Poems about animal quarrels

1. A limerick describing animal fights

"Ode to Cats"

Cats, cats, cats

Staying awake in the middle of the night

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"Ode to Pig"

Pig Pig Pig

Born to be afraid of butchers

If you want to live a long life

Never gain weight

"Ode to the Donkey"

Donkey Donkey Donkey

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Suddenly fell down

Crushed the chrysanthemums on the edge of the ditch

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Put on black glasses

Wear a floral skirt

Twist your waist

"Song of the Bear"

Bear Bear Bear

Clumsy and poor

Living in the mountains for a long time

Different from the rest of the world

"Ode to the Chicken"

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Number one in appearance

Crows very hard

Has a bad reputation

"Song of the Tiger"

Tiger Tiger Tiger

Strong body and thick waist

King of the animal kingdom

Deep mountains and old forests 2. Poems about animals

1. Selling horses and llamas. Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty rode drunkenly for five years, but when he was about to sell them, he turned around and hissed.

Xiang Ji and Gu Zhui still sighed, "How could it be heartless to say goodbye to Luo Tian?" Return to Ma Huashan Tang Bai Xing Jian After the success of Mu Ye, the King of Zhou fought against Ma Xian.

When you are driving, you are resting on the couch, and when you are drinking, you are leaning against the mountain. The morning is still gone day by day, and the wind returns at dusk.

The ice is suspicious in Longban, and the leaves are falling like elm passes. Under the Immortal Peak, you can reach the Weishui Bay.

Fortunately, Yanwu was defeated at the right time and no longer played drums. Five poems about sick horses were presented to Zheng Xiaoshu Zhang San Wu and Fifteen Ancestors Tang Cao Tang Lu'er was not in Wowa in what year, and the color of the disease was half muddy.

The golden anvil is cracked with four cries, and the jade chopsticks are tilted open with eyes wide open. The moon-fallen rabbit's hair is dry and gnarled, and the cloud-lost dragon's bones and teeth are thin.

The plains are easy to let go, but no one lets them go. The alfalfa flowers hiss to the autumn wind. The green onions and leaves on the sand in Longshang are in full bloom, and they are still croaking in the yellow sky.

The tail is red and crisp in the night rain, and the head is white and low in the autumn wind. My strength is exhausted and I don’t think about the golden network of my brain. I look at the brocade barrier and mud in the cold shadow.

Don’t be surprised to shed tears in front of the steps. Don’t dare to hiss unless you meet Sun Yang. If the mane with burnt hair is not cut, who will be the grandson of Gu Long?

When frost invades the diseased bones, there is no arrogance, and when the soil erodes the flowers, there are signs of lying. Before he sprayed Duanyun, he returned to Hanyuan, and once pursued Qingqing and practiced with Wumen.

Even though I have traveled thousands of miles, my heart is still there, and I am willing to forget my kindness. I was blown away by the autumn wind, and my hair was blown away by the autumn wind. I had no reason to wash away the waves.

Chasing electricity has a lot of heart and a lot of money, and when you meet someone, you have a strong voice.

I want to cut the mane again, so I beg for a new sharp reamer. After being ill for a long time, no one pays attention to it, and the jade and beautiful clothes wither in lust.

Drinking is frightened by the cold white dew spring flowers, and eating is afraid of the cold autumn bean leaves. Chang Xi dares to say goodbye to the red brocade, but the old rein is afraid of the purple silk pan.

If Wang Liang is willing to give advice, it will not be difficult to chase the wind thousands of miles away. Horse Tang Chen Ning Unknown Dragon Bone Horse, fortunately got to China.

It is worth a thousand gold, and I would rather forget the bole reward. Although I know the special style, no one dares to compare with Hualiu.

If you encounter someone chasing the wind, Dangxuan will raise your head. The White Horse by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The white horse comes from the northeast, with two arrows sticking out of its empty saddle.

Poor horseman, who can see his spirit now? The Lord will kill them soon, and they will fight in the middle of the night.

Many families died in mourning, crying like raindrops. Ying Ma by Han Cong of the Tang Dynasty Once upon a time, Bo Le knew how to sing, but he did not dare to walk like a dragon.

