Are there any poems and essays with butterfly characters?

Li Shangyin's Spring Silkworm: I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Bai Juyi's autumn dishes: autumn flowers are purple, and Qiu Die is yellow and furry. Flowers are low, butterflies are new and small, and flying plays are everywhere. When the cool breeze comes at dusk, flowers fall in succession. The night was cold and the butterfly died. Born in the morning, died in the evening, all kinds of qi follow. I don't see a thousand-year-old crane, how loose it is.

Li Qiucai: What does a butterfly know? Autumn is still flying. It is better to pity the canal than to get spring scenery. Exposing leaves is not what it used to be, and first frost industries can rely on it. There were not many chrysanthemums by the fence, so I had to send my life to the Philippines.

Cui E's four poems: I like Qiu Die as much as I do, and I regret this life. When you are old, you are often ashamed to kiss a stick, but seeing flowers is not as light as watching butterflies.

Song Yaoqiu Cuisine: Flowers fall in love, and butterflies in the empty garden are faint. Although it is cold, it is still flying. Dew chrysanthemum can be picked, cymbidium can be relied on. Since then, I have been afraid that you will decide where to go back.

Liu Yuxi's "Looking at the Yellow and White Chrysanthemum No.9 with Hu Ling": The plain calyx welcomes the cold, and the golden eagle shows the fragrance. Prosperity shines, and Rong Sheng is silvery yellow. Jade shines brightly and clothes are colorful. Wan Li is clear and Qiu Die is melodious. If you dream for nine days, why not accompany you? Full of beautiful colors, unwilling to be severely frosted.

Sikongshu's "Feng He Chang Sheren's Late Autumn Jixian Hospital immediately sends a message to Assistant Minister Xu": Love Phoenix Palace, Lantai Jade Department. Night frost condenses tree feathers, and morning wind shines. Officials are attached to three expensive, and Confucianism opens a hundred schools. The secretary said it was Chen Yu's life, and he asked me to send Yao Cong. In the green part of the incense roll, lead is divided into green characters. I pay tribute to the public by putting up the signboard of the Grand Master. The pool meets Tian Quan Bi, and the forest meets Royal Fruit Red. Cold tortoise climbs leaves, Qiu Die falls in love. Xie Yan, Zheng Wen and Zhong Pei are the same. Disturbing sea cranes from the crowd is a reflection on Jiang Feng. The land is far from Suzhou and the mountains grow eastward. After becoming a philosopher, the next song will be difficult to do.

Qian Qi's "Wang Wei fills the gap in Miki Sayaka": The people in the mountains disappear, and the clouds go to the sunset. Shallow Seto has less cold fish and more butterflies. Old age indifferent to the world, quiet and cheerful. A talented person who is ripe with wine looks at jade at the head of the stream.