1. Ancient poems about swallows in spring
Ancient poems about swallows in spring 1. Two ancient poems describing swallows and spring
1 "Ode to the Willows" ——He Zhizhang (Tang Dynasty)
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
2 "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" - Wang Wei (Tang Dynasty)
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. I advise you to drink another glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
3 "The Yellow Crane Tower sends Meng Haoran off to Guangling" - Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
4 "Quequatrains" - Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky. The window contains Qianqiu snow in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
5 "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" (select one) - Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
In front of Huangshi Pagoda, the river is east, and the spring light is lazy and leaning on the breeze. A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, lovely deep red and light red.
6 "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" - Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
7 "Fisher's Song" - Zhang Zhihe (Tang Dynasty)
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water, where mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
8 "Chuzhou West Stream" - Wei Yingwu (Tang Dynasty)
There is a lonely grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
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Ancient poems about spring 1. The author of "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" is Bai Juyi, a writer of the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is as follows: North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.
Translation From the north of Gushan Temple to the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the spring water on the lake has just leveled with the embankment, and white clouds are stacked on top of each other, connecting with the waves on the lake. It seems that the floating clouds are very low. In several places, the early orioles are vying to fly to the sunny trees, while the newly arrived swallows are building nests with spring mud in their mouths.
The numerous and colorful spring flowers are gradually enchanting people's eyes, and the shallow spring grass can just cover the horse's hooves. I love the beautiful scenery on the east side of West Lake the most, and I can’t get enough of it. It’s the white sand embankment hidden under the shade of green poplars.
2. The author of "Quequae: Two Orioles Singing the Green Willows" is Du Fu, a litterateur in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows: Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu. Translation The green willow trees swayed by the river, attracting the playful orioles.
Two lovely oriole birds kept singing, as if they were praising the beauty of the willow tree. Looking up, I saw many white and cute egrets lined up in a neat line, flying towards the blue sky together. It looked really cute.
Looking out of the small window, the mountains to the west are still covered in white snow. The pure white snow seems to never melt away and has been covering the top of the mountain. Then, I opened the door and looked at the lake in the distance, looking at the Soochow warships that were about to go on an expedition, row after row, really like dragons in the water.
Spring articles 1. Spring Zhu Ziqing Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching. Everything looked like he had just woken up, and Xinxinran opened his eyes.
The mountains have become moister, the water has risen, and the sun’s face has become red. The grass secretly emerged from the earth, tender and green.
Looking around in the garden and fields, there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times.
The wind is gentle and the grass is soft. Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, if you don't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of flowers.
The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. The flowers are sweet; when you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears.
Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass like eyes and stars, blinking.
"The willow wind does not blow cold on your face", it is good, it feels like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind carries the smell of some heart-turned earth, mixed with the smell of green grass, and the smell of various flowers. The fragrance is brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds nestled their nests among the flowers and leaves, became happy, and showed off their clear singing voices to their friends, singing melodious tunes that echoed with the breeze and flowing water.
The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the back of the cow is also playing loudly all day long. Rain is the most common, lasting for three or two days at a time.
Don’t be upset. Look, it looks like a cow yak, like a flower needle, like a thin thread, densely woven diagonally, and a thin layer of smoke is covering the roof of the house.
The leaves are so green that it shines, and the grass is so green that it hurts your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light created a quiet and peaceful night.
In the countryside, there are people walking slowly holding umbrellas on small roads and stone bridges, and there are farmers working in the fields, wearing hats. Their houses are sparse and silent in the rain.
There are gradually more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if they were rushing to go.
Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse yourself, and do your own thing. "The plan for a year lies in spring." At the beginning, there is some effort and some hope. Spring is like a baby that has just landed. It is new from head to toe and it is growing.
Spring is like a little girl, walking with a smile on her face. Spring is like a strong young man, with iron-like arms, waist and feet, leading us forward.
2. The colors of spring are really colorful. The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are green, and the spring flowers are yellow... No wonder poets love to sing about spring and painters love to depict it. Spring, because spring is the fusion of all the beauties in the world and the sum total of all colors. I am very surprised, why do these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth? The rain in spring is continuous and soft. It moistens the earth, touches the earth, and calls softly to the earth. When people don't know it, they quietly merge into small rivers and accumulate into deep pools.
Ah, it turns out that the spring rain brings green life to the pond water. Wind and rain always come together.
In early spring, the cold wind wakes up everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of tall buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "The spring breeze turns green to the south bank of the river."
How well said! But it’s more than just “green”? Blown by the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains and slopes opened their eyes, one, two, one clump, two clumps...connected into a piece, forming a sea. When people face this sea of ??blue, red, yellow... majestic colors, their worries and depression are gone.
Thank you for the upward strength and confidence that the colors of spring bring us. Look at the spring sky again.
Why is the sky so colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's the kite flown by the children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites in various poses are flying freely and freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children. However, aren't they also working hard to dress up and add spring colors? However, if you lean over and examine carefully, you will find that among the pleasant colors, there are scattered yellow spots, which are traces left by the remaining winter.
