1. Poems about butterflies, ancient poems 6
Poems about butterflies, ancient poems 6 1. Who can write 6 ancient poems about butterflies
Huang The four maiden's houses are full of flowers, and the branches are covered with thousands of flowers. 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 heads 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"
There are thousands of butterflies in the blurred butterfly tree, their tails are like tassels, and they are green and peaceful. Who would believe it without seeing the Butterfly Spring, where the shadows and flags cover the butterflies solemnly. —— Qing Shachen's "Shangguan Butterfly Spring"
"Resentments with the Master Bo Jizhe"
(Southern Dynasties) Xie Tiao
There are numerous butterflies in the flowers, and the wind curtain Enter Shuangyan.
"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.
"The River is Red·Lighting Cherry"
(Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji
Butterflies do not convey dreams of a thousand miles,
Zigui is called to break the third watch of the moon. .
Listening to the voice on the pillow urging people to return,
Return is hard to come by.
2. 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 pink butterflies flying happily among the yellow rape flowers... "Jin Se" Li Shangyin's Jin Se 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 entrusted to the cuckoo. The bright moon in the sea has 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) "Spring Eve Travel" Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty) The water flows and the flowers wither, and the east wind passes through 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? (This poem uses clear language and neat rhyme to express the feelings of cherishing spring and homesickness vividly and poetically) "Poetry of Proud Son" Li Shangyin Wanting to compete with the butterfly, but the willow catkins are not withered. (It writes about a young boy running lively, chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Miscellaneous Poems No. 8" (Jin Dynasty) Zhang Xie reported on his work 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 Master Bo Jizhe" (Southern Dynasties) Xie Tiao Butterflies are numerous among the flowers, and the wind curtains enter the two swallows.
"Poem of Spring" (Tang Dynasty) by 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 fly, low and low.
"Two Poems on Qujiang" (Part 2) (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu Wearing spring clothes every day when returning to the court, and returning home drunk every day at the head of the river. Drinking debts are commonplace, but they are rare in seventy years of life.
The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying on the water. They spread the word that the scenery is constantly changing, and they can stay together for the time being. [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] (Pan Xiangjiang River) (Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang God will pay for this, and it will fall in the Canglang in June.
Beyond the cicadas shedding dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. [Sijia Ke] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying The lost butterflies disappeared without a trace at dawn and the dream fell, and the cold fragrance closed the heart of the small courtyard deeply.
"Evening in the Back Hall" (Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasty) by Xiao Gang, Emperor Wen of Jian Dynasty The willows on the bank have long leaves, and the peach blossoms on the window have thin tarsus. The flowers are left with butterfly powder and bamboo leaves with dragonfly beads.
"Answer" Liu Lingxian (female) The singing oriole rings in the leaves, and the duck plays with butterflies and flowers. "The River is Red, Ignite the Cherry" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji Butterflies do 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 Beijing) "Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin The sun is slanting beside Qingling Terrace, and the eternal soul is covered with beautiful clouds. Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly, flying leisurely on other flowers.
"Li Yishan's Collected Poems" "Ode to Butterflies" (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi Sometimes you can see it wildly following the catkins, but where can you find them dancing into the pear blossoms. The spring evening breeze on the river is warm and gentle, chasing the flower sellers across the bridge.
(Xie Yi composed three hundred butterfly poems, known as Xie Hudie, "Yuzhang Poetry") "Jingnan Bamboo Branch Poems: Ode to Butterfly Lovers" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu, a scholar, 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 area has a "Double Butterfly Festival" on March 1st of the lunar calendar (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) "Jiang Xing" (Tang Dynasty) ) The Yuxuanji River embraces Wuchang slantingly, and there are thousands of households in front of Parrot Island. The painting boat has not yet finished its spring sleep, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
The last two sentences express the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I am dreaming, I still feel my emotions swaying. Ethereal and wonderful, conveying the spirit beyond words.
"Sunny Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jia saw the stamens among the flowers for the first time before the rain, and the flowers without leaves after the rain. Butterflies fly over the wall, suspecting that the spring scenery is in the neighboring house.
"Ode to the Butterfly" by Emperor Wen of Liang Jian. Here again, the swallowtail butterfly flies on the flowers in pairs; Those who send a message to each other will always be of the same mind. A Butterfly Sentence in Praise of Yingtai (Song Dynasty) by Xue Xiuxuan Butterflies dance to condense the soul of the mountains, and flowers bloom to think of jade beauty.
"Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The butterflies dance all the time, while the orioles sing at ease. Li Shangyin's Butterfly>Four Poems One: The solitary butterfly is wandering in small feathers, with its pink wings spread.
