Flying Butterflies Tang and Five Dynasties - Li He
The poplars flutter against the tents and the spring clouds are hot,
The tortoise-shell screen makes the eyes gleam with intoxication.
Butterflies fly from east to west,
The boy riding a white horse returns today.
The teasing order
Hu butterfly, butterfly,
flying on the golden branches and jade leaves.
The spring breeze dances in front of you,
The peach blossom trees are red.
Mangrove, mangrove,
The orioles sing at dusk.
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Chinese Poetry - Tang and Five Dynasties - Wang Jian
Pujiang Lu Zugaoshen's poem "Miaoshan Road" says: "Pink and yellow butterflies circle the sparse fence , people hang wine flags on the mountainside. The drizzle is tender and cold, and the sleeves of the clothes are thin. When the guests know it is a chrysanthemum
Sadness is like a widower knowing that the night will last forever, and laziness is like a butterfly busy for spring
I visited the mountain home alone for a rest, and saw that the hut was connected diagonally across the pine leaves. The owner did not open the door when he heard the words, and yellow butterflies flew around the fence. ——Zhang Sun Zuofu's "Looking for the Shanjia"
Huang Jicun talks about a scholar. The poem goes: "The cuckoo's mouth is cold when it sings in the moon, and the butterfly's dream soul is fragrant
Butterfly
The first butterfly in spring
Orange and purple
Flying briskly across my path
A flying flower
The color that changes my days
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Appendix-Selected Readings from Foreign Literature-Selected World Famous Poems-Canada-Michael Bullock can see deeply through the flowers and butterflies, and the dragonflies can fly in the water. Du Fu
Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his morning dream, and his heart was filled with cuckoos when he saw the emperor's spring. The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Mountains face the sea, and China faces the Song Dynasty. The Four Sacred Mountains versus the Three Gongs. The palace flowers are against the forbidden willow, and the wild geese are against the river dragon. Qingshu Palace, Guanghan Palace. Pick up the green and the title will be red. Zhuang Zhou's dream turned into a butterfly, and Lu Wangzhao flew into a bear. When the wind stops in the north, you can fan yourself in the summer, while in the south, you can let the sun shine and keep you warm in the winter. The crane dances on the roof of the building, and the jade flute breaks the fairy moon; on the phoenix platform, the purple flute blows off the beauty's wind.
The dream is upside down in front of the butterfly pillow, and the moon is hazy on the branches of apricot blossoms. Asking the end of the world, what is so painful about love, thinking about parting. A voice calls out, and the intestines are in knots. Outside the Minling Mountains, there is a road south of the Yangtze River. There are willow trees on the long embankment, and the green strips can be broken. I have given you instructions thousands of times every day, but I only say one sentence over and over again. It's better to go than to go, it's so sad.
He Zhu's words are reduced. The cold fragrance of magnolias floats, making you dream of butterflies wherever you look. The morning sun shines brightly in the eyes, and the sorrow gradually melts away as the condensation becomes warm. Drums urge songs to be delivered, and who can enjoy the wine? To the east of the lonely wall, the door is hidden and the courtyard is full of wind at dusk.
When Ouyang Xiu and Ruan Lang returned to Nanyuan for an outing in the middle of spring, the wind was gentle and the horses neighed, the green plums were like beans and willows were like eyebrows, and butterflies were flying as the day progressed. The dew was heavy, the grass smoke was low, the curtains were hanging down, and the swings were sleepy. Undressing Luo Yi, painting Liang Shuangyan perching.
The hawthorn trees at the head of Lihe River are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the bank. 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.
Zhang Hu dances like a butterfly in a dream, and sings to thank the shrike for flying. The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the green moth is under the moonlight at night. Once the sad flowers fall, there will be no regrets for the spring glory.
Walking alone by the river in search of flowers
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Huang Si’s maiden’s house is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers weigh down the branches. .
Lingering butterflies dance all the time,
The orioles are just singing at ease.
Inscribed on chrysanthemums
——Tang Dynasty. Huang Chao
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard, and the pistils are cold, fragrant and cold, and it is difficult for butterflies to come.
If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Xugongdian, Suxin City
——Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse and one foot deep,
The flowers on the trees have not yet fallen. Negative.