You may sigh: "It's really a fly in the ointment!" Yes, looking at those few grasses with broken limbs and arms, dejected and dejected, who would be in a good mood? However, you might as well peel off the yellow winter clothes, and you will have more novel discoveries, hey! It's green inside! It turns out that the withered and yellow grass is also giving birth to a more beautiful spring. 3. Swallows Every year in early spring, the air still smells of ice and snow.
A sudden spring rain brings a longing for coolness, nourishing the mind that has been dusty all winter. People who travel far away are free from the severe cold.
3. Poems describing the return of swallows in spring
The author of "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" is Bai Juyi, a writer of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
The author of "Quatrain·Two Orioles Singing the Green Willows" is Du Fu, a writer of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
The author of "Guiyan Poems" is Zhang Jiuling, a litterateur of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
Although the petrel is slightly dazzled, it will come temporarily in the spring.
I don’t know that the mud is cheap, but the jade hall is open.
When you are embroidering the house, you go in twice, and you go to the Huatang several times a day.
Don’t compete with things, don’t guess at each other.
The author of "Pastoral Works in Spring" is Wang Wei, a writer of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
The spring doves are singing on the house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the village.
Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar.
When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar.
The author of "Shuang Yanli" is Li Bai, a writer of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
The twin swallows return to twin swallows, flying together is enviable.
The jade pavilion and the pearl pavilion are not alone, and the golden windows and embroidered doors meet each other.
Bailiang was caught in a fire and entered the palace of King Wu.
The palace of Wu was burned again, and the nest was empty even after all the chicks were gone.
The whole body is haggard, and the widow remembers her old hero.
It’s hard to get a double flight again, and it breaks my heart.
The author of "Congratulations to the Bridegroom: Breast Swallows Flying to the Flowery House" is Su Shi, a writer from the Song Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
The milk swallow flies into the flower house, no one is there, the tung shade turns to noon, and the evening cool takes a new bath. The raw silk and white round fan is made in the hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment. Gradually, he becomes sleepy and sleeps alone, becoming more and more mature. Who will push the embroiderer outside the curtain? It is useless to teach people to dream of breaking the Yaotai song. But again, the wind knocks the bamboo.
The pomegranate is half-vomited and the red scarf is frowning. When the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. If you look carefully at a branch of beautiful flowers, your heart will be as heavy as a bundle. Also afraid of being frightened by the west wind. If I wait for you to come here, I can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers. ***Pink tears, two rustles.
The author of "Seeing Peach Blossoms in Fu Qianyuan" is Liu Cizhuang, a poet and writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
The peach blossoms fly through the rain, half chasing the stream and half dyed in the mud.
A pair of swallows flew from nowhere, and for a moment they were holding on to the west of the painted beam.
The author of "Su Xi Pavilion" is Dai Shulun, a writer of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
The grass on Suxi Pavilion is long, who leans against the east wind for twelve lanterns.
It’s late in spring when the swallows don’t return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain.
The author of "Butterfly Loves Flowers" is Yan Shu, a litterateur in the Song Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke and the orchids are weeping with dew, the curtains are light and cold, and the swallows are flying away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, where can you tell if the mountains are long and the rivers are far away?
The author of "Broken Formation" is Yan Shu, a writer from the Song Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, one or two oriole sounds at the bottom of the leaves, and the flying catkins are light as the sun grows longer.
The charmingly smiling female companion from the east neighbor greets her on the mulberry picking path. I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night. I will win the battle with grass today, and smile will come from my two faces.
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4. I am looking for a poem describing swallows in autumn. I hope I can find a poem describing swallows in autumn
Autumn, the poem I entrusted to you, Swallows, come from the far south. Before you shake off the fatigue of traveling, you use your black wings to weave spring poems. I once thought to the long sky, - I thought that there must be beautiful flowers blooming on the white clouds. .I once called to the sea, calling for her majestic noise. But I yearn for the colorful life, the magical and magnificent nature, and the murmuring poems you recited in the sky. You are so light, like a piece of water. Fiber feathers are floating in the heart of the sky; you are so clear, like a spring water shining with ripples; you are so sweet, like the tinkling of autumn wind chimes... Hey, Swallow, are you willing to tell me? In the reed marshes of southern China, have you ever seen reed flowers flying for eight hundred miles? In the middle of the vast river, have you ever seen the busy fishermen? On the shore of the West Lake, where the water is shining and the mountains are empty, have you ever seen sails flying lightly and red lotuses blooming? Oh, Swallow, you are wandering in the alleys of the South. You are the messenger of the South, you are the star of the South. You bring the melodious silk and bamboo on the river to the north of spring. Oh, Swallow, you are the daughter of the North, you are the star of the North. The backbone of my heart, you integrate your simple and strong character into your flying wings. I watch you in spring, watching you fly to the gorgeous glow; I watch you in summer, watching you fly to the blue ocean; I watch you fly to the blue ocean; Watching you in autumn, watching you fly to your hometown in the south; I watch you in winter, watching you come and go, leaving me with infinite melancholy. Oh, swallow, I want to send you the purest piece of love. Snow falls outside the Great Wall, letting the mail truck in the shuofeng carry away my youthful dreams.