The colorful butterflies in the fragrant flowers have been dancing, and the free and soft oriole just cried with joy.
2, the fisherman is still average, and the swallow flies in the clear autumn. Don? The third of eight poems written by Du Fu in autumn.
The fishermen who spent the night on the boat for two consecutive nights are still drifting in the river with their boats. Although it is clear autumn season, swallows still spread their wings and fly around.
3. It is easy to die without dust, and the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. -Qing dynasty? Nalan Xingde's Dead Hua Lian, Hard Work and Most Pity for Tian Yue.
4, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the sky. Don? Du fu's quatrains
Pairs of orioles are singing on the new green willow branches, and a row of egrets are flying freely in the blue sky.
5, the whiter the Jiangbi bird, the blue and white mountain. -Two quatrains of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty?
The blue river reflects the snow-white feathers of waterfowl, and the gloomy mountains and red flowers are about to burn. ?
6, the mud melts the swallows, and the sand sleeps warmly. -Two quatrains of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty?
Swallows are busy building nests with wet mud in their mouths, and couples of mandarin ducks are sleeping on the warm beach.
7. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
The spring night is sweet until dawn, and when I wake up, I only hear birds singing outside the window.
8. Yellow cranes no longer come and white clouds no longer fly. -Tang "Yellow Crane Tower"
Flying to the yellow crane never revisited earth, only the long white clouds remain empty for thousands of years.
9. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud? Don? Bai Juyi's A Trip to Qiantang in Chun Hu?
A few orioles, scrambling to fly to sunny trees; Whose swallow brings spring mud to build a nest?
10, the flowers are helpless, as if they met Yan. Song? Yan Shu's Huanxisha?
I can't help it when the flowers fall, and the returning swallows are familiar.