If Jin Qi has not ascended to his neigh, why is it surprising that the salt truck is still driving and thin? It's rare that Wang Ji is a good friend of music, so he wants to buy Jun's name from Yan Zhao.

In the morning and evening, the flying yellow leads to the same soap, and the blue clouds make the sound of luan in the sky. Qingma Mr. Tang Huo Qingli is eight feet tall, and the knight relies on the hero.

Stepping on the snow produces beads of sweat, and the mud protects the brocade robe. Looking at the sudden shadow on the roadside, there are curled spiral hairs on the bottom of the saddle.

Not only is money expensive, but repaying kindness is more expensive. White Horse Tang Jia arrives. The white horse is connected with money and neighs in front of Danque.

When Wen Ke is embarrassed, don’t use the golden whip. The Purple Horse by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The Purple Horse walks and neighs, with double jasper hooves.

Refusing to cross the current is like cherishing the brocade and mud. The snow-white mountains are far away, and the sea of ??yellow clouds is garrisoned.

I will go thousands of miles away with my whip, but I will be able to read about my spring boudoir. Ying Ma by Yang Shidao of the Tang Dynasty: The horse came out of Weiyang, its carved saddle shines in purple gold.

The spring grass is growing in the garden, and the autumn wind is about to stir the poplar trees. Ming Ke repeatedly visited the side of Zhangtai, carefully treading the meridians toward Zhuolong.

The generals of the Han Dynasty have been sent away year after year, and Wancheng has now dedicated its king. White Horse Tang Wengshou Wowa Dragon is born with the same snow and frost, and its hairy bones are naturally courageous.

Jin Qi first adjusts the light, and Yu Guan first leaves the distant hissing wind. The flowers are bright and brocades are hanging down under the willows, and the dew is wet in the fine grass with red tassels.

One night Yu Shu urged him to switch to battle, and the purple beard rode out with a bow.

The old horse by Yao He of the Tang Dynasty lay down and could not help him, so he neighed at his master.

On the melancholy east suburban road, the autumn rain makes mud. Yuma Yufu, Tang Yufu, releases the control and retracts the whip, causing the Changjin to move in thin ripples.

The empty hoof is full of green jade, and the broad assumption has no money. Under the sound of the Moxuan Bridge, beside the shadow of the willow.

It is often heard that the nature of the dragon is inherent, and it will cause white stools. Horse racing by Tang Yuanzhen The horse racing is tired of Jiangzhu, and the glory of the present day is born.

The morning wind is cold and hunting, and Chad is walking in the grass. The Yi and Di slept in the beacon, and there was no sound of fighting in Guanhe.

Why should you be in front of me? You should be light on your feet. 2. Tiger, Tiger Travel, Wei, Jin and Lu Ji. If you are thirsty, you will not drink the stolen spring water. If you are thirsty, you will not drink the water from the stolen spring. If the heat does not stop, you will hate the yin of the wood.

How can an evil tree have no branches? People with lofty ideals work hard. When the whole driver is ordered to be solemn, the staff will be found far away.

The hungry tiger den, the cold habitat in the wild bird forest. The merits of the day have not yet been built, and the years of the past carry the yin.

Chongyun is approaching the shore, and the wind sings the song. Quietly speaking, at the bottom of the secluded valley, high mountains and censers roar.

The sharp strings have no sound, and the bright strings are difficult to pronounce. Life is not easy. How can Haoyun open this path? I care deeply about you, I look down upon you and feel ashamed of the past and present.

Ci of Fierce Tigers by Chu Guangxi of the Tang Dynasty He does not worry about the snow when he is cold, and he does not eat people when he is hungry. Isn't human flesh unwilling to accept evil? It hurts the gods.

The Taishi is my home, and Mengmen is my neighbor. Hundreds of beasts are my food, and five dragons are my guests.

How powerful is the horse in Meng, and benevolent in floating on the river. The colorful medals shine brightly in the morning, and the minions are powerful military ministers.

The high clouds float with the air, and the thick ground shakes with the sound. Jun Neng and Jia Yu are brave, and we have a blind date day and night.

Tigers on the Move by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty Even though the tigers are evil, they each have their mates. In the deep valley, the beasts look down on the wind.

