1, Sunny Scenery (Tang) Wang Jia
Before the rain, there were flowers in the flowers, but after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.
Butterflies flying over the wall should be suspicious of spring scenery next door.
Appreciation: Only the stamens in the flowers can be seen before the rain, but even the flowers in the leaves are gone after the rain. Stranger still, the butterfly has climbed over the wall to the neighbor's house. Is it spring there? After the rain of Chu Qing, the author walked in the court and improvised this little poem. Because there were no flowers after the rain, the butterfly flew away and it was inevitable to cherish spring at first. A word "doubt" adds agility to spring scenery, and adds a bit of playfulness, which is very novel and vivid.
2. Ode to a Butterfly (Song) Xie Yi
Pink and Li Bai are newcomers, and they were cute before dancing.
Only when you meet East and West can you travel around the garden in spring.
Appreciation: The poet Xie Yi wrote 300 butterfly poems in his life, so he was called "thanking butterflies". As the first person to chant butterflies in history, Xie Yi's butterfly poems are almost brilliant. For example, "crazy with catkins sometimes, where to find pear flowers when dancing", "the warm wind is fine in the Spring Festival Evening, and flower sellers cross the bridge one after another". They are all described in detail and their expressions are full.
This butterfly poem, peaches and plums are in full bloom and butterflies fly in, makes people feel relaxed and happy. Just meet in the east and meet in the west. Butterflies seem to bring the fragrance of peaches and plums to the author. When I see a butterfly, I feel all the love.
3. The Dead Man Hua Lian (Qing Dynasty) studied Confucian classics.
Hu Die thought of flowers, but not grass. She was red and cold in the arms of spring. A few days ago, there was no one in the West Park. Who knows about the gold dust? ?
If you are ruthless, you will be busy, and your dreams will be as light as a sweep. An oriole was crying in the shade of pomegranate when it was raining and getting old.
Appreciation: Butterflies prefer flowers to grass. Once the residual red falls, the weather turns cold and the butterfly dies with the fragrance. No one has come to Xiyuan for a long time. How many people know about the death of butterflies? Ruthless as usual, chagrin is useless. Prosperity is like passing clouds, Conan is a dream. When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, it was rainy in autumn. On the pomegranate tree, only the oriole chirps. Through the experience of butterfly, the author expresses Xi Chun's sadness and reveals his doubts about the change of the world.