"In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people." Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane.
"Grab the mud swallow's mouth, sharpen the iron needle, scrape the golden Buddha's face and search carefully. Nothing." Song Yuan's Drunk and Peace in the Palace.
Yan, the new arrival, both of them came into my house. -Tao Yuanming
Wildflowers become seeds, and Jiang Yan leads chicks to fly. -Yinyao
Swallows come into the house and flowers fly everywhere. -Meng Haoran
Liu Hua is still lonely, and Jiang Yan is flying. -Han Yu
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. -Du Fu
Filament thousands of feet holds Shao Guang, silent Yan is busy. -Fan Chengda
Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Sou
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.
Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court. Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.