Author Liu, Tang Dynasty
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Vernacular translation:
The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou.
I didn't know the arrival of spring until tonight. Outside the screen window reflected by leaves, the chirping insects came to the house for the first time.
2. Country night
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,
In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.
Vernacular translation:
In a gray autumn grass beaten by frost, insects are whispering, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct.
I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields. I saw the bright moon shining on the endless buckwheat field. The buckwheat flowers on the ground are like a dazzling snowflake.
3. Various feelings
Author Huang Jingren Qing Dynasty
The immortal Buddha didn't make it, only knowing that the night was uneven.
The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with poverty and happiness.
Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none of them is a scholar.
Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.
Vernacular translation:
The road to immortality is slim, and they can't succeed. They can only work alone at night to express their dissatisfaction.
The wandering and lonely life killed the impassioned spirit in the poet's poems. People who have no frivolous thoughts about women have gained the reputation of being heartbroken.
Nine out of ten people can look at each other with dirty eyes, and the most useless one is the scholar.
Don't worry that your sad poems will be a good or bad prediction. Birds in spring and insects in autumn all make their own sounds.
4. bees
Author Luo Yin, Tang Dynasty.
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
Vernacular translation:
No matter on the flat ground, on the mountain, where flowers bloom in the wind, there are bees running.
Bee, you picked all the flowers and turned them into nectar. Who are you working for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
The author Li Shangyin lived in the Tang Dynasty.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Vernacular translation:
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Moreover, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, is even more sad.
Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
2. Bug Poems in Bai Juyi's Country Night
In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.
Wenchong Bai Juyi
Insects are singing in the dark at night, and it is cloudy and rainy in autumn.
I'm afraid that people who are worried will sleep for a while and their voices will move closer to the bed.
Liuyueye
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Qiu Lai Lihe
Autumn wind hits the heart, the strong man works hard, there is a faint light, and the owl cries for weaving a warm dress.
Who saw Qing Jian weaving books without sending flowers, insects, powder and empty moths?
This thought involves, my stomach should be worried tonight, the rain is cold, like an ancient poet comforting a hanging soul.
In the autumn night, in the cemetery, Bao's poems were recited, and their blood feud turned into jasper on the earth, which is hard to disappear for thousands of years.
Send me uncle Wang Changling.
The autumn water in the deep forest has been empty recently, and it has returned to the quiet shade to play.
What do you mean xipu is gone? The grass roots are cold and sad.
Chen Wenshu in autumn night.
The bottom of buttonwood leaves shows the Milky Way, and it is as cold as a window.
The insects on the four walls sound like two rows of geese, and I don't know where to get autumn more.
Mao Zedong, the Seven Unique Braves.
Sitting alone by the pool like a tiger, watching the wake under the shade tree.
If I don't speak first in spring, which bug dares to be quiet.
3. Ancient poems about insects. Poems about insects
Who is the owner of the rice flower all the way? Red dragonfly and green mantis. —— Le Songlei's "Autumn Village Road"
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Song Yang Wanli's "Little Pool"
Ma Yin really hates knowing the way, and cicadas can still be heard. -Huang Qing Ren Jing's "Miscellaneous Feeling"
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. -Don Liu Fangping's Moonlit Night
I didn't intend to bring a few flowers, but I picked butterflies and went down the mountain. -Zhu Qing Su Jing's "The Woodcutter's Word"
I don't know whether the flowers are good or not. Let bees and butterflies be the precursors. -Song Yang Wanli "Cold Food Will Make Philosophers Visit the Garden"
A pillow in the south window sleeps for the first time, and butterflies fly like snow in the garden. -Ming Hua Una "Sleeping"
Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water. -Tang Du Fu's Qujiang Dujiu
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand. -Autumn Night by Don Mutu
4. Poets with worm characters:
Spring insects fly away, and dusk birds hide flowers. I am more anxious at night, and the window is idle.
Wild fruits in the mountains fall in the autumn rain, and insects on the grass whisper to the lights.
Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects singing in the depths of rice fields.
