1. Poems about butterflies
1. "Two Poems on Changgan Xing" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Original excerpt:
Moss It is too deep to be swept, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind.
In August, butterflies come and fly on the grass in the west garden.
Definition:
The green moss is too thick and difficult to clean, the leaves fall, and autumn comes early. In August, yellow butterflies danced on the grass in the West Garden.
2. "Rain and Clear" by Wang Jia of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
Before the rain, the stamens of the flowers were first seen, and after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.
Butterflies fly over the wall, but they suspect that spring is in the next door.
Definition:
Before the rain, the stamens can be seen when the flowers first bloom, but after the rain, the flowers are no longer visible among the green leaves. Bees and butterflies flew to the other side of the wall, and they still suspected that the spring beauty was in the neighbor's yard.
3. "Two Poems on Qujiang" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpts from the original text:
The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water.
Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing, so don’t go against each other for the time being.
Interpretation:
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!
4. "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" by Huang Chao of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Definition:
The rustling autumn wind is coming, and the chrysanthemums in the garden are swaying. The fragrance of the stamens is full of chillness, making it difficult for butterflies and bees to come. One day, I will be the God of Spring, and I will arrange for chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom in spring.
5. "The Qingming Festival" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Original text excerpt:
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an empty hall, reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.
Interpretation:
It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green. Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting. 2. Poems about butterflies
1. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River Part 6" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu and Huang Si's maiden's house was full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. Translation: The paths around Huang Si’s mother’s house were filled with flowers, and the branches were weighed down by thousands of flowers.
Butterflies circled and danced reluctantly among the flowers, and the free oriole kept singing among the flowers. 2. "Xugongdian, Suxin City" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the tree tops have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found. Translation: There are few fences, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the trees are falling one after another, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower bush and was never found again. 3. "Jin Se" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin made fifty strings of brocade for no reason, each string and one column was 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. Translation: There are twenty-five strings in the Seben, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so fifty strings means broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough to express the longing for those beautiful years. .
Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke.
Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just normal, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons·Part 2" Song Dynasty: Fan Cheng has large plums with golden yellow and fat apricots, and sparse wheat flowers, white cabbage flowers. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Translation: The plums on the trees turned golden, and the apricots grew bigger and bigger; the buckwheat flowers were all white, while the rapeseed flowers looked sparse. As the day grows longer, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises. No one passes by; only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
5. "The Qingming Festival" Tang Dynasty: Emperor Meng Haoran valued the Qingming Festival, and people were worried about themselves. The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
Translation: It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green.
Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting. 3. Ancient poems about butterflies
Ancient poems about butterflies include:
1. "Chasing He Liu Yun" by Li He in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Tingzhou white apple grass, Liu Yun returned 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:
The poplars are fluttering against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen is full of 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, which exuded the warm breath of spring. 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 on 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 foot 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:
Beside the 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, and each string and 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 help from the field and laughing at the hero. 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. What are the poems about butterflies?
I will find some poems for you. I won’t post the words:
Butterfly Flying
Tang Li He
< p> 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.
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 chrysanthemums. 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 from the sorrow of butterflies, and the love is 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. 5. Poems about butterflies (good lines)
"Jin Se" Li Shangyin's Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and 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 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. (The second couplet probably says that the past is like smoke) "Traveler on a Spring Eve" by Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty) The water flows and the flowers wither, sending the east wind through Chu City.
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? (This poem uses clear language and neat rhyme to express the feeling of cherishing spring and homesickness vividly and poetically) "Poetry of Proud Son" Li Shangyin wants to compete with the butterfly, but the catkins are not withered. (It writes about a young man running lively, chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Miscellaneous Poems No. 8" (Jin Dynasty) Zhang Xie reported his duties 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 Lord Bo Jizhe" (Southern Dynasties) Xie looked at the flowers and saw butterflies in random numbers, and the wind curtains entered the two swallows.
"Poem of Spring" (Tang Dynasty) Li Baichen 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 flew two butterflies, low and low.
"Two Poems on Qujiang" (Part 2) (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu returned to the court to wear spring clothes every day, and returned home drunk every day at the head of the river. Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years of life.
The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water. They spread the word that the scenery is constantly changing, and they should not be incompatible with each other for the time being. [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] (Pan Xiangjiang River) (Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang God will pay me for this, and I will go to the Canglang in June.
