Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: sunny weather, breezy breeze, pigeons flying freely, and newborn orioles crowing, as if to tell people that spring is chilly.
2, feel the pigeons outside the cloud, flying in groups. One hundred and thirty poems from the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's Wandering Dance Town Temple.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Thanks to those white pigeons flying in groups above the white clouds.
3. The dove flies for a while, and the Zen room drinks fragrant tea. From the teacher's room with bright eyes by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: When the pigeons took off, the sun was already setting, and the monks in the meditation room were quietly drinking fragrant tea.
4, around my white dove, just like a parrot. From When I Was Rich to the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Anshi.
The white dove circled around me like a parrot.
The grass in spring is greener in autumn. Pigeons didn't return to the west. Who can stay in Luo Jing for a long time? Simple clothes were stained with dust. Xie Tiao, a poet in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, wrote a poem "Appreciating Wang Jin's An Deyuan".
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Spring grass is greener in autumn, and pigeons have not yet returned to Beijing. And I am at the mercy of Kyoto, unpredictable. If anything happens, we will never meet again.
2. Poems about pigeons miss a wandering pigeon.
Type: Liu Poetry
A brown pigeon.
On a stormy night
Stay on my balcony.
Into my unexpected and surprised eyes
I don't know where it came from
I wonder where it will fly.
Its messy wings and trembling posture
People breed endless sadness and pity.
I saw it in its absent eyes.
Understand pain, helplessness and desolation
I kindly put in water and white rice.
It's cautious, and then it wolfs down.
This is a wandering pigeon.
I helped him loosen the rope on his leg.
Build a warm and safe nest, but I still don't know.
Did you lose your way in escaping from your previous life or chasing your dreams?
This wandering pigeon
On the seventh day of my careful feeding
Leave without saying goodbye, I know
It will continue to wander.
I began to spend every lonely night.
Miss the wandering pigeons
I don't know where I am.
Can it find enough food?
pigeon
The first person to cover the morning bell
This is the lap dance last night.
The death of spring
Stopped all the crying of life
This is the morning of April.
While I was still tidying up
Last night's dream
The clear cry of pigeons
Polish my heavy eyes
Flap your slender wings.
Raise the brilliant sun
When pigeons bend over and fly.
Light pours into the cup of heaven and earth.
From the cooing sound
Get out of the flying posture
Through the lost sky
All the secrets
Riding on the back of a pigeon.
Blow a hot wind
The wind always walks with a girl's pretty posture.
Build all the strong walls
Collapse in a smile
A vague moment
Be remembered by pigeons
In the wind and rain
The first group of people to stand up
Try to fly.
Expand dreams and other things
But the wind passes through my body.
Take away the sound of fracture
Ci and Fu in Qin and Han Dynasties
Tangsongyun
It's all in the song of brothel.
Thin.
Always keep an attitude.
Pigeons standing and walking
On McDonnell Douglas.
Stay alone in the pastoral sunset
Pigeons pierce white clouds.
It will penetrate everything.
depressed
The long flower of the previous dynasty was blood
The willows beside the farewell road are still thin.
insufferable
For thousands of years, a nation has been chasing after it.
Tragic journey
Walk into my blood
It became an instinctive scream in my body cavity.
From then on, I can watch pigeons.
All the space
Full of this mysterious appearance.
I admire the shape of pigeons.
Instead of praising eagles and others
In the pigeon's blood
I haven't seen anything.
The most beautiful flight
Shocking.
Feiyue Huayu
Also dancing in the graveyard
Take the heart of the ancient road and thin horse
Chew wormwood gently.
Overflowing westerly wind
When livelihoods are neglected
The integrity of pigeons
Ignore ancient times
The human mood in the storm
Seek asylum step by step.
Praise time
Is the wheat that grows in the ground.
Raise your cold eyes
You can harvest it.
The secular custom of crop after crop.
The years from forest to forest
This is not a song.
Pigeons always squint.
Look at this frowny spring.
Yearning for feeding pigeons.
As if in a poem
The beauty of completing the whole process
When I applaud such a move,
The snapping sound can't fly out.
The shape of a pigeon
The eyes of that dusty woman
Always die in the smoke of the world
Let me wait a moment.
