A poem about the name of a bird 1. A poem about the name of a bird
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
-Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
-Du Fu's quatrains
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Where is fairy town? Dare not come (XI, three tones, that is, vertical heart plus west), dare not go (ditto). -Xin Qiji's Dried Plums
Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Untitled Li Shangyin.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... —— Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. -in my Wangchuan cabin, in Wang Wei's After the Long Rain.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane
2. Poems with bird names
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and the cuckoo crowed in the spring of the emperor (Li Shangyin)
In the past, Wang Xieyan flew into the homes of ordinary people (Liu Yuxi)
Clouds of cranes in the clear sky bring poetry to Bixiao (Liu Yuxi).
A long time ago, the Yellow Crane carried saints to heaven, and now only the Yellow Crane Tower (Cui Hao) is left.
Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat (Zhang)
Three mountains and a half fall out of the sky, such as this Egret Island water division (Li Bai)
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. (Gao Ding)
Fight for crossing, fight for crossing, and raise a pool of gulls and herons (Li Qingzhao)
The geese fly high on the moon, and the Tatar chieftain runs away in the dark.
Grass withered, eagle eye disease, light snow (Wang Wei)
A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud (Bai Juyi)
The grass grows by the stream alone, and the orioles sing in the deep trees (Wei)
Helpless flowers fall, feeling deja vu Yan Gui (Yan Shu)
3. Ancient poems about bird names
Poems of two birds
Tang hanyu
Two birds flew from overseas and flew to Zhongzhou. A bird falls in the city, and a bird gathers in the rock.
I can't accompany you, but I will come in three thousand years. Two birds keep their mouths shut, and everything is spoken.
When the spring breeze blows up, all the birds float. Two birds suddenly met and sang for a hundred days.
Those who have ears are deaf, and those who have mouths are ashamed of themselves. The tongue is old and forgiving, and I will bow my head forever.
If you are sick, don't moan and be silent until you die. Thunder announced that everything must be oiled.
Because two birds were singing, they heard thunder. Ghosts and gods are afraid of ridicule and naturally stay.
I have a slight affection for vegetation, which shows Kyushu. Insects and rats are sincere and trivial, and they are miserable.
If the two birds don't stop singing, everything will be sad. The two birds keep singing, and there will be no spring and autumn.
It's hard for the sun and the moon to stop singing for two birds. If you don't stop singing two birds, Dafa will lose nine fields.
Duke Zhou is not for the public, and Kong Qiu is not for the mountain. God rebukes two birds, each catching a prison.
Insects and birds, and then chirp. The two birds are elsewhere, so it's better to keep quiet.
Eat 1000 dragons in the morning and 1000 cows at night. Drinking water in the morning will produce dust, and drinking water in the sea will never flow at dusk.
When you are three thousand years old, you will pay more for it.
kingfisher
Tang hanhe
The water in the sky is far away and the net is thin, and the clothes are heavy and blue.
Bullets are harmful to children. I suggest you not fly near the city.
Tong flower and bird
Don
The five-color sweater is better than Feng Chu, and there is nothing in the deep flowers.
The beautiful woman bought it out of sympathy and moved to Chai Jin to weigh several baht.
Singing bird
Tang Liyifu
In the sun, the colors are shining, and in the piano, the night is crying. A forest is like a tree. You don't need to borrow a branch to live.
Wenkuzu
Tang liangzhong
One hundred languages have heard of his country, which is fascinating. Pick a leaf and open a thousand flowers.
When sitting in love, indulge, hide or stop. There is no need to feel lonely. I resigned from home for three years.
Bathing bird
Don Lu Zhao Lin
Dancing alone depends on the rock, and flying in groups is light.
I grew up on white clouds in front of the green beach.
Fukuzu
Tang Yanyan
I am full of doubts about this bird's lightness and lack of homotopy.
The stars cross the river before dawn, and the willows stick snow to welcome the spring.