Beyond the cicadas shed dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. [Sijia Ke] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying is obsessed with butterflies and disappears without a trace. Dreams fall deep in dawn, and the cold fragrance closes the heart of the small courtyard.
"The Back Hall in the Evening Day" (Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasty) by Emperor Jian Wen of Xiao Gang. The willows on the bank have long leaves, and the window peaches have fallen into thin tarsus. The flowers contain butterfly powder and bamboo leaves contain dragonfly beads.
"Answer" Liu Lingxian (female) sings orioles in the leaves, and plays with butterflies and ducks among the flowers. "The River is Red, Ignite the Cherry" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji's butterfly does 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 the north) "Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin The sun is slanting on the bank of Qingling Terrace, and the eternal soul is beautiful and beautiful. Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly, flying leisurely on other flowers.
"Li Yishan's Collected Poems" and "Ode to Butterflies" (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yikuang sometimes sees catkins dancing in the pear blossoms. The spring evening breeze on the river is warm and gentle, and the flower sellers are chasing each other across the bridge.
(Xie Yi composed three hundred butterfly poems, known as Xie Hudie, "Yuzhang Poetry Talk") "Jingnan Bamboo Branch Poems: Ode to Butterfly Lovers" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu Scholars 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 government has established a "Double Butterfly Festival" on the first day of the third lunar month (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) in "Jiang Xing" (Tang Dynasty) ) The Yuxuanji River hugs Wuchang slantingly, and thousands of households are in front of Parrot Island. The painting boat is sleeping in the spring and the morning is not over yet, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
The last two sentences express the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I am dreaming, I can still feel my emotions waving. Ethereal and wonderful, conveying the spirit beyond words.
"Sunny Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jia first saw the stamens among the flowers before the rain, but after the rain there were no flowers inside the leaves. Butterflies fly over the wall, and it seems that the spring scenery is in the neighboring house.
"Ode to the Butterfly" Emperor Wen of the Liang Dynasty returned to this place and sent swallowtail butterflies to fly on the flowers. Those who send a message to each other will always be of the same mind. A poem about the beautiful butterfly in Taiwan (Song Dynasty) by Xue Xiuxuan. The butterfly dance condenses the soul of the mountain, and the flowers bloom, thinking of the beautiful face.
"Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. One of the four poems of Li Shangyin's "Butterfly" is a solitary butterfly with small feathers wandering around, its pink wings spreading.
And it should hurt Jiao Jie and come close to the snow frequently. Its two leaves are turned over, and the diagonal bridge faces the side door.
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 when everything is gone, come and see Lansun. The third time he came to the small garden for the first time, he met Suo Wei for a while.
I am far afraid that the fragrant dust will break, and I am lightly worried that the beautiful snow will melt. 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 entered the Qihu. The fourth one flew to embroider Huyin and passed deep into the painting building.
Apply Qin Tai powder heavily and Han Palace gold lightly. There are only catkins in the phase, and the mention is flower heart.
Can Ling Guke be invited to sing at midnight? End-turning comic poem <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.
Meiliu is noisy in front of Jin, and magpies are noisy in front of Jin. Magpies are happy for the clear spring. 6. Poems about praising butterflies
"Jin Se" Li Shangyin's Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and 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 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. (The second couplet probably says that the past is like smoke) "Traveler on a Spring Eve" by Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty) The water flows and the flowers wither, sending the east wind through Chu City.
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? (This poem uses clear language and neat rhyme to express the feeling of cherishing spring and homesickness vividly and poetically) "Poetry of Proud Son" Li Shangyin wants to compete with the butterfly, but the catkins are not withered. (It writes about a young man running lively, chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Miscellaneous Poems No. 8" (Jin Dynasty) Zhang Xie reported his duties 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 Lord Bo Jizhe" (Southern Dynasties) Xie looked at the flowers and saw butterflies in random numbers, and the wind curtains entered the two swallows.
"Poem of Spring" (Tang Dynasty) Li Baichen 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 flew two butterflies, low and low.
"Two Poems on Qujiang" (Part 2) (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu returned to the court to wear spring clothes every day, and returned home drunk every day at the head of the river. Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years of life.
The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water. They spread the word that the scenery is constantly changing, and they should not be incompatible with each other for the time being. [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] (Pan Xiangjiang River) (Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang God will pay me for this, and I will go to the Canglang in June.
Beyond the cicadas shed dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. [Sijia Ke] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying is obsessed with butterflies and disappears without a trace. Dreams fall deep in dawn, and the cold fragrance closes the heart of the small courtyard.