The tranquility of the pigeon side wall
The smell of wisteria outside the window
Wake up the shepherd's god
Raise the whip home too early
A series of oblique sunlight
Pull into the pigeon's body
Begging for blood and painting red night clouds
And the wings of pigeons
Soak in the dusk
Darken the window.
Let my mood
Melancholy
Incomplete combustion
3. A poem about pigeons, Guan Xiu's Living in the Master.
Cut the flowers in Cangzhou, and the clouds are idle.
Although it sounds like rain at night, it tastes worse than autumn.
Pigeons hide in ancient houses, and turbulence gathers in deserted gardens.
Inorganic heart is, why use words.
Shen Quanqi, Jiuzhenshan Jingju Temple
Da Shi gave birth to Tianzhu, which is divided into two parts.
When people are in trouble, Galand is at the foot of the mountain.
The stream is fragrant as a brake, and the dangerous peak stone is a niche.
Wait for Zen green pigeon milk and get a glimpse of white ape ginseng.
The vine loves the wall between the clouds, and the flowers pity the rocks under the pool.
Spring is good for you, and the forest hangs a bathrobe.
Disciples mourn their ignorance, and the medical king regrets his words.
Suspicion is ignorance.
If you want to study karma, just talk about it and give up shame.
Outside the tiger creek, under the double trees, there is nothing.
4. What are some famous sayings or poems about pigeons? 1, "Living by the Lord"
Author: Guan Xiu
Cut the flowers in Cangzhou, and the clouds are idle.
Although it sounds like rain at night, it tastes worse than autumn.
Pigeons hide in ancient houses, and turbulence gathers in deserted gardens.
Inorganic heart is, why use words.
2. The Sadness of Tongde Jingshe's Old Residence
Author: Wei
After staying in Beijing for ten years, Lin Dong visited old Beijing.
No mountains and rivers, no intention to stay.
When the traces of moving are still there, we will go together and come back alone.
I also saw pigeons in the window, flying around the courtyard at dusk.
3. "Abandon the temple without flowing"
Author: Jiao Ran
After Wuyuan left chaos, the real world was dusty.
The waning moon gives birth to autumn water, and sorrow rises.
Now that people are alive, pigeons will return.
Without physiology, I will give you seven pains.
4. "To Master Hamming"
Author: Geng Kun
From the west Tianzhu, hold the scriptures and serve the purple.
Sanskrit has changed over the years, and bitter customs have returned.
After a long meditation on the moon, Moss was discharged from the hospital.
There are pigeons between the beams, and there is no way to return.
5. Lingyun Temple
Author: Xue Neng
Like a pavilion like a mountain, who will make a stone ladder?
Millions of people live in a settlement, which can attract attention at a glance.
In Ramadan, people come to live and pigeons go to live.
From the side, he is also an extremely bookish, and the guiding light is Shen Li.
5. Are there any famous sayings or poems about white pigeons? Poems about the white dove are:
1, the flight time of the dove is inclined-Tang Wang Changling's "Teacher Mingmou's Room"
2, climb the building to know the white dove-Tang Pirixiu's "Alone in Kaiyuan Temple for the summer, quite pregnant with Lu Wang, because of flying pens"
3. Pigeons dive into the purple trough-Zhang Song Chen Biao's pipa.
The famous sayings about the white dove are:
1. In this world, the greatest freedom is not being trapped in a corner and letting countless white pigeons get into your head, but being able to get out of the room and adapt to the crowd. -Shu Haicang gave birth to "one product in ten years"
