Poetry about butterflies?

1, butterfly poem

[Song] Li Peng

Master Green Bamboo, this is a lifelike butterfly flying.

Mountains and rivers hinder the deep network, where does it come from?

I suspect that you dreamed of Zhuang and mistakenly visited the world with the autumn wind.

Older children are a little scared, and children have just started to learn embroidered account language.

The whiter the green moth, the more female it is, and it stops at night.

Alas, I can't believe it.

Turn it into a stranger. Look at Zhu's face.

Geng Lan made a report on breaking people's intestines, and the situation recovered.

I don't know if it's a real jade man, but it's impossible to carve a great gentleman.

If you don't smell the son of Shu, you will become a cuckoo like an old warrior.

Cry sadly, the blood will clear, and the flowers will run out. If you hate it, don't spit it out.

I have never seen a tired woman scold me in my life, but she has left a lot of money.

Chu can't recruit a little, but also wears flowers around the cold night.

May you not fly into the rabbit garden, and the flowers and leaves of youth will flourish.

Drones and butterflies are raining like rain, and you can't be safe.

2. butterflies

Dai Biao-yuan [Late Song Dynasty and Early Yuan Dynasty]

Chunshan is full of homesickness, and Danri Village is full of alcohol and tobacco.

Butterflies don't know what's going on, fooling around with wisteria.

3. Butterfly Song

[Ming] Zhang Qiao

Butterfly in Lindong danced in Xilin, patting and holding flowers without saying a word.

Half torn and half jealous, dyed in wet pink.

There is Nv Jiao Yingying in the forest. She comes to the flower pavilion wearing a shirt and a half.

Independent and falling jade hands, want to break the flower branches and hate for a long time.

Rubbing flowers and embossing is not enough, so why do you want to know butterflies?

Even if Huan came in my dream, I hesitated and couldn't enter the heavy door.

Mistaken for a beauty, a brief encounter, a foolish soul can't tell tears from tears.

4. Butterfly sighs

[Ming] Xie Zhen

Get drunk and throw everything away. Just wake up and think more.

In the middle of the month, the sky gradually falls, and people get sick when they are in full bloom.

Didn't you see butterflies and grass flying among the flowers, where they cleared the frost and returned to the garden?

5. Send a butterfly cocoon to Wang Huangmen Huayou.

[Late Ming and Early Qing Dynasty] Qu Dajun

Butterflies have holes, and moths spin silk as white as snow.

Bound by countless ties, the fairy fetus is just a phoenix knot.

All day long, lingering like sentient beings, become immortals.

Stay in the cocoon for a long time, and you can't be surprised by the thunder of men and women.

The branches were thickly wrapped with sapium sebiferum leaves, and the villagers collected a leftover basket.

There are big butterflies in every village near Sibaifeng.

Recently, I came to Huangmen from Beijing and invited me to Magutai.

I don't like colorful birds, and I don't want to spend wholeheartedly.

Only pity the phoenix cocoon, god and things are fresh.

Bring back the buttonwood, and the wheels will grow wings in the coming year.

It is most suitable for a fairy to ride a horse, and Zhuang has a man and a woman.

No one can be like clouds and clothes, and the essence of the sun and the moon will always be here.

You also missed the order of that year. Since then, you have entered the Louvre and shouted more.

Yuan Hongshan's topic is sparse because of the failure of furnace building.

What is dry gold? The cocoon of a butterfly is covered with stains.

The agarwood has been thrown into the general, and the brocade stone has become a mountain.

6. Luofu Butterfly Song

[Late Ming and Early Qing Dynasty] Wang Bang

Luofu butterfly wings are like dustpans, and the sunny days are full of clouds.

Wide gold is separated from gold, and prosperous articles are immortal.

The butterfly flies like a phoenix emperor, and the fairy rides into the Taoist temple.

A phoenix prince was born in the room, and 400 hills were all purple.

That day was He Xian, the daughter of the king, Qin Louchun.