Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. (The second couplet, in general, the past is like smoke) "Spring Festival Evening" Cui Tu (Tang) is ruthless and sends the east wind.
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.
Poems of Li Yishan and Ode to Butterflies (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi loves catkins and sometimes sees them. Where can I find them when I dance into a pear flower? 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 stayed in the company and played butterfly dancing from time to time. The charming Yingying just cried. Li Shangyin is one of the four solitary butterflies, flapping his wings and wanting 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.
Heavy Fu Qintai powder, light painting Han Dian gold. Both are catkins, and both mentioned are flower hearts.
Can you be a lonely guest and invite him to sing midnight? The anonymous ancient palindrome poetry in Qing Dynasty is a kind of poetry genre famous for its strangeness and interest, with various forms. Here are two palindromes related to butterflies.
Before the noise of Tianjin magpie, Tianjin new Hua Hudie new Hua Hudie came and went, iris new iris new gold new gold noise before Tianjin magpie Qin Xichun's note: [Gold: Ferry] [Liu Mei: Willow graceful] "Broken tail serialization" is a kind of palindrome poem. Reading method: the first sentence begins with the word "spring", and the last three sentences begin with the fourth word of the previous sentence.
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2. What are the poems praising butterflies? 1. Beyond dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. -"Water Tune Songs Pan Xiangjiang River" Xiaoxiang, Zhang Song
Lofty and free and easy, such as Qiu Chan shelling in the mud, floating outside the dust, or like Zhuang Zhoumeng butterfly, floating in the land of light water and idle clouds.
2. After a light rain, the thin wings were greasy with smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers. -"Looking at Butterflies in the South of the Yangtze River" Ouyang Xiu in the Song Dynasty
After a light rain, the pink wings of butterflies greasy by water sparkled in the sunset. It just flew into the yard with bees, accompanied catkins through the east wall, and often scrambled for flowers.
3, Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's Seven Poems on Finding Flowers by the River (6)
The flowers in the yellow silk girl covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent lower and lower from the ground. The colorful butterflies in the fragrant flowers have been dancing, and the free and soft oriole just cried with joy.
4, the hedge is sparse and deep, and the tree head is not cloudy. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. -Yang Wanli's New Town Xugong Store in the Song Dynasty
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the tree fall one after another, and the new leaves have not yet formed a shade. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.
5. Breaking the Dream of Zhuang Zhou, the two wings drive the east wind, and 300 gardens are mined and emptied. The nectar in 300 gardens is empty, but it is a natural wind that scares away the bees who collect honey. Wings flapping gently, flowers flapping on the bridge. —— "Drunk in the sky, singing big butterflies" Wang Heqing of the Yuan Dynasty
I broke Zhuang Zhou's dream and came to reality, with huge wings driving the mighty east wind. The nectar of 300 famous gardens has been collected, but it is a natural romantic species, which scares away the bees that collect honey. The wings flapped gently, and all the flower sellers crossed the east of the bridge.
3. Li Shangyin's "Jinse" poem says: "I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. (The second couplet, in general, the past is like smoke) "Spring Festival Evening" Cui Tu (Tang) is ruthless and sends the east wind.
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 Huiri wore 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.
Poems of Li Yishan and Ode to Butterflies (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi loves catkins and sometimes sees them. Where can I find them when I dance into a pear flower? 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.
Heavy Fu Qintai powder, light painting Han Dian gold. Both are catkins, and both mentioned are flower hearts.
Can you be a lonely guest and invite him to sing midnight? Spring is a genre of anonymous ancient palindrome poems in Qing Dynasty, which is famous for its strangeness and interest and has various forms. Here are two palindromes related to butterflies.
The tail-turning chain is clear and anonymous, the spring is clear and the magpie is noisy, and the former magpie is noisy, and the former magpie is noisy, and the new butterfly is coming and going, and the new butterfly is in love with the new plum, the new plum, the new plum, the new plum and the new plum.
4. The poem "Two Butterflies" describing butterflies
Year: Tang author:
The ethereal caterpillar is slightly shelled and can't bear the misty rain.
A beautiful branch to teach, a few wisps of spring breeze to fly.
Every worry in the mouths of chickens and birds, as well as the fragrance of pity, is wrapped around the clothes that continue the front edge.
Ruthless can't solve the dream, don't believe the right and wrong of Zhuang Zhou.
Brush green, wear red, and spend a lifetime in spring.
I hate it when the goddess comes to rain. I like to pick incense with stones.
The wind should only accumulate pollen, and the night is cold and long
The cicada's song is pedantic, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.
