Peacock-themed poems are hard to see in our lives, most of them are kept in zoos, and there are many poems describing peacocks. We also studied it in the book. Let's take a look at the poems about peacocks.
Peacock theme poem 1 1, partridge peacock flies.
Peacock flies and turns on the screen. Dance gracefully on the brocade. Tea warm glaze, golden duck and Gui Xiang. Dan's face is blue and his eyebrows are green. Life is benign. ...
[Song] Shi Hao
2. Peacock Flying Southeast
Preface: Liu, the wife of a petty official in Lujiang Prefecture, was sent by Zhong Qing's mother and vowed not to marry. His family forced him to drown. Zhong Qing has heard of it, too. ...
Anonymous in Han dynasty
3. Male Peacock
The younger the bird, the better the color. Qingxuan looks at the clothes at home. Gold and jade can't be painted, and mountains and rivers in Wan Li are rare. Sishu was used to solo dancing, and The Upper Terrace wanted to fly solo at first. erythrina indica ...
[Tang] Li Ying
4. Ode to Sun Puwei's Toad and Peacock
I went to Sanliangyuan, and now I come to Wan Li to take it away. Stone got the net and was fascinated by flowers. Visible in green parrots, not pheasants. Left and right eyebrows pity Cui Yu, scraping eyes like a golden grate. miasma ...
Li shangyin
5. "If you hurt a peacock"
When the poor peacock first got it, the beauty opened a pool for you. The phoenix by the pool is the companion, and the parrot is speechless. It's so hard to live in carved cages and jade frames that I want to dance to the south every night. at present ...
Wang Jian
Peacock theme poem 2, Wei Taiwei, the envoy's residence, raises peacocks and sings in Fenghe and Wuxianggong Shu Town.
Year: Tang Author: Han Yu
Jiang Mumu is husband and wife. When will you stop here? Go with the flow and lose your original state, thinking in isolation for a long time.
Cui Jiao is tall and unique, but Jinhua Huan is different. Take care of yourself and obey orders.
Male peacock
Year: Tang Author: Xue Neng
Occasionally, fame and fortune are just vulgar talents. Why did the Lingbird fall to Yaotai? Fairy hair should be,
The screen behind the palace suddenly opened. I used to be in a fog, and every time I went to court, it was like spring.
The beauty patted me and my shirt as gifts.
Painted peacock
Year: Song Author: Huang Tingjian
In the dark, the banana leaves are long, and the article is finally exposed.
Therefore, the autumn wind falls in the mountains and laurels, and there is no reason for the male and female to go to Qingyun.
Peacock theme poems 3 famous poems about azaleas
A letter to Li, the envoy of Zizhou: Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty
Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
Han women work hard to weave taxes, while Ba people rarely compete for fields.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Li Bai in Tang Dynasty: Seeing Rhododendron in Xuancheng/Zigui
Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas.
One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.
Li He in Tang Dynasty: Songs of Jade Picking Old Women
Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step.
I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent.
The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.
The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.
The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.
The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.
Peacock map
Year: Ming Author: Hu Yan
Birds with peacock names are luxuriant in literature and art.
The neck is high and feathered, and the big tail is full of gold.
Originating from the beautiful south, Danshan flies with the clear water.
Banana flowers are soft, and sandalwood leaves grow in the dark.
Suddenly, when I heard everyone crying, the birds in the mountains were silent.
Pine sticks and sticks are played with rhyme, and Gu Ying dances lightly.
It's hot and rainy, and the tail weight is low and it can't be lifted.
Once you are locked near the curtain, you are still jealous of beautiful clothes.
Yongjia's sketch of Xiehuan Mountain is very beautiful.
Old eyes rub against purple moss, muddy as the bottom of loquat tree.