Ba Jin's Bird Poems

We had dinner in Chen's primary school.

The fever has dropped. The sun went down, leaving only a brilliant Xia Hong on the horizon, on the top of the mountain and on the treetops.

"Let's go boating!" Chen suggested. We stood by the pool in front of the school and watched the mountain view.

"No," other friends interjected gloomily. We took a gravel road and soon reached the Pearl River.

There is a thatched pavilion. Passing through Shui Ge, we found some boats under two big trees by the river.

We jumped on the boat one by one. A friend untied the rope and picked up a bamboo pole. The boat moved slowly towards the middle of the river.

Three friends rowed the boat, and Ye and I sat on the boat and looked around. There stands a tower on the hillside in the distance, and many green trees embrace it.

There are few towers like this near here. This is my friend Ye's hometown. The river is wide, and there are no waves on the white water.

The ship sailed calmly on the water. Three paddles paddle regularly in the water.

In one place, the river narrows. Clusters of green leaves stretch out to the water.

The leaves are lovely green. These are many lush banyan trees, but I can't see where the trunk is.

When I said many banyan trees, my mistakes were corrected by my friends at once. One friend said there was only one banyan tree, and another friend said there were two banyan trees. I have seen many big banyan trees, but it is the first time for me to see such a big banyan tree.

Our boat is getting closer to the banyan tree. I had a chance to see its true face: this is a big tree with countless branches, and it has taken root again, and many roots hang down to the ground and go into the soil.

Some branches hang down to the water, and from a distance, they look like a big tree lying on the water. Now is the season of lush foliage (the trees have produced small fruits, and many of them have fallen off. )

This banyan tree seems to show us all its vitality. There are so many green leaves, one on top of the other, leaving no gaps.

Green is shining before our eyes, as if every leaf has a new life trembling, this beautiful southern tree! The boat anchored under the tree for a while, and the shore was wet, so we didn't go up. Friends say this is "a paradise for birds". There are many birds nesting in this tree, and farmers are not allowed to catch them.

I seem to hear some birds flapping their wings, but when my eyes look closely, I can't see the shadow of a bird. Only countless roots stand on the ground, like many wooden stakes.

The ground is wet, so the river often washes ashore at high tide. There is not a bird in "Bird Paradise", I think.

The ship has left. A friend paddled the boat and slowly flowed to the middle of the river.

There are several litchi trees on the path by the river. Many red fruits are hung on the green leaves.

That's where our ship flows. A friend picked up an paddle and rowed the boat into a small ditch.

By the side of the path, the boat stopped and we all jumped on the shore. Two friends quickly climbed the tree and dropped some lychees with leaves from the tree. Chen and I stood under the tree and picked them up.

When they went down to the field, we all ate lychees and walked back to the boat. The next day, we went boating to Ye's hometown, where there are mountains and towers.

Starting from Chen's primary school, we passed the "bird paradise" again. This time it was in the morning, and the sun shone on the water and the treetops.

Everything looks bright. Our boat also stayed under the tree for a while.

It was very quiet at first. Suddenly a bird called.

When our friend Chen clapped his hands, we saw a big bird flying, and then we saw the second and third one. Let's keep clapping.

Soon, the forest became very lively. Birds are everywhere, birds are everywhere.

Big, small, flowery and black, some are standing on the branches screaming, some are flying, and some are flapping their wings. I watched carefully.

My eyes are really flooded. I saw this clearly, missed that, saw that, and the third flew away. A thrush flew out, surprised our applause, flew into the Woods, stood on a twig and sang excitedly. Its songs are very nice.

"Let's go," Ye urged me. When the boat flowed to the countryside under the tower, I looked back at the lush banyan trees left behind me.

I'm a little nostalgic. My eyes deceived me yesterday.

"Bird's paradise" is indeed a bird's paradise.

2. Poems about birds: Two orioles are singing green willows, and a row of egrets are driving orioles in the sky. In all their music, the weather from trees is getting better and better every day. These birds live in harmony with each other. Respondents: Baomu Yushan | Grade 5 | June 2, 200917: 02 Birds are singing in the river, and Wang Weiren is enjoying the sweet-scented osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. I am slandered here by Ouyang Xiu, a singing bird. Every time I smell clever words, I should be sick.

Spring in the mountain city is bitter and lonely, and I always hate it without grace. Flowers bloom and birds talk, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death and friends with flowers and birds.