Frequent doubts about Haiyan's nest are difficult to determine, but I am surprised that Lin Ying's language is not true.
Don't expect the spring breeze to be much trouble, there are still people sleeping in the jade building.
Listen to Kuzu.
Don
Grass grows outside Shanglanmen, and flowers live in Weiyang Palace.
There are also people who follow the imperial garden. I don't know whether to go to Jindi.
In spring, a thousand words can be explained, and a hundred birds sing first.
Every household should be aware of it. Why should we listen to crows when establishing rules and regulations?
Warm spring bird
Tangweizhuang
Clouds and clear spring birds are everywhere in Jiangcun, which is still like old news in Chang 'an.
Ying Xiao Wo in front of the wall, I am haggard today, and I am ashamed of you.
Two Poems by Kuzu
There was no rule in Tang Dynasty.
When a thousand kinds of sadness hate flowers, they seem to complain about the difference from the spring breeze.
If all birds can understand, who will be in their arms all their lives?
Long-cut neighboring chickens call me, and there are many names.
Rao Yi knows first by shaking his tongue, and then he will sing when the sky is clear.
aquatic bird
Don
Smoke stops water for home, sleep in twos and threes and warm sand.
Thank you for leaving Lu 'an to say goodbye. How can it be forbidden to the ends of the earth?
Shanniao
Tangzhenggu
Afraid and lost, the powder wall is high, what sound and feathers.
The little girl doesn't have to play in a hurry, eat the cherries on the branches.
wood thrush
Song Ouyang xiu
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
Fill in the blanks with the name of this bird
1. Du Fu. From Yuan Zhen's "Zhou Zhen's Reading Micro-Poems at Night": I know that you are hiding on the banks of the Xijiang River, and I want to know when reading my leisure poems. Tongzhou is still awake tonight, and the wind and rain are full of cuckoos.
2. Crane (in brackets). From Liu Yuxi's "Bu Xu Ci": the Chinese watch is a thousand-year-old crane, and Ningdan is the snow for the clothes. After listening to the fairy tales of the stars, people fly to five clouds.
3. goose. From Wei's Yan Wen: Where Is My Hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
4. cold finch. From Yang Wanli's "Cold Birds": A hundred cold birds go down to the empty court, and a small plate of plum shoots is fine. Specially made a group to kill me, and suddenly I was shocked and silent.
5. azaleas. From Zhu's "Spring Return": pieces of flying flowers are sunset clouds, and cuckoos cry blood and complain about spring return. Who gets in the way of returning home in spring, and still stays green.
6. cormorants. The blue waves are as flat as a mirror, and a cormorant flies with the water.
7. Sha Ou. From Yi Ke's Miscellaneous Fu on the River: After the puffer fish snows, the spring scenery is still shallow, and the feng shui of the knife has flowed. Sitting on a flute blowing wine by the river, the mountains are overcast today. The remnant snow of Junshan is in Tingzhou and Huangpu. There is also a recluse, Xu, who goes out of the river with a flute. Apricot flowers and faint willows paint Ge Chunjiang when listening to the rain. The color of Hezhou River is purple, but Sha Ou didn't know it when he fell asleep.
8. New Goose. From "Early Summer" in Zhenxi: Melia azedarach flowers sway in the wind, and tourists cross the boat. The children sprinkled water on the beach and fed duckweed leaves to the new geese.
9. Crow. The tea cooked from the "small gallery" in Zheng Banqiao is smokeless, and the cold flowers are pitiful. Silent Chai Men autumn waters are wide, crows crush the sunset sky.
5. Poems with bird names
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and the emperor's longing for love cuckoo crowed (Li Shangyin). In the old days, Wang Xietang flew into the clear sky of ordinary people's homes (Liu Yuxi), and quoted poems to (Liu Yuxi) that the yellow crane carried saints to heaven in the past, and now only the Yellow Crane Tower (Cui Hao), the egrets flying in front of the Cisai Mountain, the mandarin fish fat (Zhang), and the egrets who like this island divide the water.