Who is the owner of the rice flower all the way? Red dragonfly and green mantis. -Le Songlei Method "Walking the Village Road in Autumn" C Xiao He only shows sharp corners and dragonflies stand on it. -Song Yang Wanli "Xiaochi" Ma Yinzhi Road is really tired, and the sound is still in my ears. -Huang Qing Ren Jing's "Miscellaneous Feeling"
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. -Don Liu Fangping "Moonlit Night" didn't mean to bring a few flowers, but actually took butterflies down the mountain. -Zhu Qing Su Jing's "The Woodcutter's Word"
I don't know whether the flowers are good or not. Let bees and butterflies be the precursors. -Song Yang Wanli's "Cold Food Club Garden" The south window is the first sleep of the pillow, and the butterfly flies like snow. -Ming Hua Una's "Wake Up" deeply sees butterflies, and dragonflies fly slowly. -Tang Du Fu's Qujiang Dujiu
5. Poems about insects What is a poem about insects?
1. Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. _ _ _ _ Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
2. The birds on the river wall are too white and the mountains are blue and white. _ _ _ _ Two Poems by Du Fu
There is nothing to do. It's like knowing Yan. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Huanxisha, a new word and a glass of wine"
4. Who sent the brocade book? The wild goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"
5. Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets go up to the sky. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's quatrains
6. cicadas make the forest quiet, and the sound palace mountain is more secluded. _ _ _ _ Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"
7. I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't thank you for a book sent by Goose. _ _ _ _ Huang Tingjian's "Send Yellow Several Times"
8. Kunshan jade broken phoenix calls, Furong cries and Xianglan laughs. _ _ _ _ Li He's Quotations from Li Ping
9. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. _ _ _ _ Zhang's "Fishing Songs, Egrets Fly in Front of the Cisse Mountain"
10. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Hope for Spring
1 1. _ _ _ _ Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan
12. The bluebird doesn't spread the news outside the cloud, and the lilacs are empty and sad in the rain. _ _ _ _ Jing Li's "Paving Huanxisha Hand-rolled Jade Hooks and Real Beads"
13. Western Western jackdaw is full of sadness at night. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's "Partridge Day, Late West Western jackdaw Sorrow"
14. Birds inhabit the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door. _ _ _ _ Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Solitude"
15. Birds talk far and near to Pingwu, and people follow the water. _ _ _ _ Liu Changqing's Die Die Hate, Sunset in Qingchuan.
16. There are three or four spots of moss on the pond, and one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's Spring.
6. Who knew there was a poem about insects (1)? Cicadas sing loudly. Throughout the ages, the singing of "knowing, knowing" has made poets with rich and delicate emotions write many beautiful and moving poems.
"In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died comfortably?" (Xuanniao, that is, Swallow) ("Nineteen Ancient Poems: Bright Moon and Bright Night") "Singing cicadas is cold, when autumn flowers bloom" (Pan Yue's "Heyang County Records" is two) "Mourning cicadas is silent, and Cong Yanming is flying in the sky." (Tao Yuanming's September 9th) "The willow leaves in the garden are cold for a long time, so the cicada should be alarmed" (Sui Wang Youli's Give the willow leaves to sing the cicada loudly) "Nature can always respond to the cicada" (Tang Wen Chan) "How far the cicada is, the lush trees echo" (Song Zhuxi's Nan 'an Road Middle).
Suddenly, the string was broken, and I heard that the pipe was uneven (Liu Tang Yuxi rewarded the lonely "xianggong" to see the new cicada), "The cicada forest is quieter, and the Tona Palace Mountain is more secluded" (Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoyexi"), "The spring is swallowed, and the piano sounds at the beginning. Changfeng keeps cutting, but it is still among the branches. "
(Tang Lutong's "New Cicada") "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight." (Song Xin Qi Ji's Journey to the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moon) "If you have to drink Xuanlu, why should you quit the high willow cold?" (Liu Chen deleted Poems of Singing Cicada in the Southern Dynasties) "If you drink He Jie, your charm will be longer" (Don Dai Shulun's Painting Cicada) "Listening to Qiu Chan and Qiu Chan is not the same place.
Fine willow flies high and late, and grows in Yang Shu; Autumn sounds are chaotic and uneven, which is worrying. Zen sounds like Xiao, and the group noise is the tone; The wind is floating and ringing, and it contains many voices of breaking diplomatic relations.
...... ""Listen to cicadas, this is infinitely sad. The crowd hissed in Yushu, echoing the Golden Gate. The long wind sounds at night, and the dew is clear for food.