The body eats the yellow bear and the father, and the son eats the red leopard and the squirrel. Choose meat from bears and leopards, and be willing to look at rabbits and raccoons.

In the middle of the day, I sleep in the valley, and my eyes are as powerful as a hundred steps. There is no right to be proud of oneself, and one's temperament can only be good.

In the morning, he killed his son in anger, and in the evening, he also ate his concubine. The couple dispersed, but the tiger still roosted alone.

On both sides of the Fox Gate, crows and magpies make noises. The monkeys are driven out and the tigers don't know where they are going.

Who says the tiger is evil? The middle road is crying sadly. The leopard comes and bites its tail, the bear comes and snatches its jaw.

The tiger refused to give up, but was ashamed of what he had done before. The tiger sits helpless and dies, the situation is as small as yours.

Therefore, the relationship should be based on trust, and the relationship should be based on privacy. If your relatives are not protected, who will trust you? 3. Poems about animals

Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky. Whose spring swallows peck at the spring mud, spring rivers, warm water, ducks, the prophet hears the singing of birds everywhere, the wind blows, the grass is low, the cows, sheep, and white rabbits are pounded into medicine. , I asked who I would like to have dinner with. When Jiang was feeling sad in the evening, I heard partridges deep in the mountains. I feel tears of flowers and hate the other birds. The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are quick, and the snow is gone. When the water blows away, the geese fly away, the tiger falls to the flat cliff and is bullied by the dogs, and the dragon swims in the shallows and is bullied by the shrimps. You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. Horses Lu flew quickly, and the fragrance of the flowers said a good year was like a thunderbolt string, but the swallows in the front hall heard the sound of frogs, and the orioles cried thousands of miles away, reflecting the green color, and flew into the homes of ordinary people. There are orioles crowing deep in the trees and roosters are singing in the moonlit thatched cottage. There are no traces of people on Banqiao. The frosty moon is setting and crows are crowing. The sky is filled with frost. The fishing fires in the rivers are flying high to all the melancholy birds. The lone cloud goes to Xianchaimen alone to hear dogs barking. On a windy and snowy night, birds are flying over thousands of mountains. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, disappearing thousands of people, peach blossoms and mandarin fish fall independently, and the light swift swallows fly together helplessly, the flowers fall away, where is the book of deja vu, the swallows return to their hometown, and the wild geese return to Luoyang because they are thinking about Du Ling's dream. Wild geese fill the lakes and ponds, shepherd boys ride on oxen, their songs stir up the forest, and they fight for the crossing. The fight for the crossing stirs up a pool of gulls, herons, and tigers sitting on the dragon's plate. Today's victory is pity, and the world is turned upside down. It is generous and generous. 4. Ancient poems about animals

1. "The Lone Goose"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The lone wild goose does not drink or peck, but flies and cries out to the flock.

Who cares about a shadow, but loses us thousands of times.

2. "Selling Llamas"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

After five years of riding drunk under the flowers, he turned around and hissed before selling.

Xiang Ji and Gu Zhui still sighed, "How could it be ruthless for Lotte to bid farewell to Luo?"

3. "Returning to Ma Huashan"

Tang Dynasty·Bai Xingjian

After Muye's success, the king of Zhou was idle.

When you are driving, you are resting on the couch, and when you are drinking, you are leaning against the mountain.

I still go to the morning every day, and I return in the evening with the wind.

The ice is suspicious in Longban, and the leaves are falling like elm passes.

Under the Immortal Peak, Tengxiang Weishui Bay.

Fortunately, Yanwu was defeated at the right time and no longer played drums.

4. "The Flying Bird"

Zheng Gu of the Tang Dynasty

The southern geese on the back of the frost are nowhere to be seen, leaning against the moon when the northerners first heard it.

The plum rain fills the river, the spring grass rests, and there is a sound in the lychee branches.

5. "Thrush"

Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu

Hundreds of chirps and thousands of sounds move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple, and the trees are high and low.

I just realized that listening to the lock in a golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest. 5. Poems about animals

In the past, there was nothing to praise for being so dirty, but today, there is no limit to the dissolute thoughts.

The spring breeze makes horses hoofy, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

—— Meng Jiao's "After Admission"

Vernacular Translation

The difficult days of the past can no longer be mentioned, but today's titles on the gold list are exciting.