(Gao Ding) Fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, starting a beach of gulls and herons (Li Qingzhao). On the moon, the geese fly high, while in Tatar, the chiefs are crossing the darkness (West 1), with grass withered and eagle eye disease and light snow. (Wang Wei) Several early-rising warblers vie for warm trees. Whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud (Bai Juyi) was born beside the secluded grass, and an oriole sang deep on it (Wei).
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Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets soar into the sky-Du Fu's quatrains, several early warblers compete for warm trees, and new swallows peck at spring mud.
-Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang Lake, the moonlight is high, the geese are soaring, and the Tatar chieftain fled in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
When Lu Lun started the butterfly dance in Xia Sai Qu, Jiao Ying just cried. -Tang Du Fu's "Looking for Riverside Fragrance Alone" When will Shuang Yan return, and the peach blossoms on the shore will be dipped in water.
-Vae Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake" was born on the shore of the secluded grass, and there were orioles singing in the trees. -Tang Wei Wu Ying's "Xixi Going to Chuzhou" Flower Sea Mangroves, Pinghu grass grows and flies.
-Vae Yuan Jie's "On the Lake" In March, the residual flowers were more open and the eaves were swallowed day by day. -Song Wangling's "Sending Spring" flies around, flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .
-Tang Du Fu's "A Night Out" has no choice but to spend it. It seems that Yan is back. -Yan Songshu's "Huanxisha" counts early warblers vying for warm trees, and young swallows pecking at spring mud.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight. -Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon, Yangyang, Half Way, Holy Cockcrow in Space".
-Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. -Tang Du Fu's "Four quatrains" The eagle eye is dry and the snow is light.
-Wang Tangwei's "Hunting" The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Baijuyi Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat.
-Zhang Song He Zhi's "Fishing Songs" drove the chickens from the tree, and I heard Chai Jing. -Tang Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village (I)" I am like a lonely goose moaning at my own shadow, and its words are scattered in tents for nine autumn.
-Tang Baijuyi's "Looking at the Moon" is a dead vine and an old tree is faint. -Ma Yuan Zhiyuan Qiu Si Floating Storks Can Be Tenants of Our World? ? -Don Liu Changqing's "Host" is independent. The spring rain is fine, and the white chickens fly to the branches to crow.
-Ye Songshao Weng's "Xixi" surprises the bright moon birds and sings the spring stream. -Wei's "Birds in the Stream" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing.
-Tang Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" Birds inhabit the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door.
-Tang Jiadao's "Li Ningju Youchu" Humayi is in the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems" Walking and walking again, the bird flies with its back to its hometown, and the fox will die first.
-Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Mourning for the Past" The cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded. —— Wang Tangji, entering Ruoyexi, the petals are already like tears, and the lonely bird has already mourned.
-Tang Du Fu's "Spring Watch" Jiang, the six dynasties are like a dream and birds talk empty. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng" grass falls without flowers, and birds sing all the way to Chunshan.
-Li Hua's Improvisation of Spring, where birds are alive and mountains are bright, and people's hearts are quiet. -Tang Changjian's Zen forest after breaking the mountain temple? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
-Don Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" is totally embarassed. Perhaps it is sad for a fallen flower, or Yun Lan envies a brisk bird. -Tang Cen Can's "Zuo Ge Secretariat of Du Fu's Imperial edict", with beautiful weather and flowers.
-Don Du Xunhe's Love Palace.
7. Ancient poems with bird names
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
Frosty night and Jiang Feng worry about sleeping.
Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, forgot the emperor's Chun Qing and believed in the cuckoo.
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
The yellowbird is gone forever, and Baiyun will never take him to fly!
If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
The fragrant rice pecked at the parrot's grain, and the branches of the old phoenix perched in Wu Bi.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.