1. What are the ancient poems about animals in spring?
In several places, the early warblers compete for warmth in the trees, and whose new swallows peck at the spring mud. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" - Bai Juyi< /p>
There are two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. "Evening View of the Spring River in Huichong" - Su Shi
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water. "Fishermen's Song" "Zhang Zhihe"
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky. "Quequatrains" - Du Fu
Two evening scenes on the Spring River by Su Shi Hui
A few branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The reeds are all over the ground and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Two quatrains
The beauty of the country in Chiri
The fragrance of flowers and grass in the spring breeze
The mud melts and the flying swallows
The sand Warm sleeping mandarin ducks
The green birds on the river are more than white
The blue flowers on the mountains are about to burn
This spring has passed again
When is the return year 2 .What are the ancient poems containing animals that describe spring?
1. "The River is Red Fifty Heads" by Guo Yingxiang of the Song Dynasty
Sad eyes, yellow bees and butterfly powder, grass smoke and flower dew. Don't dream about clouds and rain on the balcony, don't miss the spring trees in Weibei.
2. "White Silk Walk" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
In spring, clothes dance for you, and butterflies fly over and oriole talk. The fallen hairspring is also sentimental, and should be lifted lightly when the wind shines.
3. "Butterfly Loves Flowers·A Jian of Slightly Cold Forbidden Green Gown" by Zhao Chongji of the Song Dynasty
The flowers bloom again, and the old swallows add new ones. The wind swirls down the red incense. Luan flies from the crabapple branches. The mist envelops you in spring. The green grass is clear and the love is like water.
4. "Fisher Song Zi·Chu Mountain Green" by Li Xun of the Song Dynasty
Willows are hanging on the silk, flowers are all over the trees, and orioles are singing in the spring dusk on the bank of Chu. In a light boat, we go out of Shenpu, and the fisherman returns home slowly singing.
5. "Huanxi Sand" by Shi Hao of the Song Dynasty
The beautiful Zhu Ying overlooks the blue lake, and there is no dust in the wind and moon. Only green ants are floating around. What's more, spring is just refreshing, and the staff and quinoa are in harmony with the beginning of plum blossoms. There are no beads on the half-crusted branches. 3. Poems describing spring animals and plants
1. Visiting the garden is not worth it
The author Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty
Should pity the clogs with green moss on their teeth, and the small buckle of firewood and the open door for a long time Not open.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
Translation
Perhaps the owner of the garden was worried that my clogs would trample the moss he cherished, so he knocked lightly on the wood door, but no one came to open it for a long time. But after all, the spring beauty in the garden cannot be contained. Look, there is a pink apricot flower sticking out of the wall.
2. Ode to the Willow
Author He Zhizhang, Tang Dynasty
Jasper is made up to the height of a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Translation
The tall willow trees are covered with new green leaves, and the gentle willow branches hang down, like thousands of gently fluttering green ribbons. Whose skillful hands cut these thin young leaves? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February, like a pair of dexterous scissors.
3. Village Living
Author Gao Ding, Qing Dynasty
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.
Translation
In the second month of the lunar calendar, the grass in and around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying here and there. The willows are covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the embankment. The water vapor that evaporates between the water and vegetation condenses like smoke. The willows seem to be intoxicated by this rich scenery. The children in the village hurried home after school and took advantage of the east wind to fly kites into the blue sky.
4. In early spring, Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water (Part 1)
Author Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the grass is green from a distance. But no.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Translation
Over the streets of the capital city, there is a heavy rain. The rain is as fine and moist as milk. The grass emerges from the ground. From a distance, the grass color is vaguely connected, but when you look up close, it is not clear. Seems sparse and sporadic. The most beautiful scenery of the year is the scenery in early spring, which is far better than the late spring when the city is full of green poplars.
5. Huichong Chunjiang Xiaojing
Author Su Shi Dynasty Song Dynasty
Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Translation
Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest. Ducks are playing in the water. They are the first to notice the warming of the river in early spring. The river beach is already covered with wormwood, asparagus has begun to sprout, and the pufferfish are about to swim upstream from the sea to the river. 4. Poems describing spring animals and plants
Animals: Goose and goose, singing to the sky; white hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves.