Galloping proudly in the mighty spring breeze, it’s like enjoying all the famous flowers in the capital in one day.

Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes

The west wind blows thin horses along the ancient road, and the setting sun leaves heartbroken people at the end of the world.

——Ma Zhiyuan's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts"

Translation: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entangled with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail. The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind.

Ancient poetry is a poetry genre. Judging from the number of words in poems, there are so-called four-character poems, five-character poems and seven-character poems. Four words are one sentence with four characters, five words are one sentence with five words, and seven words are one sentence with seven words. After the Tang Dynasty, it was called modern poetry, so it was usually divided into two categories: five-character and seven-character poetry. Five-character ancient poems are referred to as Wugu; seven-character ancient poems are referred to as Qigu, and those using both three, five, and seven characters are generally considered Qigu.

Poets usually use descriptive objects to describe people, reflecting their character from a side perspective. To use an object as a metaphor for a person is to use the characteristics of a certain thing to compare a person's character. This is also a commonly used method to express and highlight the central idea.

Whether writing about people, events or scenery, the correct use of metaphors can make the poem more profound and the expression more subtle; it can greatly enhance the expressiveness and appeal.

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Expression techniques of poetry:

You can use materials obtained from the senses such as hearing and touch to embody images from many aspects and achieve Colorful, vivid and novel.

Jia Dao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, rode on a donkey and recited "The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk pushed the door under the moon", but he thought it would also be better to use "The monk knocked on the door under the moon". He couldn't decide whether to "push" or "knock", so he made a knocking motion with his hands. Unexpectedly, the donkey blocked the way of a senior official.

This man was the great writer Han Yu. When the guards brought Jia Dao to his horse, Jia told him the truth. Han pondered for a long time and said that it would be better to use typing. Because "knocking" has a sound, one or two knocks on the door on a moonlit night in the deep mountains make the scene "alive" and make the environment even more silent.

Whether it is comparison, exaggeration or metaphor, it all depends on the poet's keen observation of objective things, integration of his own emotions, bold imagination, and even fantasy.

It can be said that whether you are a romantic or a realist, without imagination (fantasy), you cannot be a poet. For example, Du Fu, who is famous for his realism, also wrote such things as "There are thousands of mansions in Ande... When did I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes..." ("The Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind") and "The Fragrant Mist and Clouds of the Housemaid" When the moon is wet, the clear jade arm is cold. When will I lean on the empty screen, and the tears will dry up?" ("Moonlight Night") and other imaginative masterpieces. 6. Poems about animals

1. Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the water in the spring river is warm. Su Shi, the duck prophet, "Hui Chong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River"" 2. The bright moon leaves the branches and the magpies are frightened, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. Xin Qiji's "Xijiang River" "Moon" 3. The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Li Bai's "Chaofa Baidi City" 4. The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

Li Bai's "Send Off to Meng Haoran's Guangdong Provincial Mausoleum" 5. Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. Yan Shu "Huanxisha" 6. Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.

Du Fu's "Quatrains" 7. The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" 8. The fallen flower man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together.

Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal" 9. With cold eyebrows, he points his fingers at thousands of people, bowing his head and willing to be a Ruziniu. Lu Xun's "Self-Painted Portrait" 10. Changting Pavilion Resentful Man·Yan (Qing Dynasty·Zhu Yizun) There are so many sad autumn couples, especially every year, the north wind blows.

The purple gate is lonely, the golden river is cold, who can I complain to? When I returned to Tingzhu, I only wanted to live in the south of the Yangtze River. The flat sand falls at will, and the zither pillars are skillfully arranged and staggered.

Beyond Pu, you are used to being frightened and unable to move, so you should be timid and lose the heavy rain. A rope is hanging from the clouds, and you can see every word hanging from the needle.

Gradually slanting, weak and low, watching the blue sky dusk. I couldn't write about lovesickness, so I flew away again in the cold waves.

11. Moyu'er (Jin·Yuanhaowen) asks what love is in the world, and teaches you the promise of life and death. Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has experienced the cold and heat several times.

Pleasure is fun, parting is painful. There are even more idiotic children among them, you should say something, the clouds are far away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, only the shadow is for whom.