And it should hurt the bright and clear, and come close to the snow frequently. The second leaf is turned over again, facing the side door of the inclined bridge.
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 the fragrant things are exhausted, come and say goodbye to Lansun. The third time I came to the small garden for the first time, I met Suo Wei for a while.
I am far afraid that the fragrance will break, and I am lightly worried about the beautiful snow melting. 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 enter the Qihu. The fourth one flew to embroider Huyin and passed deep into the painting building.
Apply Qin Tai powder heavily, and lightly apply Han Palace gold. There are only catkins in the phase, and what is mentioned is the heart of flowers.
Can Ling Guke be invited to sing at midnight? End-turning Poetry Spring > Qing Dynasty Anonymous Ancient palindrome poetry is a poetry genre known for its uniqueness and interest, 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, and magpies are happy in spring. Note: [Jin: Ferry] [Liu Mei: the graceful and charming appearance of the willow tree] "Turn-tail link" 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.
3. Ancient poems about butterflies
Ancient poems about butterflies include:
1. "Chasing He Liu Yun" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
< p>Original text:Tingzhou white apple grass, 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.
Translation:
The celery on the islet in the water is as green as grass, while Liu Yun, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, is riding his horse back to the west. The hawthorn trees by the river exude fragrance, and butterflies fly leisurely in groups on the shore.
He took a glass of bamboo leaf dew as a wine offering and played an elegant piece of music for him. There is a path leading from the red building to the water, and two small fish swim on the warm beach.
2. "Butterfly Flying" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Poplar flowers flutter against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen gleams with drunken eyes.
The butterfly flies from home to home, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Translation:
Butterflies fluttered gently on the bed tent indoors, and the warm breath of spring exuded in the bed 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.
3. "Seven Quatrains of Looking for Flowers Alone by the River (Part 6)" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Huang Si’s maiden’s house is covered with thousands of flowers. Thousands of flowers weigh down the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
Translation:
The lush flowers of Huang Si’s natal family cover the path, and thousands of flowers bend their branches low to the ground.
The colorful butterflies are always flying among the fragrant flowers, and the soft and free oriole is singing happily.
4. "Two Poems of Xugongdian, Suxin City (Part 2)" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
The fence is sparse and one path deep, with trees The flowers on the head have not yet become cloudy.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
Translation:
Next to a sparse fence, there is a path stretching into the distance. The flowers on the trees on the roadside have fallen, but the new leaves have just grown and have not formed a shade. .
A child ran to chase a yellow butterfly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower bush and was nowhere to be found.
5. "Two Poems on Qujiang (Part 2)" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
I wear spring clothes every day when I return to the dynasty, and head to the river every day Return drunk. Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years of life.
You can see butterflies deeply through the flowers, and dragonflies fly in the water. Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing. For the time being, we should appreciate each other and do not contradict each other.
Translation:
When I came back from the previous court, I pawned my spring clothes every day. The money I got in exchange went to Jiangtou to buy wine every day, and I didn'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!
6. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects 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 later, but it was already at a loss.
Translation:
Why does the exquisite zither have fifty strings? Every string and every string reminds me of my youth. Zhuang Zhou danced and turned into a butterfly in his sleep. Emperor Wang expressed his hatred to the cuckoo.
The sharks shed tears in the bright moon, and only then can the jade stones turn into blue smoke under the warm sun in Lantian. Why do I have to recall this scene now? It's just because I was just confused at that time.
7. "Looking at Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterflies" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
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.
Translation:
Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River dance gracefully in the sunset. She is as beautiful as He Yan, and has a mind like Han Shou who loves to steal fragrance. Lingering among flowers, sucking nectar, and being frivolous and carefree by 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.
8. "Nan Gezi·Bring wine to wash away the mountain rain" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
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 appeared, and I felt light.
As I grow old, all my talents have been exhausted, and my plan to return has not yet come true. Asking for fields and asking for help, laughing at heroes. I love the sandy road by the lake and walk without mud.
Translation:
Braving the mountain rain with a drunken spirit, I covered myself with a coat and slept until the evening cleared. In my deep sleep, I didn't even know that the bells and drums had already announced the dawn. I clearly turned into a butterfly in my dream and felt relaxed.
As I get older, my talent fades, and my desire to return home is uncertain. The petty-minded people who buy land and houses will definitely be ridiculed by heroes and heroes. I still like to walk slowly on the mudless sand road by the lake.
4. Famous poems about butterflies
The butterfly can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies can fly in the water.
Du Fu and Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" The brocade harp has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Mountains face the sea, and flowers face the Song Dynasty. The Four Mountains versus the Three Lords.