Flowers can smile at me, and birds advise me to drink without mercy. It's beautiful to drink at leisure, so as not to scatter birds.

The barren spirit is all along the banks of the Chuze River, and Li Sao is haggard and sad, waking up alone. The thrush Ouyang Xiu moves at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple. Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.

Li Bai, a parting lover, the clear water does not move, and the peach blossoms come from the shore. Peach blossoms make water color, and waves shake spring color.

I like my son's beauty and my articles. The wind blows away the green harp, which is purple in curvature.

Once a fish in the water, now two birds. Mourning is a long crow, until five o'clock every night.

Fold the acacia tree and give it to your heart. Water under the bridge, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

There are birds at the end of the world, but there is no Hua Yao's voice. When Xishan Magpie just returned to China, she knew the opportunity by writing three empty maps and avoided flying in a stable place for a long time.

Just because I am never impartial, I congratulate my host at the window. In the mountains, I am just a rare bird, and I don't know my heart.

If you can explain what is happening in the world, Yantai will build thousands of dollars today. Stop him from getting into Chai Fei's net instead of stealing birds from the barn and turning them into fat.

Laierlin hall adds interest to the scenery and stays in the mountain fruit teaching. In Pian Yu, an egret Lutong carved it into an egret. He was anxious to grasp the balance.

When the sand is stuck in the sand, people don't know what idleness means. This spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.

-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.

-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" surprises the mountains and birds, and the sound is flowing in spring.

(Wang Wei: a bird in the stream) There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

(Du Fu: Spring Dream) In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. (Yu Haoran: Chun Xiao) Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..

(Du Fu: "Looking at Yue") The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: Drinking) Birds live with the mountain light here, and people's hearts touch peace in the pool.

(Chang Jian: "A Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple") The birds are high, and the lonely clouds are alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") Birds inhabit trees by the pool, and monks knock on the moon door.

(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion") The cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is even more quiet. (Wang Ji: Entering Zoigexi) In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.

-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.

(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion") The cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is even more quiet. (Wang Ji: if you enter).

This poem about birds was written by Wang Wei, Wang Wangchuan and Hua Zigang. Birds are never poor, and the mountains are full of autumn colors.

Up and down the Huazigang, what a melancholy feeling. Wang Mulan and Chai Qiushan collected the remaining photos and chased the front couple with the birds.

When the color is green, there is no place to give the evening haze. Wang Wei, Huang Fu, Yue Yunxi, the birds are singing in the brook, and people are idle, and the night is quiet and spring is empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. Wang Wei's Lin Gaotai sent Li Ji's Lin Gaotai and Kawahara's Extreme.

The faint bird returns, and the pedestrian walks. Three of Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems have been seen in the cold plum blossoms, and the birds are heard again.

Looking forward to the spring grass, I am afraid of my previous life. Pei Di Wangchuan Mulan Village sunset, birds singing in the stream.

Yuanxi Road has deepened. When will you be happy? Twenty songs from Wangchuan, Pei Di, have been to Julie Pavilion and had a blind date with Taoism.

There are no mountain birds in and out of the world. Chu Guangxi's Four Poems in the South of the Yangtze River draws leaves by the stream and picks reed seedlings on the shore.

In order to cherish Yuanyang, gently animate the radial direction. Wang Changling sent Tan Ba to Guilin, the guest center is still in Chu, and the general is in Linxiang.

Don't worry about apes and birds, the cold weather is long and the water is long. Liu Changqing sent his son-in-law Cui and Li Mu to Yangzhou and took their young children to fish for the rest of their lives.

Be careful and tell the guests to return to China, not to mention Taoyuan people. Meng Haoran boarded Xianshan Pavilion and sent a letter to Zhang Shaofu, the first leader of Jinling. The wind is very strong, and Yun Fan is like a flying bird.

Try Zhang Yuxuan. Hans wants to come back. Meng Haoran Xiao Chun I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Li Bai Koguryo's golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late.

Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east. Li Bai estimated that the sea passengers would sail the boat far away by the wind.

For example, birds in the clouds disappear without a trace. Li Bai's Seventeen Poems of Qiu Ge, an Ostrich in Autumn Brocade, is rare in the world.

Pheasants are too shy to wear sweaters. Li Bai's "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" is about crossing the bird path and Jiang Zu making a fish beam.