On Hengfen Road, when I was lonely, the drums were beating. The desolate smoke is still plain and clear, so how can it be so clear as to summon the soul.

The mountain ghost cries about the wind and rain, and the sky is jealous. If you don't believe in it, the orioles and swallows are all in loess.

Eternal. In order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.

12. Dream of Red Mansions {Forty-Eight} Baochai eats crabs and sings her last song, sitting in the shade of cinnamon and tung trees and raising her wine cup. Chang'an salivates in anticipation of the Double Ninth Festival. The road in front of her has no mirror latitude, and the spring and autumn sky in her skin is black and yellow! If the wine has not washed away the fishy smell, chrysanthemum is still used, and ginger can be used to prevent cold accumulation? What is the benefit of leaving the cauldron today? There is still the fragrance of grain and millet in the empty moon. 13. Dream of Red Mansions {49} Daiyu's poem about crabs. Iron armor and long fighting will not be forgotten until death. The pile of plates is full of color and joy. I taste it first. The chelated jade is both full, and the shell is convex. The red fat is fragrant. The meat is more pity for your eight legs. Who can help me to persuade me to drink a thousand cups. This is a good gift to reward the festival. The osmanthus blows and the wind is clear and the chrysanthemum is frosted. 14. The cicada sings in the prison, King Luo Bin sings in the west, and the guests in Nanguan think about it. deep. Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.

It is difficult to fly in if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud. No one believes in nobleness, no one can show his sincerity.

15. But if the Dragon City Flying General is here, don’t ask Hu Ma to travel to the Yinshan Mountains. 16. The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, so that Asakusa can have no horse hooves. ——Bai Juyi, Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake 17. The old man is full of ambitions (aims for thousands of miles), and the martyrs are still ambitious in their old age.

From Cao Cao's "The Turtle is Longevity" 18. The old vines and trees are dim, the crows are dim, the small bridges and flowing water are people's houses, the old road is westerly and the horses are thin. (Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts") 19. The flowers splash with tears when I feel the time, and the birds are frightened by the hate.

From "Spring Hope" by Du Fu 20. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart. (Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind the Poshan Temple") 21. Cicada Li Shangyin originally thought that it was difficult to get enough food, and he hated to work in vain.

At the fifth watch of the night, people are sparse and want to break up, and a green tree is ruthless. The thin official stems are still widespread, and the hometown has been flattened.

Fanjun is the most alarming, and I will also clean up my whole family. 22. When I sleep in spring, I don’t wake up to dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn") 23. Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th": Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.

At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. 24. Back then, the King of Liang of Han Dynasty got drunk several times by the Zhuojin River.

After sitting on the stone, my shirt sleeves feel cold, and when I step on the flowers, I return home with the scent of horseshoes. At the beginning, I would rather quit being drunk when the wine was cheap. Today, sorrow is hard to bear.

Secretly thinking about the old trip is like a dream, the water under Furong City is vast. "Rui Partridge" 25. The male rabbit's feet are tangled, and the female rabbit's eyes are blurred. Two rabbits walking next to each other can tell whether I am male or female.

——Northern Dynasties folk song "Mulan Ci" 26. Avoiding power is like avoiding a tiger, and a crowned chicken is like a crowned monkey. Those who stick to me throughout their lives are praised by poets as Qiu.

——Yuan Zhen's "Yangchengyi" 27. The bees compete for the thorns, and the fighting birds also take them. They are born to be petty and do not like splendor.

——Yuan Zhen's "Fragrant Tree" 28. (I entered the city yesterday and came back with tears streaming down my face. Those who are covered with silken clothes are not sericulture people.

--Song Dynasty Zhang Yu "Silkworm Woman") 29. But I love the beauty of the sea bass (People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of the sea bass. You look at a boat, and it disappears in the storm.

-- "The Fisherman on the River" by Fan Zhongyan of the Northern Song Dynasty) 30 , The peacock flies southeast, lingering for five miles. (The peacock flies southeast in Han Dynasty Yuefu). 7. Poems about animals

Selling a Llama by Tang Bai Juyi For five years, I rode drunkenly under the flowers, and when I was about to sell it, I turned back and hissed.