The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly.
It flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
Gift to the seedlings
Zu Yong of the Tang Dynasty
The Zhu household opens its doors high, and the green locust trees block the falling light. Eight dragons rode on the throne, and three tigers returned to the court one after another.
The sound of people sitting on the bamboo is silent, and the singing of birds in Hengqin is rare. Hua was ashamed of Pan Yue's appearance and was called Lao Laiyi when he was young.
The leaves are dark, the red cherry blossoms are ripe, and the silk is long and white butterflies are flying. You should pity the Lu Confucians and the lowly people, but nothing is contrary to the old mountain.
Qingming Festival
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Gao Zhu Genre: Qilu
There are many tombs on the mountains in the north and south, and the Qingming Festival is different.
The ashes of paper fly into white butterflies, and the tears and blood turn into red cuckoos.
The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and the children return home at night in front of the laughing lamp.
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop reach the nine springs.
Drunken Taoyuan
Era: Tang Author: Feng Yansi Genre: Ci
While outing in Nanyuan in the middle of spring,
The wind is gentle and the horses are heard hiss.
Green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows,
Butterflies fly as the day grows longer.
The flower dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low,
The curtains are hanging down.
On the swing, I can relax from my sleepy clothes,
The painted beams and swallows return.
Nan Gezi
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Hong Shi Genre: Ci
The clouds passed over the mountainside, and the wind blew raindrops. The pastoral benefit is a pool terrace. Remember the time when we meet and the begonias bloom.
Butterflies have no dreams, and mandarin ducks also have matchmakers. Hide the hook and untie the two or three cups. Tomorrow, I will return to the waterside and the sand.
Man Tingfang
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Hong Shi Genre: Ci
Butterfly Dream Soul, Bajiao was born, and several people got big eyebrows. Very satisfactory, the talent is rare in ancient and modern times. Day and night, there are three waves, Mo Pengyi and Zeng Hua Kunchi. Under the shade of the locust tree, I am deeply ashamed of Fang Wei. Who dares to be a Yi? The flying geese are flying, fighting to catch their wings. The north gate holds a candle and the west tucks the silk. Fortunately, after returning for half a lifetime, Yuan Road was cured first. When the fishermen sing and the woodcutter songs are not heard, how can the warblers and swallows speak, so that no one will know about it. Compiled the history of flowers, built thousands of acres of land, and planted dome-shaped monuments.
Qingpingle
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Yanduan Genre: Ci
Peach roots and peach leaves. A tree is fragrant. Spring arrives in March and February in Jiangnan. Lost the host butterfly. Diligently step on Qingyang. The flowers are blooming before the wind. I share the same gardenia with you, and repay you with a hundred knots of lilacs.
Poppy
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Yanduan Genre: Ci
The cicadas stand high in the willows at the setting sun. It rains in the pool. Green sandalwood silk scrolls scarlet. Curved almond butterflies, small screens. The spring mountains are stacked on top of each other, and the autumn waves are slow. Pick up leftover needlework. She also became a coward and trapped person leaning against Tanlang. If nothing happens, he will throw lotus seeds and play with mandarin ducks.
Jade Butterfly
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You Genre: Ci
Wherever the tired guest travels in his life, he falls into Beijing and Luo, and knows about Xiaoxiang. On this night and in what year, I will write about Song Yu and Gaotang. The embroidered curtain opens, the fragrance suddenly rises, the lotus steps are steady, and the silver candles branch out. Dark side. Swallows are shy and orioles are jealous, butterflies are buzzing around and bees are busy. memorable. Fangzun frequently persuades, the steep cold has retreated, and the jade leakage is still long. A little bit of tranquility, just worried about the moon invading the corridor after singing. When he was about to return, Sikong asked with a smile. When he got closer, the prime minister was furious. Heartbroken. If you give me a favor as a gift, why not mount your horse?
Reduced word magnolia
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang Genre: Ci
Yao Hua Liu. I know Dongjun pays close attention. Sad green and sad red. The haggardness is all due to the night wind. frivolous butterfly. I want to support but I am timid. To avoid wearing clothes. If you don’t sue Dongjun, who else will you sue?