2. How many oceans does a white dove have to fly to sleep peacefully on the beach?
How many roads must a person walk before he can be called a man? -Bob Dylan "The answer is driving in the wind"
3. Poets should not always sit under the eaves and mumble, and sages should not stay indoors for a long time. You know, birds will never sing in caves, and doves will never be proud of their dovecote. Walden Lake in Thoreau
6. This poem about pigeons first covers the morning bell. Last night's dancing and the death of pink spring stopped all the crying of life. It was an April morning, and I was still sorting out last night's dream. The clear cry of pigeons brightened my heavy eyes, flapped my slender wings and raised the dazzling sun. At the moment when the dove leaned over to fly, the light poured into the cup of heaven and earth, walked out of the flying posture from the cuckoo and broke through the lost sky. All the mysteries are riding on the pigeon's back and shoulders. The hot air always walks with a girl's pretty posture, which makes all the solid-walled cities collapse with a smile. The hazy moment is remembered by the pigeon as the first crowd standing in the wind and rain, trying to create a flying scene, spreading dreams and other winds all over my body, but taking away the sound of broken bones. The rhymes of Qin, Han, Tang and Song Dynasties are all thin in the songs of brothels, always standing in a posture. Pigeons walking are always alone in the countryside on McDonnell Douglas. Pigeons penetrate the white clouds, and they penetrate all the joys and sorrows. The long flowers in the past are the farewell of blood. The willows on the roadside are still thin and fragile. For thousands of years, a nation's pursuit of sadness has entered my body cavity, and my blood has become an instinctive cry. From then on, I can look at the pigeons, and all the spaces are flooded. This mysterious appearance, I admire the appearance of pigeons, and I do not praise the blood of eagles and other pigeons. The liquid is dripping with the most beautiful flight I have ever seen, flying over the flower rain is thrilling, and it also rotates around the graveyard, holding the mind of thin horses in the ancient road and gently chewing the west wind overflowing from wormwood. When livelihood ignores the integrity of pigeons and the mood of human beings in ancient storms, it is time to seek praise step by step. What can be harvested from one forest to another is the secular wheat that grows in the ground. This is not a song. Pigeons always squint at this stuffy spring, longing for pigeons to eat, as if the whole process is beautiful in a poem. When I applaud for such a touch, the sound of applause can't fly out of the shape of a pigeon. The eyes of prostitutes always fade in the dust of the world, which makes me more restless than the wisteria outside the window. The shepherd's god woke up prematurely, raised his whip, pulled the oblique sunlight into the pigeon's body, and asked for blood. The pigeon's wings were covered with red clouds, and the evening darkened the window, which made
7. What are the poems describing the white dove?
Title "Teacher's Room with Eyes"
Year: Tang Author: Changling Wang
Pigeons fly obliquely, the meditation room is quiet, and they drink fragrant tea. Pour people into the city, pour people into the country, cut off new hair and shave it. Jade ruyi, golden bath bottle, red lips and white teeth can recite scriptures. Wu's words are even more vivid. At sunset, the bell rang, and tin foil curtains hung on the robes.
When I am rich
Year: Tang Author: Wang Fanzhi
When I am rich, women will take good care of me. If I take off my clothes and fold my robe and coat. I went out to ask for it, and I was on my way when I delivered it. Put the money in the house and watch me smile. Circling around my white dove like a parrot. I was temporarily poor when I met you, and I looked good when I met you. When people are seven poor people, seven rich people will repay them. The pursuit of wealth ignores people, as if times are changing.
pipa
Year: Song Author: Zhang
Pigeons dive into the purple trough, and Zhu Luan flies into the blue sky. "How can I feel about the riverside" and "Fu Ying Nishang Song" are re-emphasized. It is full of fairy tales and fairy tales. A little pity breaks the spring breeze and hates it. Why is it as high as the moon tonight?
Explanation:
Baige (bái gē): Baige, pigeons used to be the main means of transportation to transmit information, unlike mobile phones and faxes now. In this way, pigeons have become a bridge for people to communicate. In people's hopes, everyone hopes that good things will always accompany them. Therefore, pigeons that convey information carry many wishes of people.
Make sentences:
1 Love is a dove with olive leaves, which makes people all over the world know the importance of peace.
Pigeons have long and hard feathers on their wings and tails, which can be unfolded like folding fans. Pigeons' feathers are gray, like a silver-gray coat; There is a circle of golden feathers around her neck, just like a beautiful and dazzling gold necklace worn around the girl's neck.
3 white dove and red date rice. Stew the rice until the water is almost dry, spread the pickled pigeon meat and red dates on the rice noodles, cover them tightly, and simmer until cooked.
May your love soar on the wings of a flying dove.
The auspicious day of the zodiac appeared again, and the National Day holiday was full of joy. The dove fills the sky with fragrance, and the red lantern shines. Fireworks and laughter fly so as to transport you. No matter whether the years are short or long, happiness comes into your heart. Good things are coming. Don't be busy. Happiness will always fly with you. Happy National Day and happy family!