The palace flowers are against the forbidden willows, and the wild geese are against the river dragons. Qingshu Palace, Guanghan Palace.
Pick up green and match the title red. Zhuang Zhou's dream turned into a butterfly, and Lu Wangzhao flew into a bear.
When the wind stops in the north, you can fan out in the summer, while in the south, you can expose the sun to the sun and save the heat in the winter. The crane dances on the roof of the building, and the jade flute breaks the fairy moon; on the phoenix platform, the purple flute blows off the beauty's wind.
Dreams are upside down in front of the butterfly pillow, and the moon is hazy on the branches of apricot blossoms. Asking the end of the world, what is so painful about love, thinking about parting.
As soon as the voice is called, the intestines are knotted. Outside the Minling Mountains, there is a road south of the Yangtze River.
There are willows and green strips on the long embankment. I have given you instructions thousands of times every day, but I only say one sentence over and over again.
It’s better to go back than to go. It’s so sad to go back. He Zhu Reduced words The cold fragrance of magnolias floats, making you dream of butterflies wherever you look.
The morning sun shines brightly in the eyes, and the sorrow gradually melts away from the crispness and warmth. Drums urge songs to be delivered, and who can enjoy the wine?
To the east of the lonely wall, the door is covered and the courtyard is full of wind at dusk. When Ouyang Xiu and Ruan Lang returned to Nanyuan for a spring outing, the wind was gentle and the horses neighed, the green plums were like beans and willows like eyebrows, and butterflies flew as the day progressed. The dew was heavy, the grass smoke was low, the curtains were hanging down, the swings were sleepy and undressing, and the two swallows were perched on the painted beams. . The hawthorn trees at the head of the Lihe 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.
Zhang Hu dances as a butterfly dream, sings to thank the shrike for flying. The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the green moth is under the moonlight at night.
When the flowers fall in sadness, there will be no regrets in the spring. Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Huang Si’s natal family’s pedestal is covered with flowers, and thousands of them hang low on the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. Inscribed on chrysanthemums - Tang Dynasty. Huang Chao The rustling west wind fills the courtyard, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Xugongdian, Suxin City - Yang Wanli The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet formed shade.
The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found. As a gift to the seedlings, Zuyong of the Tang Dynasty: The Zhu household opens its doors high, and the green locust tree blocks the falling light.
The eight dragons rode on the throne, and the three tigers returned one after another. There is no sound of people sitting on the bamboo, but few birds singing in Hengqin.
Hua was ashamed of Pan Yue's appearance and was called Lao Laiyi when he was young. The leaves are dark, the red cherry blossoms are ripe, and the silk is long and white butterflies are flying.
One should pity the humble Confucians of Lu, but nothing is contrary to the old mountain. Qingming Era: Song Dynasty Author: Gao Zhu Genre: Qilu There are many tombs on the mountains in the north and south, and Qingming festivals are different.
The paper ashes turn into white butterflies, and the tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children.
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop reach the nine springs. Drunken Peach Garden Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Feng Yansi Genre: Ci When I was outing in Nanyuan in the middle of spring, the wind was gentle and I could hear horses neighing.
The green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows, and butterflies fly as the day grows longer. The dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, and people's curtains are hanging down.
The sleepy people on the swing undress themselves from their robes, and the painted beams and swallows return. Nan Gezi Era: Song Dynasty Author: Hong Shi Genre: Ci The clouds are blowing across the mountainside, and the wind is blowing and raindrops are coming.
The pastoral benefit is a pool. Remember the time when we meet and the begonias bloom.
Butterflies have no dreams, and mandarin ducks also have matchmakers. Hide the hook and untie the two or three cups.
Tomorrow, I will return to the waterside and the sand. Man Tingfang Era: Song Dynasty Author: Hong Shi Genre: Ci The Butterfly Dream Soul, Bajiao's life experience, several people got big eyebrows.
Very wishful thinking, talent rare in ancient and modern times. Day and night, three times, Mo Pengyi and Zeng Hua Kunchi.
Under the shade of Sophora japonica, I am deeply ashamed of Fang Wei, who dares to seal Yi. The flying geese are flying, fighting to catch their wings. The north gate holds a candle and the west tucks the silk.
Fortunately, I came back for half a lifetime, and Yuan Road was first cured. When the fishermen sing and the woodcutter songs are not heard, how can the warblers and swallows speak, so that they are afraid of being known to others.
Compile the history of flowers, cultivate thousands of acres, and plant dome-shaped monuments. Qing Ping Le Era: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Genre: Ci Peach Roots and Peach Leaves.