The water is in a hurry, and the flowers are fragrant. Li Bai watches Mugua Mountain get up early to watch the sunrise, and the faint birds return.

Being in a foreign country has long been sour, not to mention facing the papaya mountain. Li Bai was drunk in Wang Hanyang Hall, and I flew south and north like a partridge.

When I was looking for Hanyang Order, I returned by drunken moon. Li Bai sits alone in Jingting Mountain, birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.

You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. Li Bai sent himself to the wine without feeling guilty, and his clothes were full of flowers.

Birds are still scarce when you are drunk. Li Bai's wisteria tree wisteria hangs in the clouds, and the flowers are just right for spring.

Dense-leaved tibetan songs bird, fragrant wind keeps the United States. Wei Changmen missed the past, walked down a big tree alone and got to know each other from a distance.

This is a sad and eternal thing. I lean against the door at dusk. Wei looked at the South Tower at night, and in the dead of night, blackbirds moved in the forest.

There are no cities, only four mountains. Wei lived alone in the mound house, the mountains and moons were as bright as candles, and the wind and frost moved bamboo.

Birds are frightened in the middle of the night, and people leave windows alone. In Cen Can, Sanhui Temple is desolate, the wild temple is desolate, and the ancient trees are cold and sad.

There are birds on the empty steps, just like when making books. On the way, Guo Xiang's slogan (Lu Yi's poem) held jade for three dynasties and Chu for ten years.

There are flowers and birds in Luoyang every year. Du Fu's two quatrains: the bluebird in the river is too white, and the mountain is blue and white.

This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home? Du Fu's six quatrains: the shower brings the foot of the stream, and the oblique light turns to the waist of the tree.

The yellow birds in the nest close and the white fish jump. Du fu's six quatrains: the river moves the moon and moves the stone, and the stream circles the clouds and flowers.

Birds know the old road when they live and sail over their homes. One hundred untitled poems by Qian Qi and You Jiang (written by Xie Qian) started the birds on the sand and splashed the sunset spray.

No matter the fish in many places, you should guard against one eye.

Poems about birds help you stick them together.

Draw a bird

(1) there is no "bird" poem.

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's "One-step Riverside Search for Aromatherapy"

When will the swallow return, and the peach blossom on the shore will be dipped in water. -Vae Fu's "Youchun Lake"

Lonely grass grows on the shore and orioles sing on the trees. -Don Wei Wu Ying is in Chuzhou, on the bank of Xixi.

In the tree full of red flowers and the jubilant crowd, orioles are singing, the shore of the West Lake is covered with grass, and egrets are flying on the calm lake. -On the Lake by Vae Yuan Jie

In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day. -Wang Song Ling's "Send to Spring"

Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . -Don Du Fu's One Night Abroad

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. -Song Xin Qiqi "Xijiang Moon"

Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"

"Two orioles sing on the top of green willows, and egrets reach the sky" —— Four-character Poems by Tang Du Fu

The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk. -"Hunting" by Tang Wang Wei

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. -Zhang Song He Zhi's Song of the Fisherman

Drive the chicken to the tree, and only then can you hear the sound of chopping wood. -Tang Du Fu's Three Songs of Qiangzhai (I)

I groaned at my own shadow, like a lonely wandering wild goose, resigned to fate and scattered in a tent for nine autumn. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Full Moon Feelings"

Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. -Qiu Si of Zhiyuan, Ma Yuan

Can floating clouds and storks become tenants of our world? ? -Don Liu Changqing "To the Master"

The independent gate is sunny in the spring rain, and the white chicken flies and crows. -Ye Songshao Weng's Xixi

② Poetry with the word "bird"

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wei's "Bird Song Stream"

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Tang Jiadao's Li Ning in Seclusion

North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. -"Nineteen Ancient Poetry" and "Walking and Walking Again"

Birds fly home, foxes die first. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow for the Past"

The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter Tonamiyama. -Wang Tangji's "If you are in Xi"

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"

There are no flowers on the grass, and birds crow all the way to the spring mountain. -Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. -Tang Changjian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds. -Don Cen Can's news review Du Fu in his office in the left court.

The bird's song is broken, it is for the warm spring breeze; When the sun is at noon, the flower shadows will appear thick. -Don Du Xunhe's "Spring Palace Complaints"

5. Poems about birds depict birds.