When the ice on the earth tears out the sound of joy
When the snow-capped mountains stretch out bright red and green skin
When the warm sunshine is getting earlier every day.
On Xiao Mu's bed in the cabin.
I began to wait.
Waiting for last year
1 1
Birds flying south in June
At that time-
They went straight over our heads.
Quietly, supercilious, fly to the south.
pass
200
A great lake miles away.
Because they know the laws of Wisconsin
From dawn to night arrival
Every swamp and pond
Aim at them with a shotgun
The crow sat on the branch.
Look at their straight flight path
The dark color suddenly turned red.
In the warm southern land
They wandered on the wide water.
They are picking up corn kernels in the newly harvested corn field.
Until the spring quietly flew north.
three
Monthly rest time
These geese got rid of their fears.
They turned around along the winding river.
They passed through quiet hunting spots and small continents.
Whisper to every beach
Like whispering to a long-lost friend.
They are very low, very low.
Wandering in swamps and grasslands
Say hello to every newly melted puddle and pond.
They tentatively circled over the swamp.
Flap your black wings slowly.
Slide quietly to the pond.
As soon as they touched the water, they sang happily.
It seems that they caused a sensation.
Can shake off the fragile cattail in winter.
Our wild goose
Come back again!
In the corn field after the spring harvest.
These geese come every day.
Before each departure
There was a loud and interesting debate.
And every time before the reunification, the arguments are louder.
Like a withered maple leaf.
They shook down from the sky.
They cheered the birds below.
Stretch out your happy feet
They communicate in a low voice.
It seems to be discussing the value of food
four
The night of this month is very warm.
We sat outside and listened.
The cry of wild geese when they meet in the swamp.
For a long time, all was silent.
But suddenly,
Harsh goose calls.
Accompanied by a hurried and chaotic echo
The flapping of wings on the water
The sound of webbed oars
There are also heated debates among the audience.
Then there was a deep voice.
It's the last speech.
The noisy scene gradually died down.
I can only hear some vague and sparse conversations.
five
Month-the season when Pulsatilla blooms.
Our swamp
It's full of the smell of grass again.
Red-winged blackbird and black-faced frog
Give life to the wet swamp.
The gathering of geese is gradually decreasing.
look up
A flock of geese are already in the clear sky.
Draw a smooth line
For the offline earth
They quietly sown golden corn kernels.
And a useful and harmless poem with wildness.
2. The poem about goose is complete. Wild geese lead people to worry, while mountains hold good moons.
-Li Bai (climbed Yueyang Tower with Xia XII)]
It is difficult to send a book to a goose, but it is difficult to dream.
May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp.
-Shen Rujun (always in my heart)
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book"
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. -Fan Zhongyan's The Pride of the Fisherman
The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon. First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed. -Mao Zedong's "Recalling Qin E Loushanguan"
It rains early and the wind is high and oblique —— Lu You's Seclusion
In addition, the water waves are surging and the storm is rippling, as if many flowers are flying, dark and bright, very beautiful; After sunset, the sky is blue, and geese fly in the air, as if writing a line on the blue sky. -Bai Juyi's "The Night Monster of Jianglou"
I arrived in Jiangxiang early this year and didn't see geese flying before the Mid-Autumn Festival. -Lu You in "People Who Return at Night"
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. -Lu Lun's "Aftab"
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. -Gao Shi "Don't be big"
Hu Yan lives on the edge, and the snow fascinates the river continent —— Li Bai's "Thinking of a Thousand Miles"
Snow flies in the Tianshan desert, and geese come to scatter the cold. -He Chao "Joining the Army"
Lu wine burns Peng Yuan, double red twist arrow to see. The ancient city road of the Yellow River is white and long in autumn. -Li Kuo's "Send General Zhenwu"
Wild geese can't pass through Dongting all night, and don't wait until dawn to fly north. -Yi Lee's "Smelling the flute on a Spring Night"
Autumn geese fly at night, first flock and then come alone. -Mei Yaochen's Autumn Goose
There is nothing to do, but the flowers fall and the geese return. -Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn" Spring Hate Words
There is no cicada at the beginning, and a hundred feet of high water meets the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant. She fights in the mid-month frost. ..
-Li Shangyin (Frost Moon)
Who sent the brocade book in the cloud, the wild goose word returned, and the west building will be full in the next month.
-Li Qingzhao (a prune)
The dream of a silver bed has not come true, and the blue sky is as light as water at night.