Zhao Lin Butterfly on Langzhong Seats
Year: Tang Author: Zheng Gu
Looking for beauty and fragrance is as busy as leisure.
Warm smoke bid path, light rain stays in the greenhouse.
Books follow dreams lightly, and songs are wrongly edited.
Wang Sun was deeply interested and embroidered into the dance clothes.
Lepapillon
Year: Tang author:
Where the back is red, the smell is heavy.
Fly separately. See you in teams.
Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees.
Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other.
Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick.
You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers.
The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless.
Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus.
"Sitting in the East Pavilion during the day, suddenly thirteen butterflies are bright and blue, and when people get closer, they must go to discipline and write poems."
Year: Song Author: Li Fu
Bao Yuqin in the sky, the star emblem rustled.
Immortals rub their hands and change their minds.
Suddenly, with the sound of the piano, the Committee sang like cicadas.
Flying down Lv Yun, the wings of the wind are icy blue.
The world is cold for a long time, so you can swim happily.
Seeing the flowers in my bottle, the group swam across the curtains.
High drama is chaotic, and low dance invades autumn.
However, I suspect that I am dreaming in the afternoon. I am a good guest.
Vivid virtual court, prosperous and colorful.
You should hear the music, and you will be shocked to walk away without a trace.
butterfly
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Flowers are fragrant in the courtyard, and flying to Fluttershy accounts for one year.
You people have been by the window for a long time. Lovely dark yellow loves light yellow?
butterfly
Year: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang
The Eastern Emperor issued the Day Order Festival, which put the soul to sleep.
We have interviewed all ten scenic spots, and we only owe Bian Mei a post when we meet.
two butterflies
Year: Song Author: Jiang Teli
Dragonflies on the water are cicadas on the wood, and acyl chickens in the sky are flying.
How to have more emotions and feelings and let a hundred flowers blossom.
Look at the butterflies in the autumn garden.
Year: Song Author: Song Qi
Fenfen once crossed the wall of Song Yu to make a living.
There is no need to complain, autumn chrysanthemum and Chunlan have their own fragrance.
Qiu Die.
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Autumn flowers are purple, and Qiu Die is yellow and furry.
Flowers are low, butterflies are new and small, and flying plays are everywhere.
When the cool breeze comes at dusk, flowers fall in succession.
The night was cold and the butterfly died.
Born in the morning, died in the evening, all kinds of qi follow.
I haven't seen the Millennium crane, but I live in many places.
butterfly
Year: Tang Author: Luo Yin
Hanwang's knife and pen are fine, and his writing is naturally forced.
What's wrong with dancing skillfully? It is easier to fly than to hate.
Noda oriole is worried, and the owner of the mountain pavilion is in love.
Compared with this thing, Zhuang Zhoumeng is not successful.
5. Collect poems about Liang Zhu (experts can also write poems). If you have nothing to say, sharing a glass of water with you in front of you will make you feel drunk. No matter what the reason or fate, the butterfly dream will be returned to you. If you have nothing to say, sharing a glass of water with you will make you feel drunk. If you have nothing to say, Liang Zhu will gradually become famous.
Beautiful women turn a thousand degrees, and spring scenery is full of gardens. I studied poetry in the same case for three years, and once I went back to become a butterfly with you.
Liang Shanbo, who is obsessed with singing, wishes her a wonderful life today! Mourning Liang Zhu Xiao Ran has a woman facing the sky, and I feel empty. There is no story of weeds, and there is a fragrant wind when it falls.
Crazy catkins are different, and light poplar flowers are charming. 10, there are no green trees in the sunset, but the hospitality shines red.
The legend of butterflies in Liang Yusheng said that it rained cold for three days and nights. Butterflies with wet wings whirled sadly in the rotting fragrance everywhere.
Between the sticky leaves, there is a meager morning light and residual tears. The vast mountains and faint balconies, like a world-long maze, are intertwined in lush green grass and extend far away to meet the sedan chair floating from the secluded path.
The sound of horns and suona resounded through the sky, crushing the soil all over the place. The man in the red wedding dress abandoned the ancient mirror of homesickness and the comb of lovesickness, and only brought a broken and withered heart.
Gorgeous colorful robes can't cover my thin body like leaves; The brilliant rockhopper can't cover my cold and gloomy face; The sound of gongs and drums can't call back my determination to go home. The desolate roadside is isolated with a pile of desolate green graves.
