they are singing in the spring stream when the moon rises.
(Wang Wei: A Bird's Singing Stream)
2. a hundred mountains and no bird,
a thousand paths without a footprint.
(Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue)
3. where petals have been shed like tears,
and lonely birds have sung their grief.
(Du Fu: (longing for spring))
4. I awake light-hearted this morning of spring,
everywhere round me the singing of birds.
(Hao Haoran: <; Chunxiao)
5. colorful clouds lave? my bosom free and easy,
and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye..
(Du Fu: (Wang Yue))
6. The mountains are getting better and better,
The birds are returning.
(Tao Yuanming: (Drinking)
7. here birds are alive with mountain-light,
and the mind of man touches peace in a pool.
(Chang Jian: (a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple))
8. All the birds fly high, and
the lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
(Li Bai: Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain)
9. Birds stay in trees by the pool,
Monks knock on the moon and go down to the door.
(Jia Dao: titled Li Ning's Living in a secluded place)
1. The cicada makes the forest quiet,
Tonamiyama is more secluded.
(Wang Ji: Entering Ruoyexi)
11. Seeing the mountains from a distance is colorful,
Listening to the water is silent.
Flowers are still there in spring,
People are not surprised to see birds.
(Gao Ding: Painting)
12. There are no many ways to get to Pengshan, < p
(Li Shangyin: < Untitled >)
Looking at the hillside, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the whole family lives under the mountain, and there is no lack of Yingying.
whose swallow is it, and where is the mud? Hiding from the flowers, I suddenly answered the words between the beams.
The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are in harmony.
here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool.
Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door of the moon.
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
It's late in the day, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze and flowers are fragrant; The swallows are busy building their nests in wet mud, and sleeping in pairs in warm sand.
over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret, and mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees.
The flowers are blooming and the mangroves are chirping, and the grass grows and the egrets fly in Pinghu.
The sea is wide with fish jumping, and the sky is high for birds to fly.
Driving a bird and phoenix, the sun is far away; Swallows and blackbirds, nests and altars.
I'm eager to escape from all over the world, and I'm in Philip Burkart.
The flying birds rest me. The birds are happy to have their support, and I love my house.
when the sun enters the group, the birds return to the forest to sing.
When the morning glow opens, the birds fly with each other. Delayed out of Lin ao, Weixi's return. Keeping to one's old ways according to one's ability will lead to cold and hunger.
The white geese with low wings are still heavy, and the tongue of the oriole is not successful.
Dapeng rises with the wind in the same day, and shakes it straight to Wan Li.
Why should we strike every bird and shed blood on weeds?
flitting, flitting, what am I like, but a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!.
Peacock flies southeast, wandering for five miles.
drive the orioles away, all their music from the trees. They wakened her when she dreamed, that she went to Liaoxi Camp to join him there.
in the evening, the river is full of worries, and the mountains are full of partridges.
Looking back at the horizon, I can see the setting sun and count Western jackdaw.
Guan Guan Sui's dove is on the river continent.
Two orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is flying in the sky.
Even butterflies are dancing from time to time, and the beautiful warblers are chirping.
Looking up at the geese in the clouds, birds can also go.
north of me, south of me, spring is in flood and day after day I have seen only gulls.
Since they came to Liang Shangyan, they are close to the water. And birds chirping happily under the leaves.
I advise you not to shoot a bough bird, and the son will look forward to his mother's return in the nest.
I just realized that it is not as good as singing freely in the golden cage.
The rain fainted the grass on the lakeside, and the flowers fell in the Huangling Temple.
For the time being, the smoky bird looked back, but only crossed the cold pond and flew.
In the Ming Dynasty, there was no shadow at the beginning of the Han River, and Liang Yan had not returned with the snow.
The stars are crowned with Taoist costumes, and Ziyang ladies-in-waiting incarnate and fly.
It can spread the news of spring from generation to generation. If you go to Pengshan, don't let it go.
The stars are crowned with Taoist costumes, and Ziyang ladies-in-waiting incarnate and fly.
It can spread the news of spring from generation to generation. If you go to Pengshan, don't let it go.
Peach red contains persistent rain, and willow green is even more smoky. Flowers have fallen, children have not returned, and visitors from Yingti Mountain are still asleep. I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds. After one night of wind and rain, how many are the fallen flowers. "Several early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud, and the birds crow green and reflect red. The water village, the mountain fruit wine flag, and the windy street are small and moist as crisp, and the grass color is far away but not near. The most benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke and willow full of emperors.