The sound of geese far exceeds that of Xiaoxiang, and the twelfth floor speaks for itself.
-Wen (Yao Shefen)
Wild geese pull out their worries, while mountains lead to good months.
-Li Bai (climbed Yueyang Tower with Xia XII)]
It is difficult to send a book to a goose, but it is difficult to dream.
May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp.
-Shen Rujun (always in my heart)
Who will send your message through the clouds?
The word goose returns, and the west building will be full tomorrow.
-Li Qingzhao (a prune)
3. Poems about the Return of Wild Goose
When the ice on the earth tears out the sound of joy
When the snow-capped mountains stretch out bright red and green skin
When the warm sunshine is getting earlier every day.
On Xiao Mu's bed in the cabin.
I began to wait.
Waiting for last year
1 1
Birds flying south in June
At that time-
They went straight over our heads.
Quietly, supercilious, fly to the south.
pass
200
A great lake miles away.
Because they know the laws of Wisconsin
From dawn to night arrival
Every swamp and pond
Aim at them with a shotgun
The crow sat on the branch.
Look at their straight flight path
The dark color suddenly turned red.
In the warm southern land
They wandered on the wide water.
They are picking up corn kernels in the newly harvested corn field.
Until the spring quietly flew north.
three
Monthly rest time
These geese got rid of their fears.
They turned around along the winding river.
They passed through quiet hunting spots and small continents.
Whisper to every beach
Like whispering to a long-lost friend.
They are very low, very low.
Wandering in swamps and grasslands
Say hello to every newly melted puddle and pond.
They tentatively circled over the swamp.
Flap your black wings slowly.
Slide quietly to the pond.
As soon as they touched the water, they sang happily.
It seems that they caused a sensation.
Can shake off the fragile cattail in winter.
Our wild goose
Come back again!
In the corn field after the spring harvest.
These geese come every day.
Before each departure
There was a loud and interesting debate.
And every time before the reunification, the arguments are louder.
Like a withered maple leaf.
They shook down from the sky.
They cheered the birds below.
Stretch out your happy feet
They communicate in a low voice.
It seems to be discussing the value of food
four
The night of this month is very warm.
We sat outside and listened.
The cry of wild geese when they meet in the swamp.
For a long time, all was silent.
But suddenly,
Harsh goose calls.
Accompanied by a hurried and chaotic echo
The flapping of wings on the water
The sound of webbed oars
There are also heated debates among the audience.
Then there was a deep voice.
It's the last speech.
The noisy scene gradually died down.
I can only hear some vague and sparse conversations.
five
Month-the season when Pulsatilla blooms.
Our swamp
It's full of the smell of grass again.
Red-winged blackbird and black-faced frog
Give life to the wet swamp.
The gathering of geese is gradually decreasing.
look up
A flock of geese are already in the clear sky.
Draw a smooth line
For the offline earth
They quietly sown golden corn kernels.
And a useful and harmless poem with wildness.
Poems about geese were collected from Sai Han and returned to Hu Tian. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book"
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. -Fan Zhongyan's The Pride of the Fisherman
The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon. First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed. -Mao Zedong's "Recalling Qin E Loushanguan"
It rains early and the wind is high and oblique —— Lu You's Seclusion
In addition, the water waves are surging and the storm is rippling, as if many flowers are flying, dark and bright, very beautiful; After sunset, the sky is blue, and geese fly in the air, as if writing a line on the blue sky. -Bai Juyi's "The Night Monster of Jianglou"
I arrived in Jiangxiang early this year and didn't see geese flying before the Mid-Autumn Festival. -Lu You in "People Who Return at Night"
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. -Lu Lun's "Aftab"
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. -Gao Shi "Don't be big"
Hu Yan lives on the edge, and the snow fascinates the river continent —— Li Bai's "Thinking of a Thousand Miles"
Snow flies in the Tianshan desert, and geese come to scatter the cold. -He Chao "Joining the Army"
Lu wine burns Peng Yuan, double red twist arrow to see. The ancient city road of the Yellow River is white and long in autumn. -Li Kuo's "Send General Zhenwu"
Wild geese can't pass through Dongting all night, and don't wait until dawn to fly north. -Yi Lee's "Smelling the flute on a Spring Night"
Autumn geese fly at night, first flock and then come alone. -Mei Yaochen's Autumn Goose
There is nothing to do, but the flowers fall and the geese return. -Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn" Spring Hate Words