Called the bearers, gently lifted the curtain, smiled, speechless, but tears fell down. Uncle Shan, do you want Yingtai to confirm Yue Mingting's oath? Thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer, harmony between heaven and earth, dare to part with you. This eternal true love is better than your life and my life, and it is better than the wealth in front of you.
Life is inseparable, and death is inseparable. In that dark grave, as long as our flexible hair is intertwined, all the cold secular prejudices will be separated.
Life can't be married, death can't be just, fly with me, both fly. At this moment, I have tears, but I am not sad. That lingering infatuation has gradually died like a numb mountain. The only thing that survived to comfort me was your illusory smile and the dribs and drabs of our three years together.
Remember that March when the apricot blossoms rained and the flowers blossomed? I stay away from high walls and deep courtyards, and smoke locks my boudoir. I took off the beaded Yu Pei swaying around my waist, took off a thousand strands of tightly wrapped plain skirts, and put on young men's clothes with cool sleeves, a square towel of Confucianism and a folding fan. When I appeared in front of you, your surprised eyes and sincere smile warmed the tears I hadn't had for a long time. Countless sunny and clear days in Wan Li, before the flowers bloom and under the moon, we sing poems and paint, play the piano and whisper, and play between mountains and rivers and dusk clouds.
Every day with you, every grass and tree exudes intoxicating gentleness. In your eyes, I am my dear Xiaoying Tai, my little brother, and you are my what? In fact, I can't explain why the eyes that look at each other in an instant have long believed that love is doomed in stone.
I am so familiar with you, vaguely familiar, as if I have never been apart, and the feelings that have been dusty for many years are opened at this moment. However, I don't want to be noticed by you. Perhaps, you have seen ... my classmate Ban Du for three years knows everything, but you don't understand my delicate mind, never confuse me with the reserve of living alone, never pity my thin body, never stare at my simple and shy expression, and never taste my gentle words.
The clear water lying flat between the pillows reflects your innocent heart and your invisible shy face. Countless days when flowers bloom and fall, the sun and the moon change, holding a scroll of classes, reciting poems and dialogues, containing my endless acacia.
Before burning incense, it was your heart and my daughter's feelings, and Yuanyang in the water was laughing at your stupidity. Uncle Shan, I don't want to be your sworn brother. I want to be your wife for life.
Three years have passed in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, you and I are about to leave, and the eighteen pavilions are willing to send each other, but you can't understand the sadness in my tearful eyes. Your little nine sisters promised you, that is, the boy in white in front of you. Please remember her appearance, her face and her future, and then greet your beautiful bride carefully.
The white pony flies, and spring has gone to the autumn solstice. I leaned against the fence and wore autumn water, but I didn't expect your figure. The only thing waiting for me is the marriage decided by my parents. You came in a hurry, with a surprised expression, and were troubled by the mystery you didn't understand for a long time.
Meeting privately on the balcony, you and I looked at each other, but there was nothing to say. Silence, silence is the flute of farewell! A good marriage is missed or wrong, but it is only a year and a half of acacia.
Although I was very angry and decided to resist marriage and flee without permission, your cowardice made me very sad, sad and helpless. Yes, I can't resist marriage, just as you can't take me away easily I hope that the snobbish eyes of the government will strip away your poverty layer by layer and your only self-confidence and dignity.
You waved your sleeves angrily, leaving me to look at the cold moon window, waiting for the stone wrapped in paper to fly out of the wall and shoot down my mind; Look forward to the language on the paper and make a promise to stay together; I am looking forward to following the trajectory of the moon, avoiding crowded houses and looking for a paradise to accommodate my feelings. However, I didn't expect the wait to be so long.
I haven't heard from you. Acacia has turned into a thin Leng Yue, still shining on my gaunt face, on this lonely and cold balcony. Every night, the wind chimes ring in front of my window. Can you hear me? Perhaps, I can only put my desire and piety into the incense burner of prayer and light them one by one from the gloomy colors. In fact, I only wish that the sky is not old! Pray that you and I will remain private.
Rain hates clouds, lovesickness turns to ashes, and your gloomy and sad death shattered all my dreams again. I am eager to see the Shili Pavilion, waiting at a loss, and I can't call back your distant figure. Now that you have passed away, my soul is about to be scattered, and life is so fragile, can I still love and hate? Today, I set foot on the wedding bridge, not for the wealth of the Ma family, but to escape the shackles of fate forever.
Sambo, I came to see you, wearing a red wedding dress. Today, I am your bride.
Far away, I have heard the wedding drums coming from the clouds and the sky. But at the moment, the drizzle is caressing my skin gently, for me.