"The Back Hall in the Evening Day" (Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasty) by Emperor Jian Wen of Xiao Gang. The willows on the bank have long leaves, and the window peaches have fallen into thin tarsus. The flowers contain butterfly powder and bamboo leaves contain dragonfly beads.
"Answer" Liu Lingxian (female) sings orioles in the leaves, and plays with butterflies and ducks among the flowers. "The River is Red, Ignite the Cherry" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji's butterfly does 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 the north) "Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin The sun is slanting on the bank of Qingling Terrace, and the eternal soul is beautiful and beautiful. Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly, flying leisurely on other flowers.
"Li Yishan's Collected Poems" and "Ode to Butterflies" (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yikuang sometimes sees catkins dancing in the pear blossoms. The spring evening breeze on the river is warm and gentle, and the flower sellers are chasing each other across the bridge.
(Xie Yi composed three hundred butterfly poems, known as Xie Hudie, "Yuzhang Poetry Talk") "Jingnan Bamboo Branch Poems: Ode to Butterfly Lovers" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu Scholars 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 government has established a "Double Butterfly Festival" on the first day of the third lunar month (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) in "Jiang Xing" (Tang Dynasty) ) The Yuxuanji River hugs Wuchang slantingly, and thousands of households are in front of Parrot Island. The painting boat is sleeping in the spring and the morning is not over yet, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
The last two sentences express the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I am dreaming, I can still feel my emotions waving. Ethereal and wonderful, conveying the spirit beyond words.
"Sunny Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jia first saw the stamens among the flowers before the rain, but after the rain there were no flowers inside the leaves. Butterflies fly over the wall, and it seems that the spring scenery is in the neighboring house.
"Ode to the Butterfly" Emperor Wen of the Liang Dynasty returned to this place and sent swallowtail butterflies to fly on the flowers. Those who send a message to each other will always be of the same mind. A poem about the beautiful butterfly in Taiwan (Song Dynasty) by Xue Xiuxuan. The butterfly dance condenses the soul of the mountain, and the flowers bloom, thinking of the beautiful face.
"Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. Li Shangyin's Butterfly> One of the four poems is a solitary butterfly with small feathers wandering around, its pink wings spread out.
And it should hurt Jiao Jie and come close to the snow frequently. Its two leaves are turned over, and the diagonal bridge faces the side door.
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 when everything is gone, come and see Lansun. The third time he came to the small garden for the first time, he met Suo Wei for a while.
I am far afraid that the fragrant dust will break, and I am lightly worried that the beautiful snow will melt. 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 entered the Qihu. The fourth one flew to embroider Huyin and passed deep into the painting building.
Apply Qin Tai powder heavily and Han Palace gold lightly. There are only catkins in the phase, and the mention is flower heart.
Can Ling Guke be invited to sing at midnight? End-turning Poetry Spring > Anonymous Ancient Palindrome Poetry of the Qing Dynasty is a poetry genre known for its uniqueness and interest, and comes in many forms. Here are two palindrome poems related to butterflies.
Meiliu is noisy in front of Jin, and magpies are noisy in front of Jin. Magpies are happy for the clear spring. 7. Poems about butterflies
1. "Walking Alone by the River in Search of Flowers Part 6"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Huang Si's maiden's house was full of flowers. Thousands of flowers weigh down the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
Translation: The paths around Huang Si’s mother’s house were filled with flowers, and the branches were weighed down by thousands of flowers. Butterflies circled and danced reluctantly among the flowers, and the free oriole kept singing among the flowers.
2. "Xugongdian, Suxin City"
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
Translation: There are few fences, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the trees are falling one after another, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower bush and was never found again.
3. "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.
Translation: There are twenty-five strings in the Se, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so fifty strings means broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough. Express my longing for those wonderful years. Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke. Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just normal, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons·Part 2"
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Translation: The plums on the trees turned golden, and the apricots grew bigger and bigger; the buckwheat flowers were all white, while the rapeseed flowers looked sparse. As the day grows longer, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises. No one passes by; only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
5. "The Qingming Festival"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an empty hall, reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.
Translation: It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green. Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting. 8. Poems about praising butterflies
Butterfly Flying
Li He of the Tang Dynasty
Poplars flutter against the tents in the hot spring clouds, 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.
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 where the flowers are fragrant.
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 chrysanthemums. 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.