Ancient Poetry:
Bird (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
Who said that the life of all living things is small, just like flesh and blood, like skin. I advise you not to hit the birds on the branches. The children are in the nest looking for their mother to return.
Thrush (Song Dynasty) Ouyang Xiu
The hundreds of chirps and thousands of songs moved at will, and the mountain flowers were red and purple, and the trees were high and low. I realized that listening to the lock in the golden cage was not as good as the free song in the forest.