will make me forget the pain I am facing now, recall the happiness of "the child chased Huang Die in a hurry and flew into the cauliflower and didn't find it", and recall the smile of "dancing while playing butterflies and crying in the oriole".
The process of growing up is like becoming a butterfly and a pupa. After countless pains and waiting, it changes and needs the baptism of wind and rain to become stronger. Everything in the past will be my memory, and then it will drift away with the wind as time goes by.
The only thing I can do now is to grasp my present situation and work hard; More importantly, I wholeheartedly wrote down the happiness that those beautiful butterflies brought me. "Butterfly itself is a kind of beauty, like poetry, like coffee, very beautiful and strong."
I forgot where I saw this sentence, so I copied it down I like to extract poems or words about butterflies on beautiful stationery, bookmarks and notebooks. Wherever I copy it, I can smell a faint fragrance. I think this is the smell of butterflies? Chuchu, gentle, exudes her tenderness, her love, lightness, elegance and color.
The figure of butterfly is always hidden in my mind. Butterfly's poems and butterfly's words string together my childhood memories. The wings of dreams will bloom one day, and my future will always be in my own hands. No matter how I go, it belongs to me. It only belongs to my life. I want to be a butterfly, and the pain of breaking out of the cocoon has made a colorful life. The bitterness of growing up will bring new happiness and glory ... "In the company, butterflies always dance, and orioles just crow freely"-I am free "Children chase Huang Die and fly into cauliflower without finding it"-I am happy that "butterflies break the dream of Zhuang Zhou and drive the east wind with their wings"-I grew up with three ancient poems about butterflies, which constitute my growth process, either joy or pain.