A tree is connected with fragrance. Spring arrives in March and February in Jiangnan.
Lose the host butterfly. Diligently step on Qingyang.
The flowers are blooming before the wind. I share the same gardenia with you, and repay you with a hundred knots of lilacs.
Poppy Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Yanduan Genre: Ci The cicadas stand high in the willows at the setting sun. It rains in the pool.
The green sandalwood silk scrolls are scarlet. Curved almond butterflies, small screens.
The spring mountains are stacked on top of each other and the autumn waves are slow. Pick up leftover needlework.
He became a coquettish and sleepy man who relied on Tan Lang. If nothing happens, he will throw lotus seeds and play with mandarin ducks.
Jade Butterfly Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You Genre: Ci Where the tired guest traveled throughout his life, he fell into Beijing and Luo, and found love in Xiaoxiang. On this night and in what year, I will write about Song Yu and Gaotang.
The embroidered curtain opens, the fragrance suddenly rises, the lotus steps are steady, and the silver candles branch out. Dark side.
The swallow is shy and the oriole is jealous, the butterflies are buzzing around and the bees are busy. memorable.
The fragrant bottles are frequently persuaded, the coldness has recently receded, and the jade leaks are still long. A little bit of tranquility, just worried about the moon invading the corridor after singing.
When he was about to return, Sikong smiled and asked, but when he got closer, the Prime Minister was furious. Heartbroken.
It’s okay to mount a horse if you pretend to be free. Reduced word magnolia Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang Genre: Ci Songhuahualiu.
I know Dongjun has been paying attention. Sad green and sad red.
The haggardness is all due to a night of wind. frivolous butterfly.
I want to support but I am timid. To avoid wearing clothes.
If you don’t sue Dongjun, who else should you sue?
5. What are the ancient poems about butterflies
1. "Looking at Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterflies" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Jiangnan butterflies, a pair in the setting 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.
2. "Jin Se" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of 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. "Butterfly" Tang Dynasty: Qi Ji
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.
4. "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
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.
5. "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" Tang Dynasty: Huangchao
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard, and the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
6. "Drunken Peach Garden" Tang Dynasty: Feng Yansi
When I was outing in Nanyuan in the middle of spring, I could hear the neighing of horses in the gentle breeze.
The green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows, and butterflies fly as the day grows longer.
7. "Spring Eve Journey" Tang Dynasty: Cui Tu
The water flows and the flowers wither, sending the east wind through 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?
6. Beautiful verses about butterflies
Butterfly Flying Tang Li He Yang flowers flutter against the tents in the hot spring clouds, and the tortoise-shell screen gleams with drunken eyes.
Butterflies fly from east to 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.
Flying separately, they still come out alone, and they occasionally meet in groups. Far away harm will always be avoided by sparrows, but by scrambling to be the first to avoid bees.
The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow. The heart of Cui Chuan Dan 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 West Wind, I still have to pick hibiscus. Jade Butterfly by 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 on the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows.
Falling down makes people sad, but who knows about heartbreak. 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 is here to study and live, and a few spring breezes are blowing by. Every time I worry about the bird's mouth, the fragrant fragrance surrounds my beautiful 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 light stays in my heart all my life.
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, you should only store pistil powder, and when the night is cold, you can 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 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 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 for Xuxu to be connected to him. There are so many desolate paths in the wild gardens.
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 chrysanthemum pistils by Tang Gengmao. They swim under the clear sky and find fragrance among the chrysanthemums.
Bringing sound to the core, even the shadow is in the fragrance. Go and live in the remaining fog, and follow the wind up and down.
I feel ashamed that I am a different 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 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 recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss. Inscribed on the hibiscus flower, 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 arrive early.
7. Ancient poems describing butterflies
1. "Spring Eve Journey" Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty)
The water flows and the flowers wither, and the east wind blows away Pass through 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? 2. 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. 3. "Jin Se" Li Shangyin
The Jin Se 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.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
8. Ancient poems about butterflies
, Butterfly Qi Ji (Tang Dynasty) Where is the back full of red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold.
Flying separately, they still come out alone, and they occasionally meet in groups. Far away harm will always be avoided by sparrows, but by scrambling to be the first to avoid bees.
The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow. The heart of Cui Chuan Dan 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 West Wind, I still have to pick hibiscus. 2. "Jin Se" Li Shangyin plays fifty strings of Jin Se for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of 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. 3. "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 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? .
9. Ancient poems about butterflies Yuan Qu
Butterfly Flying
Li He of the Tang Dynasty
The poplars flutter against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen 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.