The evening breeze is more close to the morning dew, which is known only to Qiu Ge. Cover a few leaves with a thin body and moan and hug.
..... "(Sui Lusidao's Listening to Cicada with Yang Nayan) (2) Hummingbee Author: No matter the flat land or the mountain top, the infinite scenery in Luo Yin is occupied. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
(3) The butterfly hedge is sparse and deep in diameter, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Note [Explanation] Yang Wanli, the author of this poem, is a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He wrote more than 20,000 poems in his life, including a lot of landscape poems. His poems are fresh and interesting, ingenious in conception, popular in language and unique, which is as famous as Lu You and others at that time.
This poem is a seven-character quatrain describing rural scenery. C: Accommodation.
Xinshi: Place name, located in the northeast of jingshan county, Hubei Province. Xugong Store: An inn run by a family named Xu.
Palace: a general term for men in ancient times. The title of the poem implies that the content of the poem is what the poet saw during his stay in Xugong Store.
Cui Rabbit (Tang Dynasty) in "Spring Festival Evening" opened two heartless flowers to send the east wind to spring. The butterfly dreams of Wan Li, and the azalea blossoms in the third night of last month.
The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors. Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera? This poem vividly and poetically expresses the feelings of cherishing spring and homesickness with beautiful language and neat meter. ) "Proud Poetry" Li Shangyin wants to fight for the butterfly, but he has not thanked the catkins.
(Writing lively teenagers chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Eight Miscellaneous Poems" (gold) Zhang Xie reported to the border town and bound the brigade. Get off the bus like yesterday and look at four or five dollars.
May I ask when this is? Butterflies fly to the South Garden. I love Laopu, and I miss Laoshan.
Fu Jian * The more clothes she wears, the more beautiful she will be. The local wind is safe for a reason.
"Hatred with the Lord Gilbert" (Southern Dynasties) Xie Tiao flowers falling butterflies, wind curtain into Shuang Yan. Poetry of Love in Spring (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai's face is covered with dust, and butterflies are beautiful.
Two Ancient Poems (Part II) (Southern Dynasties) Liang Wudi flies two butterflies, which are different in height. Two Poems of Qujiang (II) (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu returned to Japan to wear spring clothes, and Jiangtou was drunk every day.
Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old. I can see butterflies wearing flowers deeply, dragonflies flying slowly with water, and the scenery where information flows is the opposite of temporary companionship.
[Water Regulation] (Pan Xiangjiang River) (Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang paid me for this matter, and it was clear in June. Beyond dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds.
[Si Jiake] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying lost his butterfly without a shadow, his dream sank, and Leng Xiang closed his heart. "The Later Day" (Southern Dynasties Liang) Willow leaves on the bank of Xiaogang, peaches falling thin in front of the window.
Mosaic butterfly powder, bamboo dragonfly beads. Liu Lingxian (female) sings orioles in leaves and plays orioles among butterflies.
"The Red Cherry Blossoms on the Manjiang River" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji's butterfly never scatters a thousand miles of dreams, and the sub-discipline is called Breaking jathyapple. It is rare to persuade people to return to their pillows.
(I hope Wang Shibei misses his hometown) "Qingling Taiwan" (Tang) Li Shangyin's "Qingling Taiwan" is set in the sun, and the soul is full of love through the ages. Mo Jing is a butterfly that flies to other flowers. Li Yishan Poems and Songs (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi loves catkins and sometimes sees them. Where can he find them when he dances into pear blossoms?
The warm wind in Jiangtian Spring Festival Evening is fine, and the flower sellers cross the bridge one by one. (Xie Yi wrote 300 butterfly poems, with the name Xie, "yu zhang's Poems") "Poems of Zhi Zhu in the South of Jingnan" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu went to the barren platform, and the spring breeze grew wild.
Peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and two butterflies fly again. Butterflies often gather in Liang Zhu's tomb in Ningbo and Zhu Yingtai's reading room in Yixing. The local "Double Butterfly Festival" was held on the first day of the third lunar month (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) and the "General Star" (Tang Dynasty). Yujiang county embraces Wuchang Oblique, and there are thousands of households in Nautilus Island.
