1. This bird is light and has few homotopes. I heard it and my tongue was filled with doubts. The stars announce dawn before they set over the river, and the willows are still clinging to the snow to welcome spring. —— Yan Guo "Ode to a Moth"
2. In spring, the embroidered feathers are in full bloom, and at dusk, they roost in the bamboo forest. Flowers bloom in the forbidden garden, and trees cry across the river bridge. Looking for the sound and knowing that it is far away, Gu Yingnian flew low. There are no nestless swallows, still peeking into the mud above the curtain. ——Gu Kuang's "Spring Bird Poetry Sends Yuan Scholars to Beijing".
3. All birds return to their branches, but no one can rest. You should also know that I hate you, so I cry towards the green window. ——Nie Yizhong "Crying in the Night"
4. Just sinking the fairy wings, and the Yaochi seems not far away. There is sound hanging on the green wall, and no power descending to the sky. ——Zhang Qiao "Blue Bird Spring"
5. Dancing alone on the rock, dancing in groups on the light waves. In front of Fenxun's blue sand, I stand above the white clouds in my arms. ——Lu Zhaolin "Bird Bathing in the Waves"
6. I have always raised feathers, and I used to fly around. Turning towards the morning sun, there is no place to live in the sunset smoke. When the branches and leaves are covered here, I hope to reach the sky. ——Li Cen's "Each Dongfeng Pavilion is dedicated to a bird that can live in smoke"
7. The village is full of birds in spring under clear clouds, still like the old days of Chang'an. ——Wei Zhuang "Smell the Spring Birds"
8. The birds are young and beautiful, Qingxuan comes to the house to see the clothes. It is impossible to paint a body covered with gold and green, and only few people come from thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Silk and bamboo are accustomed to dancing alone when listening, and they want to fly alone when they first go up the balcony. ——Li Ying's "Peacock"
9. How small is the little bird in the fence? It flies gracefully in the sun and evening sky. It's just that the six feathers don't come from themselves, and they look like lonely clouds with nothing to rely on. ——Liu Changqing "Little Birds, Part 1 of Pei Yin"
10. Rhododendrons and birds are so beautiful that they cannot be used on credit. Suspected to be blood from the mouth, dripping into flowers on the branches. ——Cheng Yanxiong's "Azalea"
11. Between the lotus leaves, I glanced down at the tall tree. Break the whole fish and remove a little green light. ——Yang Juyuan "Kingfisher with a Fish in its Mouth"
12. The lost couple searched the mountains and threw themselves into the woods to cry in the north. Today I will be alone all night, but I know that I am living in the shadow. ——Wei Yingwu "Hearing the Cry of a Single Bird at Night"
13. When spring comes, it can be interpreted as thousands of words, and hundreds of birds can sing before dawn. Thousands of households and thousands of doors should wake up to dawn. Why listen to the rooster when establishing a charter? ——Wang Wei's "Listening to the Moth"
14. There are birds in tree nests, but no wine will make the guests drunk. ——Shen Yazhi's "Village Living"
15. The flowers fall and the birds sing, returning to the south is called wild love. ——Bai Juyi "Send Warrior Cao Back to Shu"
16. The high tower blocks the flying birds, but people say it is the king's house. ——Cao Ye's "Ancient Ci"
17. A bird is like frost and snow, flying in front of the white building. ——Li Yi "Climbing the White Tower and Seeing the White Bird on the Seat Ordering the Partridge"
18. I am tired of hearing the autumn ape make me cry, but I like to hear the spring bird urging me to lift the pot. Whose mangrove blooms first? Which brothel has the best wine? ——Bai Juyi "I heard a bird carrying a pot in early spring, because I asked about the neighbor"
19. The blue bird on the river is more than white, and the blue flowers on the mountain are about to burn. ——Du Fu's "Quatrains"
20. In the third month of spring, the hoopoe comes down to the mulberry trees. The crown moves in the sun, and the embroidered feathers bloom in the wind.
——Zhang He "Weaver Bird"