Su Shi's "Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River in Hui Chong": "A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a foreteller of the warmth of the spring river. The reeds are all over the ground and the reed buds are short, which is when the pufferfish is about to come."
Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River": Birds in thousands of mountains have all flown away, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Two quatrains by Du Fu. The spring breeze in the river and mountains is late. The fragrant mud of flowers and grass melts. Swallows are flying in the sand. They are sleeping warmly. The blue birds on the Yuanyang River are flying over the white mountains. The blue flowers are about to burn. This spring, look at what day will pass and it will be the return year. Six quatrains by Du Fu. The sun rises over the fence. To the east of the cloud house, in the north, the mud bamboos sing loudly and dance in the emerald sand. Birds are dancing in the emerald sand. Chickens and stamens are flying around. Bees and butterflies are lurking in the secluded area. Lazy and moving guests come to see how to dig wells, hand over palm leaves, open canals, cut bamboo roots, flat boats, light cables, and winding paths. The sudden rain in the village brings the slanting light to the foot of the stream. The yellow bird nests in the waist of the tree and turn over the algae. The white fish jumps under the house and the bamboo shoots penetrate the wall. In the courtyard, the vines and thorns on the eaves are clear. The clear silk is running slowly over the river. The white grass is slender. The river is moving. The moon is moving over the stone stream. The clouds are empty and beside the flowers. Crows are aware. The old road sails and whose house we stay, Du Fu returns to worry. Twelve poems, where people are living in remote places. Tiger tracks return to new hooves. Wild falcons peep at grass villages. Boats go up rivers. Fishing boats gather all the traps. Faint crows pick up their wings. The thin moon is born. Beginners learn to fan. The clouds are fine and cannot be made into clothes. How did the army and horses return to their homeland now? The acquaintances have long been on the battlefield. The old man has to do farm work at home and returns to the new year. The old man is afraid of losing firewood, golden threads, embroidered arrows, clusters of soap tails, flag poles, and the wind and dust. It is difficult to travel. How can the barbarians ever engage in war? Reluctant to rest, Lu Yan listens to the boy talking and laughing, looking for the title of the feudal lord Zhenguan, the bronze tooth crossbow, the Kaiyuan brocade beast, the flower gate, the small arrow, this thing is abandoned on the battlefield. Today, Xianglin Ma Xian should drive the drum cart without work and ask the generals of Hebei. The Origin of the Confinement Soldiers and the Tiger Soldiers are dissatisfied with the autumn colors on the river in Phoenix City. The fire clouds will never move. Wushan is still a brocade tree in the southern country, and the oriole hates Tao Pengze. He has no money and loves the chrysanthemums. Now it is nine days to realize that the wine must be credited to reduce the disease. The poems are still clumsy and full of meaning. Don't look at Mr. Jiang, when he was rewarded, the fish were like wild geese coming from the east. Travelers from thousands of miles away were determined to return home in a few years. The wild geese flew high and due north to Wuyi Lane. As the sun sets, the swallows in front of the Wang Xietang in the old days fly into ordinary people's homes and their children are nostalgic for Mianchi. . Tao Yuanming is graceful, the newly arrived swallows have entered my house first, and the old ones are still there. The prime minister will return to his old residence. Bai Juyi has been coming and going for a thousand times, and I am afraid of hunger in the nest for thirty days. The mother is thin and the chicks are fat. --------------- -------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- Peach Blossom (Qing Dynasty) Liu When will the flying swallows return? The peach blossoms on the bank will bloom when dipped in water. The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, so the small boat is pushed out of the willow shade.
"Village Evening", "Thunder Thunder", "Grass is full, pond is full of water, mountains are covered with cold ripples as the sun sets. The shepherd boy goes back across the cow's back, and the piccolo is played without a tune. Please remember to adopt it, and welcome to ask questions. .