It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies. The last two sentences are about the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I was in a dream, I felt emotional.
Fantastic ethereal, vivid. "Sunny Sky Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang saw flowers in the flowers before driving away the rain, but there were no flowers in the leaves after the rain.
Butterflies flying over the wall should be suspicious of spring scenery next door. "Butterfly Love Flowers" Liang Jianwen's butterfly returns, and two flowers fly; Sending a message to know each other will never violate it.
Yong Yingtai becomes a butterfly sentence (Song) Xue Xiuxuan's butterfly dance condenses the mountain god, and the flowers bloom like jade. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Tang Du Fu lingered in the butterfly show, dancing from time to time, and charming Yingying just cried.
Li Shangyin's Butterfly; One of the four lonely butterflies fluttered its wings and wanted to fly. And it should be injured, often near the snow.
Its two leaves are turned over again, and the oblique bridge faces the side door. Reed flowers are only white, and catkins may be warm.
Looking for temples by studying calligraphy, Zhao Jun discovered old villages. Every year is fragrant. Come on, don't beat Sun Lan.
Third, when I first came to the small garden, I had a little contact with Zowei. I'm afraid the incense will burst, and I'm afraid the snow will melt.
You only know how to prevent dew, but you don't think it's necessary to send a sharp wind. Looking back at the flying swallow, I took the opportunity to enter the sky.
Fourth, it flew to embroider the shade of the house and passed through the painting building. .
7. Bug Poetry (full poem plus author) 1, Moonlit Night-Liu in Tang Dynasty.
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou. I didn't know the arrival of spring until tonight. Outside the screen window reflected by leaves, the chirping insects came to the house for the first time.
2. Miscellaneous feelings-Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty
The immortal Buddha didn't make it, only knowing that the night was uneven.
The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with poverty and happiness.
Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none of them is a scholar.
Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.
The road to becoming immortal and Buddha is slim, and nothing can be achieved. They can only work alone at night to express their dissatisfaction. The wandering and lonely life killed the impassioned spirit in the poet's poems. People who have no frivolous thoughts about women have gained the reputation of being heartbroken.
Nine out of ten people can look at each other with dirty eyes, and the most useless one is the scholar. Don't worry that your sad poems will be a good or bad prediction. Birds in spring and insects in autumn all make their own sounds.
3. Three Autumn Poems-Qin Guan in Song Dynasty
Yue's group newly grinds glazed porcelain and drinks Chu Ci from Hu Er.
Xiao Xuan has no fallen leaves because of the wind, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively.
The earth and the moon are soaked in a tea bowl, and after drinking, let the children back down. There is no wind, no fallen leaves in the yard, and a few bugs are spinning around.
4. Smelling insects-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Insects are singing in the dark at night, and it is cloudy and rainy in autumn.
I'm afraid that people who are worried will sleep for a while and their voices will move closer to the bed.
Originally, I fell into a deep sleep on this rainy autumn night, and autumn insects were still singing in the dark. It seems that people who are afraid of worrying can't sleep well and get closer before going to bed.
5, "Huanxisha Gengshen in addition to the night"-Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty
Luxury is collected in cold places, and red branches are still remembered in dance skirts. Whose house is waiting for the spring breeze.
Bamboo leaves hang upside down to pick swallows, and nine lights quiver with golden worms. The romantic ending is close to heaven.
On the cold New Year's Eve, I put away my strong thoughts and looked at the red dress of the philosopher dancer in front of me. Gorgeous as usual? I think of my family carving marks on candles on New Year's Eve, waiting for the arrival of the New Year.
The bamboo leaf wine has been finished, and everyone wears swallows made of colored silk on their heads to celebrate the arrival of the New Year. The lights and candles are out, and the remaining snuff seems to be trembling slightly, so romantic and happy, thank God for protection.
8. Seven-character insect quatrains: Liu Yueguang is half home deep, and Beidou South is listless. Tonight, I know that spring is warm and insects are fresh through the green window. In the south of the city, the duration is small and the wings are weak. Afraid of ignorance, secretly understand alone. New autumn, send Lotte Liu Yuxi a bright moonlight, and you will see autumn. The night is cool and golden, and the sky is quiet and Mars flows. The sound of flies leans to the well, and fireflies fly straight over the building. Know each other best, chase bees in the clear sky. No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery occupies Luo Yin. After a hundred flowers blossom into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? Spider Yuan Zhen has a rich spider world and rich Bashu. The gap is long and the void is woven horizontally. Wound bamboo and cypress, devour insects and moths. In order to send a beautiful woman happy, James Zhu was helpless. Cut off the cicada crown and the sky is full of jade dew. The child is poor and small, and gradually wants to reach the wheel. Attack the easy with poison and cure the late with burning heart. Look at that long line and flat desire. Cicada in the south of the city, drinking clear dew, sound sparse tung. From a distance, not by the autumn wind cicada-Li Shangyin, pure heart, so hungry, you sang in vain all night. Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds. I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you. Robin, the king of cicadas in prison, and cicadas in the west sing cicadas, and the southern crown guest thinks deeply. I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner. His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? I gave it to my wife Zhang Hu, forbidden the moon marks on the trees in the palace, but only saw the heron nest. Pull out the shadow of the Hosta lamp, save the moth from the red flame. At night, Li Bai went down to Guangling to sign the pavilion on the moon. Mountain flowers are like embroidered cheeks, Jiang Huo is like fireflies, and there are few new sunny stars in summer nights. Rainwater collects residual water and enters Tianhe. Before sitting on the eaves, it was cold and muddy, and there was no fire. In autumn, Rongyu firefly shadow disappears through the window, and the north wind is slightly rainy. Insect vocal cords and tears travel in the countryside at night. Why do crickets know others' worries? At four o'clock, you can't have a day of fun, you can be sad, and you can travel evil. There is nothing on the silent river, and the leaves of buttonwood are bleak. In Xu Hun, the piano is clear in the middle of the night, and the west wind blows the green vine in early autumn. The dew condensed weeds left a few fireflies; On the morning of autumn, the geese flitted across the Milky Way and flew to the south. Tall trees don't seem to have withered at dawn, and the distance between the sun and the distant mountains is quite clear. "Huainanzi" has leaves and knows the sentence of Sui mother; I realized the poetry under the leaves of horaba. It's rare to send an old tour to Jiangnan Wu in autumn night, and it hurts to worry about things. It is forbidden to leak cold through fireflies in the forest. The rain is covered in the bridal chamber, and the lights are far away at night. Huai county dreams of Jiangnan, and the water is endless. The autumn tour of Penghaomen Lane has never passed by. Who will sing with you in the clear night? Crickets only know that autumn is early and banana rains a lot. A family heirloom is rich in suicide notes, cynical and drunk. Would such a stupid gentleman? No harm was done to the sky and small mountains. Yue Fei sang nonstop last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain. Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?
"Birds and Insects" Chapter 12 Author: Bai Juyi Yan five-year-old magpie broke the rules, so this matter is known. It is suspected that there is a phoenix bird calendar, which varies from day to day. Families in the water grow into frogs, and silkworms in the forest always turn into moths. The frog jumps and laughs, but it has many scales and feathers. The fish in the river are called wives and concubines, and Sai Yan is associated with brothers.
Affection is true in the world, and intimacy is also a strong name.
Silkworm calluses can't protect themselves, and bees are hungry and honey cooked.
You know, those elderly people who are worried about their families are afraid of two bugs.
Lu' an Wu, the strength of the two companies is very different.
How to put it in a deep cage, a kind of destruction touches every corner.
Among all the animals, there are many swords and guns howling, and birds wail for Luo Yi.
What happened to the lamb's mouth? There was no sound in the darkness.
On the nest where moths put out fires to destroy enemy mosquitoes, it was quite touching, fighting for the corner of snails.
It should be the hero in the dust in the lower bound of heaven.
Flies on the Internet never die.
What's the difference between floating life and old age?
The queen ant turns rice into a concubine, and the mother thief is a descendant.
The other person's pseudonym is not his own, so why reply?
Bean sprouts and deer chew poison, mugwort finches take the nest.
Birds and beasts have never read materia medica, so they know who taught it.
A mouse got the fairy's wings, and many mice looked at each other enviously.
I didn't fly in the air, but I ate in the kite's mouth.
Goose milk leaves its young in the water, and the fish becomes scales.